the main event
chamillionaire
still grindin in the streets like i ain't made a cent
tryin to get it like the money that i made was spent
still hustlin like i know it's time to pay the rent
you could find me where the money at
exit the bar if you ain't tryin to get your card slid
but i ain't never seen the damage that a bark did
i brought some ladies with me
i do it big like my jimmy wasn't tucked in
lucky i don't keep my dick exposed
i'm the present like some christmas clothes
reppin texas so don't question if i'm tippin fours
every vehicle is pigeon-toed
she look at me like a skeleton
see this the realest that your radio has ever been
somebody better tell her man
still grindin in the streets like i ain't made a cent
i swear it ain't been the same ever since i got cake
i'm a get it 'til the day of my wake
i'm on a paper chase for pies
yeah that cookies and cake
and hold it down for my state
ride with me or collide with me
where i roam in the streets
and northside where i sleep
stop bitin our style and get off our dick
all the jealousy need to quit and the hatin should stop
'cause the third coast ain't never gonna flop
i know you don't cuss but i do cham
it's all eyez on me" like 'pac told ya