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Won'T Let You Down 歌词

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歌曲名:Won'T Let You Down
歌手:Chamillionaire
专辑:Ultimate Victory

Chamillionaire Feat. Bun B, Lil Flip, Rob G, Famous, Jayton, Slim Thug, Lil O, Young Redd,
Big Pokey, Lil Keke, Esg, Troublesum, Z-Ro, Trae, Pkt, Willie D, Corey Mo, Mike Jones, Gt,
Chingo Bling, Magno, Yung Ro, Kiotti,Raw Lt, Boss, Grit Boys, Big Mike, Scarface, Pimp C &
K-Ci - Won't Let You Down (Super Extended Texas Version)
Intro - Chamillionaire + (Woman)
Chamillionaire dot com
YouTube dot com slash ChamillionaireTV
Log on right now and look at me
Happy New Year's, it's two thousand and eight
Let's get this cake
Hahahaha...It's a movement! (Chamillitary mayn!)
Woo!
Chorus - K-Ci + {Chamillionaire}
I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money
Lord knows, I gotta get that paper {THAT'S RIGHT! I GOTS TO GET IT BABY! GET IT!}
The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it
Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how
I won't let you down, won't let you down {NAWFSIDE, SOUFSIDE, H-TOWN, STAY DOWN!}
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down {HA! I GOT THE ENTIRE STREETS OF TEXAS WITH ME, AND WE READY TO RIDE!}
I won't let you down, won't let you down {STILL STANDIN STRONG! YEAH! LET'S GET IT!}
I won't let you down
Verse One - Chamillionaire + (Ad-Libs)
From the underground to majors, I'm a pro at gettin paper
So you know a Texas playa gotta shine (we gotta shine baby!)
We ain't worried about you fakers; we for sure gon keep it gangsta
Ridin four's and shakin haters all the time (that's all the time!)
R.I.P. to Big Moe, HAWK, Pat and DJ Screw
You know that we gon keep it trill and hold it down
(you know we gon continue to hold it down baby!)
Cause the hustle's never slowin, we gon grind and keep it goin
(gotta keep it goin for all the fallen soldiers!)
And you know we'll always keep you on our mind
we won't let you down (R.I.P. PIMP!)
Verse Two - Bun B
Sun down til the sun up, you know big Bun up
Tryna get his paper and his gun up, can't let these haters get one up
On me, or try to run up, gotta leave 'em done up and did up
You wanna get down, get up, I'll leave you hit up and split up
So pay attention, sit up, and keep your eyes on the target
That's Bun Beater the king, he be goin the hardest
Not only is he the trillest, but he's also the smartest
Gangsta slash rap artist and he won't let you down
Verse Three - Lil' Flip + {Over Previous Verse}
{AY!}
Let me tell you a lil somethin bout a G like me
I gotta a whole bunch of money and a whole bunch of weed
Rap ain't dead, the trap ain't dead
We still gettin bread in my hood with D-Red
Tell me what rapper, you know with a grip in the bank account with five in it
You losin fuck, I'm Scrooge McDuck, my money piles, I dive in it
Pimpin and mackin, I'm stackin my paper, you haters better fall back
Is the south whack? hell no, and rest in peace to Big Moe
The cheaper my work, my beeper alert, all day and all night
We ride gray, we sell white, we buy haze and pour up Sprite
Verse Four - Rob G + {Over Previous Verse}
{UH! YEAH!}
From writin these lyrics, flippin these pages
Hopin you hear it, sit in amazement
One of the realest, one of the greatest, ever to drop, rockin the stages
I dedicate this, to all the people who hated
Thought for a second that I wouldn't make it
You were mistaken, you gotta face it
Rep That Block, 'H' in ya faces
This for my town, promise that Rob will not let you down
Times is ugly, you love me then trust me, I must be the one who
will bring back the crown
Just look around, a man from a swat who
Kept it real when the game said not to
Bring back rap, I think I'm bout to, don't worry you know I got you
Verse Five - Famous + {Over Previous Verse} + (Ad-Libs)
{I'M FAMOUS!}
It's L-I-L Ken, re-reppin 210
That's San Anton,"huh?", well act like you knew then
They askin "who? when?", nigga stop playin
I stick my dick in your mouth, and fuck what you sayin
And check my resume and see that I'm all the way live
That's right; I need the whole Pacific to swallow my pride
I put my city on my back, then put it on the (map)
It's Mr. Deuce Dime, I won't let you down
Verse Six - Jayton
Slow loud and bangin, we back in the loop
Fresh out the pen, now I'm back in the booth
Only thing I let down is the top on the coupe
Boys hatin on the H, but we still gettin loot
You do it for the fame; I do it for the block
For the ones in the grave, and the ones on lock
We next up lookin for the number one spot
Tell them other rap cats they can keep the hip-hop
Money don't stop, I'ma get it all day
New paint on the whip, insides all gray
Other boys left, but the south gon stay
Ain't no way you gon forget about Jay-
Ton, same ol' Hoover gangsta
Got up in the game, to expose the wankstas
A.B.N. gang keep a loaded chamber
Tell the whole world that they ass in danger
Verse Seven - Slim Thug + {Over Previous Verse}
{HA!}
I'm on my block around the clock tryna get it
If it get you paid, I did it, got caught, got acquitted
