Chamillionaire “Badazz Slow-Mixes” Mixtape Download


Chamillionaire says he’s holding off on releasing mixtapes in the future, but for now he tones it down and tackles some of your favorite slow jams on his latest collection. Tracklist and download link after the jump.

1. Chamillionaire – HOMETOWN Feat Big K.R.I.T. (Arshizzle & Prabh Mix)
2. Lloyd – BE THE ONE Feat. Chamillionaire, Trey Songz & Young Jeezy (Dj Sick Blunt Mix)
3. Dj Khaled – WE ALL DONE Feat. Chamillionaire, Drake, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne (Arshizzle Mix)
4. Miguel – SURE THING Feat. Chamillionaire & ZRO (Arshizzle Mix)
5. The Game – POT OF GOLD Feat. Chamillionaire & Chris Brown (Dj Sick Blunt Mix)
6. Frank Ocean – SWIM GOOD Feat. Chamillionaire & UGK. (JD & Ayres Mix)
7. Twista – PERSONAL TRAINER – Chamillionaire & Twista (Prabh Mix)
8. Z Ro- I HATE YOU Feat. Chamillionaire (Dj Arshizzle Mix)
9. Erykah Badu – HONEY REMIX Feat Chamillionaire (Dj Arshizzle Mix)
10. Chamillionaire – PANAMERA GIRL
11. Frank Ocean – ACURA INTEGURL
12. Kelly Rowland – MOTIVATION Feat. Chamillionaire (Dj Arshizzle Mix)
13. Bei Major -TROUBLE Feat Chamillionaire & J Cole
14. Chamillionaire – Thanks Outro
15. Hometown – (Dj Sick Blunt Bonus)

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Chamillionaire ft.Nipsey Hussle “When Ya On” Music & Lyrics


Chamillionaire ft.Nipsey Hussle “When Ya On” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Chamillionaire]

They only love ya when ya on
They only love ya when ya on
The only other time is when you’re gone
They only love ya when ya on
What goes up come do-ow-own

Welcome to 2011 where everybody’s the realest
Everyone who a midget, sya they do it the biggest
Every part of ya business is everybody business
Got my name all in your mouth
I should have been a dentist
Yeah, everybody done did it
Everybody’s a critic
I’m like “Whatchu talkin’ bout” like everybody’s a Willis
Man, they say they love you when the block on smash
Since they so in love, tell ‘em they can kiss my cash
Wait a minute you don’t like me, Well I don’t like you
These fakers sayin’ that they real but I see right through
The old me, that was the realest person I knew
The new me probably the realest person times two

[Chorus]
So when you feels like it’s everybody for themselves
And the place where ya living is’nt far from hell
And they keep tellin’ you “you were born to fail”
And everybody say they real but it’s too hard to tell
So until I die, I’mma always grind
I’mma be ok, I’mma be alright
If they say I fail, that would be a lie
But there aint no such thing as a tie
They only love ya when ya on

Hold up,
You got to be out ya conscience
They aint got no sense, that’s why they call it nonesense
How they gon talk about what you never accomplish?
Like they dun done something thats worthy of my responses
Look at the tags, I’m showing ‘em how to stunt G
Candy and papers plates, it looks like I got the munchies
It’s so ironic they couch got money in ‘em
But y’all always on the couch and never get any money
Where’s Cupid, they only love ya till ya next hook
but I don’t check the gossip blogs
I check check books
Ask Lebron they say winning is the best look
Every move I make is right like I aint got a left foot
To keep it real a record deal couldn’t stop me
I’m bootlegging bullets, you can still get a copy
Lucifer is in a pair of heels in the lobby
I don’t dance with the devil call it trilluminati

[Chorus]
So when you feels like it’s everybody for themselves
And the place where ya living is’nt far from hell
And they keep tellin’ you “you were born to fail”
And everybody say they real but it’s too hard to tell
So until I die, I’mma always grind
I’mma be ok, I’mma be alright
If they say I fail, that would be a lie
But there aint no such thing as a tie
They only love ya when ya on

Northside where ya at
Northside let me know you got my back

They only love ya when ya on

Southside where ya at
Southside, let me know you got my back
Yeah
Eastside where ya at
Eastside my n-gga you got my back

They only love ya when ya on
Westside where ya at
Westside let me know you got my back

[Nipsey Hussle]
Look, I’m a get money n-gga, on a daily basis
Road to the riches, potholes in the pavements
Thats why I follow every rule and regulation
Making rap money off this game I’ve been laced with
Uh, and you can blame it on black sam
Blame it on Crenshaw and Slauson Ave
Fly wit’ bad bitch with a fat ass
Bail money, big pistol and black mag
That’s how we play it, we living with the fast cash
To all my haters, consider this the last laugh
I’ve been the greatest in my city, now I’m past that
It’s all money ascap, broke bitches bag back
Please, Louie notes, Louis back packs
First class seats like a pillow top mattress
Uh, we can’t take it to the casket so I’mma spend these rags
Just to laugh at your reaction

[Chorus]
So when you feels like it’s everybody for themselves
And the place where ya living is’nt far from hell
And they keep tellin’ you “you were born to fail”
And everybody say they real but it’s too hard to tell
So until I die, I’mma always grind
I’mma be ok, I’mma be alright
If they say I fail, that would be a lie
But there aint no such thing as a tie
They only love ya when ya on

I know, I know-ow-ow-ow
They only love ya when ya one
I know, I know-ow-ow-ow
They only love ya when ya one
What goes up, must come down
What goes up, comes down.
What goes up, must come down
What goes up, comes do-ow-oown!

Chamillionaire ft. Krayzie Bone “Ridin” Music & Lyrics


Lyrics:
[Chorus]
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I’m swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Police think they can see me lean
I’m tint so it ain’t easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain’t know, I’m crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain’t tryin to have no babies
Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I’m grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I’m still ain’t losin

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]
I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can’t focus
I gotta get to home ‘fore the po po’s scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt
And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain’t givin a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don’t see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won’t get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y’all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drink and dro
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they’ll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain’t even ridin dirty bet you’ll be leavin with an even madder mood
I’mma laugh at you then I’mma have to cruise I’m in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can’t arrest me plus you can’t sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU
I can’t be touched or tell ‘em that they shoulda known
Tippin’ down, sittin’ crooked on my chrome
Bookin’ my phone, tryin’ to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn’t stop me I’mma ’bout to pull up at your home and it’s on