Put On For Houston

[Intro:]

Chamillitary Mayne

Mixtape Messiah August 27th

Put that on your calendar

It's Chamilliona-I mean Koopa

A.K.A. Major Pain, Cuz I'ma bring The Majors Pain

Mixtape Mass Of The Underground....Bang

They ask me where Texas at, and I say hold that thought, August 27th I'ma get to that

You need to die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain

I've been showing support to all the labels in my city and right now it's all about Chamilli

[Verse 1:]

Yeah!

When they see me do my magic they say "what the heck is Koopa on?"

Texas been too quite so the X-Men 'bout to produce a storm

Etither die a hero or the villain is what you become

Hop in in my Batmobile I ch-ch-churp the Koopa 'larm

Salad dressing cuz it's on plenty green and parmesian

In my pockets in my palm I'ma bout to drop a bomb

Thinking of making vegetatian I'm the mixtape farmer John

So much green inside my jeans it's like I've been out mowing lawns

I'm the real the rest is fake, I'm the best the rest is cake

Mixtape god I bless this tape and I put boys in they resting place

People always test the type an they don't never test the face

That's the day I'ma be on TMZ and the day I catch a case

Think that you can take my auto when them hollows not gon' follow

Better dream of bikini wearin "Genie Out The Bottle"

Some chicks that use to strip ask to wax the Maserato

I say forget the wax just make it quick just like Sorado

Got a spanish chick that loves the chip she the Dorito lady

She ready to Frito-Lay me "el gusto es mio baby"

I hear some sharks talkin like they gonna D.O.A. me

Go head jump in that water promise there's torpedos waiting

I dropped a lot of verses but I know I'm proud of mines

I see the presidents in front of me I'm Obama-tized

Rappers is politicians, they all be talking lies

Paparazzi like some Nazi pop your posse like some spies

I use to look around me like "it's proabably you that hate me"

Now I open up my wallet and it start illuminating

Do your damage do it talk your talk and mutilate me

Money talks, me and Ben always communicating

I know your probably thinkin why he talkin all that cash

I write my lyrics in the crib as big as Carlton's dad's

Was happy broke but super rich they be like boy he mad

Every problem I had last year my money brought me all of that

Push foreigns like a chauffeur, stomp all the cock-a-roacha

But back when I was broke-a I sold product like a broker

My next one drop it's over, point out somebody doper

I bet that supersoaker flip that joker like it's poker

Your boy ain't half of me, turn him to a casualty

Humble but I swear I'm not Barack Obama's pastor see

I be talkin trash yeah the mouth is a catastophy

Don't mistake the humbleness for weakness cuz that's blasphemy

[Chorus:]

I put on some Chamilli on on some Chamilli

I put on some Chamilli on on some Chamilli

I put on East Side

I put on Southside

I put on Westside

I put on Chamillitary Mayne!

I put on some Chamilli on on some Chamilli

I put on some Chamilli on on some Chamilli

I put on East Side

I put on Southside

I put on Westside

I put on Chamillitary Mayne!

[Verse 2:]

This weapon that stay attached to me is grazing your anatomy

This grey one will make you call a doctor call up "Grey's Anotomy"

I be pushin cars out the garage like it's a factory

Service with a smile serve a hatin rapper happily

Never miss a penny you can't count your doe exact as me

Push come to shove I'm picking up money just like a vaccum G

Always makin doe, got a bunch of Keiblers after me

Pro at being active like what Puffy use for Ac-a-ne

If you rep that Texas I knooow, that ya feel me

Wanna pop lock and dance then put oooon that "Get Silly"

Wanna dance 'til ya sweaty put oooon that P. Diddy

Tryna take the mixtape market put oooon that Chamilli, eh