Got out, and got back up on my grind again
Cause you gotta play the game if you tryna win
And hustle money ain't for sure, so I ain't tryin to spend
Cause the minute you come up, you're back down again
I promise I won't let you down momma
When it's the first of the month, I'll be around momma
Verse Eight - Lil' O + {Over Previous Verse}
{YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! HEY!}
Everybody know that I spit the flow
That make a playa wanna fire up and hit the dro
Or pour up real big and shake before
And knock off a Lamborghini, and lift the doors
Right now they yellin out "game is sold!"
Killin that remix, getcha dough
Do it for the Fat Pat, Screw and Moe
B.G., Gator, HAWK and the Mafio
And everybody know I don't play no games
I am off the chain, I got awesome chains
I got awesome things, to get me awesome brain
When I pull up at the club, I be flossin mayn
Fat Rat With The Cheese, from the S.U.C.
I don't gotta brag, I'ma triple O.G.
All the H-Town proud of little ol' me
Give the Lil' O a rest, I could flip the whole key, WHOA!
Verse Nine - Yung Redd
This rainy day, manage the workout plan
I'm countin so many hundreds; I need another pair of hands
Black Colleywood, where the fiends the only fans
Sell it out, Riesco, supply and demand
My elevator goin up, how could I ever let 'em down?
550 takin off, swear it just left the ground
What's the value of a dollar, if you couldn't pay your bills?
All we know is power, now tell me what life is, YUNG REDD!
Chorus - K-Ci + {Big Pokey}
I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money
Lord knows, I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it
Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down {DO IT FOR THE CITY!}
I won't let you down, won't let you down {I'LL NEVER LET YOU NIGGAZ DOWN MAYN!}
I won't let you down {AY!}
Verse Ten - Big Pokey
Po, Yo, real get gutty
Block 4-oh, 3 wheelin, niggas gunnin
Put your cleats on cause it's fin ta get muddy
It is what it is and we comin for the money
Y'all know me
I'ma nigga that'll be in your home, just like a nigga got a door key
Do it like Simpson, 'fore I let a nigga hold me
Shake a nigga pockets, 'fore I let a nigga owe me
One for the money, two for the hoe
Three for the 4's with the rubber band vogues
S.U.C., M.O.B., Hurricane Sensei fin ta knock down doors
City on my back like brand new clothes
Album on the way, underground in stores
I don't let niggas down, I shut niggas down
Crowd booed me, I'm next to blow
Verse Eleven - Lil' Keke + {Over Previous Verse}
{AY!}
Pound for pound, ups and downs, but I'm still real
Chasin paper, money runnin like a treadmill
I'm just a G, in the street game, we raise numbers
I never let you down, I never disappoint ya
I'm up extra early, posted like a war soldier
My hustle hard, like I cut it with some baking soda
Heart of a gangsta, to the grind mayn, I'm so committed
Lord knows if I see the paper, I'ma get it
Verse Twelve – E.S.G. + {Over Previous Verse}
{H-TOWN!}
When Cham sent me the track, he had Pimp C on the song
'Fore ESG could spit on this remix, we seen Pimp C was gone
'Nother king taken off the throne, told Bun B he's not alone
Might not be here in the flesh and bone
New address, yeah heaven is home
Make sure we carry that legacy on
Like M-O-E, in every song
Put they name in the trunk, then we gon pop and swang
in the 'llac or the Chevy on chrome
Like Vince Young, I run through songs
Slow it down like Screw did homes
ESG a million sold independent, I ain't talkin ringtones
Verse Thirteen - Troublesum
Here come the Trouble, so move
Can't knock my hustle, gon lose
Got twice the muscle, paid dues
Twice a grind to prove
I make moves like my name was Tom Cruise
Mission Impossible, impossible to fool
Down south baby, I'll show you what it do
I never let you down H-Town, I'm comin through
In the cherry lollipop drop, Gucci flip-flop
Posted up on the block, and my hustle you can't knock, NIGGA!
Verse Fourteen - Z-Ro
24/7, 365, tryna get rich is on our mind
Houston, Texas, we ain't nothin but some go getters
and some trendsetters, and we stayin on our grind
Remember when the world said down south rappers couldn't rap
Now the down south rappers all across the map
Represent my city, and I'ma wear it on my back
It's official, goddamn right, the south is back
Even though we ain't never really went nowhere, we always been here
We make good music, and we stack big money and we act bad, all goddamn year
Gotta give it to us, cause if not we gon take it
and never give it back, that's just how it's gon go
It's been in there for years: Houston, Texas
but ain't a damn thing change, you can still count on Z-Ro, HA!
Verse Fifteen - Trae
If you're lookin for the south, you can tell 'em I'm home
On the block, you can tell 'em I ain't leavin til it's gone
Thinkin I ain't, you can tell 'em they wrong
When I pull up, blast house with the roof half gone
If it come to gettin paid, understand that I got 'em
Sit back, broke, I'ma show 'em that I'm n

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