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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chamillionaire
Chamillionaire
Vocals
Lil' Flip
Lil' Flip
Vocals
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Songwriter
Hakeem Seriki
Hakeem Seriki
Songwriter
Wesley Weston
Wesley Weston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Producer
Conrad Golding
Conrad Golding
Recording Engineer
James Hoover
James Hoover
Engineer
Jason Goldstein
Jason Goldstein
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Wayne Scott Allison
Wayne Scott Allison
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's the name they say is runnin' the game
Chamilitary remain
Lil' Flip in the buildin'
So go 'head, hand over the torch
Super producer Scott Storch, and of course
[Verse 2]
I'm a show you how to get your shine on (Get your shine on)
Turn it up, the DJ playin' my song (My song)
Everybody keep on callin' my phone (My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home? (Take home)
I'm a show 'em how to get the club crunk (Club crunk)
Give 'em somethin' that's gon' rattle that trunk (Rattle that trunk)
Tip your cups up until you get drunk (Until you get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up
[Verse 3]
Give me that million dollar beat
And let me show you what to do with it
Who that is? That's the illest rapper chopped and screwin' it (Okay)
Couldn't snatch the game is what they told me, so I'm provin' it
Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit
Hittin', never miss, rep yo' click and throw 'em high (Throw it up)
Because Chamillionaire's the answer to the game like Allen I
Middle fingers to the sky, if they don't like that reply
'Cause any DJ that deny is a mother **** lie
[Verse 4]
So give the ladies what they want
Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage
To feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up
Yeah, Sound of Revenge sayin' Universal to get my plaque
Rap is dead so I'm a bring it back
Like DJ's do when they hear my track
Check out my track record, they'll say I'm a track wrecker
Hotter that a black pepper now that I am back **** (He's back!)
You can't get mad if you feel that you and cap fit ya
Drop the biggest stat's ever
So don't let that back hit ya
[Verse 5]
I'm a show you how to get your shine on (Get your shine on)
Turn it up, the DJ playin' my song (My song)
Everybody keep on callin' my phone (My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home? (Take home)
I'm a show 'em how to get the club crunk (Get the club crunk)
Give 'em somethin' that's gon' rattle that trunk (Rattle that trunk)
Tip your cups up until you get drunk (Until you get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up
[Verse 6]
Hey, when it's time to hit the club, I let my chain hang
If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang
I'm twenty deep in VIP puffin' Mary Jane
Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain
I got homies on the West who like to gangbang
And I got homies on the East who do the same thing
I told Johnny put fifty in my pinky ring
Five karat diamond chain, VVS is in it, man
You know I rep the dirty-dirty where they move cane
You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drink
Hypnotic, big bodies with blue paint
We got that oomp spray, but it still stank
You a lame so your dame playin' mind games
I'm a pimp so I stay in that mind frame
**** talk shit until I let that nine bang
Me and Duke in that Maybach switchin' lanes
[Verse 7]
I'm a show you how to get your shine on (Get your shine on)
Turn it up, the DJ playin' my song (My song)
Everybody keep on callin' my phone (My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home? (Take home)
I'm a show 'em how to get the club crunk (Get the club crunk)
Give 'em somethin' that's gon' rattle that trunk (Rattle that trunk)
Tip your cups up until you get drunk (Until you get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up
[Verse 8]
Headed to the bar (I'm headed to the bar)
You know I'm VIP (You know I'm VIP)
And since you rollin' with a star (You rollin' with a star)
You VIP with me (Chamilitary, hey, hey)
[Verse 9]
Chamilitary, the biggest threat to any of these rappers thinkin' they doin' it
Who that is? That's them boys from Texas, they always do it big
Multi-colored diamonds got us shinin', they say our jewelry sick
Houston got a problem and you don't want nothin' to do with it
Do ya kid? I ain't think so, I'm tippin' slow
When my trunk is liftin' up, look at the neons as they glow
Groupies never givin' up, they be everywhere I go
When that elevator go up to my suite the there for sure
Told me that she didn't care about my money, wasn't hearin' it
Looks can be deceivin' as Chamillion paint appearances
You know how we do it at home with screw and purple syrup is
She got turned back quicker that my power steering did
[Verse 10]
I'm a show you how to get your shine on (Get your shine on)
Turn it up, the DJ playin' my song (My song)
Everybody keep on callin' my phone (My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home? (Take home)
I'm a show 'em how to get the club crunk (Get the club crunk)
Give 'em somethin' that's gon' rattle that trunk (Rattle that trunk)
Tip your cups up until you get drunk (Until you get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up
Written by: Hakeem Seriki, Scott Storch, W. Watson, Wesley Weston
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