[Intro: Chamillionaire]   They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but they ain't never goin understand   We been parking lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout?   I call it Texas talk   That Big Moe   That Trae, that Z-Ro   That Charlie      [Hook: Charlie Boy]   This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop   Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)   From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop   ? In the screens glow when the trunk pop      From Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep bending   And them haters still hating   While the dimes keep grinning   From 6-4's to Benzo's rims keep spinning   And I'm riding on 4's them 84's extending   Elbows be poking as we gripping on grain   The sun beaming on the paint but the frame ain't tamed   The color chameleon unlike any other   Bang making my game platform   Click clan and studder   This is the state knowing for them great taste   Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping gray taste   That's the purple and we turning circles   If you wanna hate   You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape plate   Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose   See nothing but gray smoke, when I open up my dows   No need to say mo, real G's get chose   When the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows   Mayne      [x2:]   This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop   Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)   From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop   ? In the screens glow when the trunk pop      [Chamillionaire:]   Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the haters say   Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a hater day   Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day   G-fo, in the air, like a F-ing fadeaway   Starts down to the floor, walk out lift my dow   Up into the sky, and the bet you goin reply with "WOOH"   I be jammin music that be choppin and be sign it slow   Every minute on the clock is money so I gotta go   Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man   Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him again   Season side the dooly classify as amfibian   Think that you can handle what I got, t hen come get in then      [Singing:]   I'm ridin good grippin grain   Doing my thang   Back to back cars dancing like it's Soul Train   Everybody on Swangs (swangs)   Lift up on swangs   Still bangin screw I let Charlie Boy sang   (Get em mayne)      [x2:]   This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop   Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)   From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop   ? In the screens glow when the trunk pop      [Tum Tum:]   Yeah   Gripping on the grain (grain)   Candy stay in the lane (grain)   The memory of Fat Pat (Pat)   I swear I love it mayne   Watch how I get it (yeah)   Them flames I spit it (uh-huh)   When tray's get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it)   I got a 80 delta in my yard   Candy blue white rag top the bitch hard   Same color spokes, ballin with my folks   The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke   Caprices and ground sticks (uh-huh)   Deltas and rolmels (what else)   Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)   Dirty South riders and them the boys from thirty third   From the streets to the birds, I know all you niggas heard   I show ya how to rang (grab a pen)   I teach ya how to stunt (yeah)   Get up all them forth and twenty's,   I run that bitch, fuck a punk (woo)   Seens slugs inside the grill (grill)   I ball like Oseal (seal)   Some drank and some kill   And steals the round skill      [x2:]   This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop   Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)   From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop   ? In the screens glow when the trunk pop      Chamillitary Mayne [x2]