Chamillionaire - Picture Perfect (feat. Bun B) lyrics

[Intro] My life is real baby, you peeping me take a picture You peeping me take a picture, (you should take a photograph) - 2x (*Bun B*) Catch me today, with a Canon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback (You see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect n***a, you should take a photograph) [Chamillionaire] Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me fool Don't let all that foolishness they feed you on T.V. mislead you Don't let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive you The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping The hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting That paint and that candy dripping, that drank in that can is missing That ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a soda Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding to hit the quota Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab Afford it then buy it that's, important without it now You ain't gotta take college cla**, to see that we bout our cash You not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab hol' up [Hook] You see my slab, you see my candy slab Picture perfect n***a, you should take a photograph You see my chick, you see my chick is bad Picture perfect n***a, you should take a photograph You see it's real, they be like look at that (man) Picture perfect n***a, you should take a photograph Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photograph Picture perfect n***a, you should take a photograph [Chamillionaire] When I'm tipping they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossy The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy What I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be Screwed and Chop-pied All the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slips Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunk So I'm popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the laws And they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pause Tell 'em naw they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber cause I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter walls You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint official You smoking then take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya You chilling you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit ya Take a hold of the grain and grip a, handful and smile for the pictures n***a [Hook] [Bun B] You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest Syrup in my styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no cess You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the best Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess I'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a drought Cause it's not really a drought, them other n***as just out And I'm the plug you gotta have, when they say the river's dry (why?) Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supply I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green gra** Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean a** Catch me today, with a Canon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback Candy still dripping, 4's is still tipping Wood grain gra**, steering wheel I'm still gripping Repping for P.A.T., the West and the East And I'm repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease [Hook] [Chamillionaire] My life is real baby, ain't just a song (ain't just a song) Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome (I'm riding chrome) This is for the real playas, that get that do' (that get that do') Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm-I'm riding candy and chrome (*Bun B*) Catch me today, with a Canon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback - 2x (*talking*) Know I'm saying, gripping wood Riding through the hood, and feeling good Just like we say down in Texas, it's already You staring at me so hard You need to go on, do yourself a favor playa And take a motherf**ing picture