[Verse 1]
I hate parties, I ain't even gonna front
But the DJ threw the song, so I see this is what you want
Get to leanin in the front, get to bouncin in the back
Show my face for a minute, then I'm bouncin through the back
Cause I'm out, I'm in the lab making another song with substance
But since I'm here I might as well do this dumb sh-t
So where my ladies at? The smoking section
If you get high enough you could hold my erection
Cause I'm fly, sky high
I'm a lady killer call my Mr. Brightside
Cause I shine when I black, nice guy
A prick on my records, but I'm a really nice guy
Why this n-gga wanna front? What the hell this n-gga want?
Who brought me in this bitch? I will get this n-gga jumped
I'm from Harlem, but the South got the bounce right now
So I'ma spit like I got a pill in my mouth right now
[Chorus]
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
[Verse 2]
Chicken wings, candy paint
The color of my drank is the color of the paint
Don't say you ballin little homie, well you know you ain't
You're Rolly Fake, That aint a Jacob thats a jake
Got a can of Budweiser don't tell me that I can't.. drank..
You must not know my name.. Charles Hamilton..
Yeah I'm still strange
I got money, why the f-ck I need a chain?
What's your name? Where you from?
I wanna cum, so girl give me some brain
She said "I wanna come, can I bring my friend Loraine?"
I said "Okay, just put your face between her legs"She got taste, I got class
I take em to school, put your ass in her face
So watch your cap, you're talkin shit on tape
I'm not a loser, I just like to be chased
[Chorus]
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
[Verse 3]Maybe I can get a little bit intelligent
Say some shit the kids will dig because I'm incelibate
Or maybe that'll blow your iTunes up,
But I don't give a f-ck cause I'm screwed up
I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up
I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up
Maybe if I rhyme booty, with cutie, and do me
I can get a hit record on my iTunes stuff
But I can't help the fact that my mind screwed up
My mind screwed up, My mind screwed up
My mind screwed up, My mind screwed up
My mind screwed up, My mind screwed up
My mind screwed up, My mind screwed up
[Chorus]
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
I hate parties, I ain't even gonna front
But the DJ threw the song, so I see this is what you want
Get to leanin in the front, get to bouncin in the back
Show my face for a minute, then I'm bouncin through the back
Cause I'm out, I'm in the lab making another song with substance
But since I'm here I might as well do this dumb sh-t
So where my ladies at? The smoking section
If you get high enough you could hold my erection
Cause I'm fly, sky high
I'm a lady killer call my Mr. Brightside
Cause I shine when I black, nice guy
A prick on my records, but I'm a really nice guy
Why this n-gga wanna front? What the hell this n-gga want?
Who brought me in this bitch? I will get this n-gga jumped
I'm from Harlem, but the South got the bounce right now
So I'ma spit like I got a pill in my mouth right now
[Chorus]
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
[Verse 2]
Chicken wings, candy paint
The color of my drank is the color of the paint
Don't say you ballin little homie, well you know you ain't
You're Rolly Fake, That aint a Jacob thats a jake
Got a can of Budweiser don't tell me that I can't.. drank..
You must not know my name.. Charles Hamilton..
Yeah I'm still strange
I got money, why the f-ck I need a chain?
What's your name? Where you from?
I wanna cum, so girl give me some brain
She said "I wanna come, can I bring my friend Loraine?"
I said "Okay, just put your face between her legs"She got taste, I got class
I take em to school, put your ass in her face
So watch your cap, you're talkin shit on tape
I'm not a loser, I just like to be chased
[Chorus]
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
[Verse 3]Maybe I can get a little bit intelligent
Say some shit the kids will dig because I'm incelibate
Or maybe that'll blow your iTunes up,
But I don't give a f-ck cause I'm screwed up
I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up
I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up, I'm screwed up
Maybe if I rhyme booty, with cutie, and do me
I can get a hit record on my iTunes stuff
But I can't help the fact that my mind screwed up
My mind screwed up, My mind screwed up
My mind screwed up, My mind screwed up
My mind screwed up, My mind screwed up
My mind screwed up, My mind screwed up
[Chorus]
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
Sick of chillin, now it's time to get outta character
