Picture Perfect
Chamillionaire Lyrics


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My life is real baby
You peeping me take a picture
You peeping me take a picture (You should take a photograph)

My life is real baby
You peeping me take a picture
You peeping me take a picture (You should take a photograph)
Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be a throwback
You see it's real
They be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph

Introducing the truest voice of the South
It's who else but me fool
Don't let all that foolishness they feed you
On TV mislead you
Don't let all the magazines
And them papers out there deceive you
The cups that be used to sip
But Caucasian kinda like my tee do
You see that hand be glistening
You see the sedans we flipping
The hundreds of grands we getting
These units of scans we shipping
You see that Caddy tipping
Them thangs on that Caddy twisting
That paint and that candy dripping
That drank and that can is missing
That ain't a Cola though dry and you feeling sober
Boys trying to switch it over
Apply it up in a soda
Home of the Houston hustlers
Who grinding and hit the quota
Who fire and hit the doja
You high when you sniff the odor
Told ya you gotta have
A foreign or buy your slab
Afford it then buy it that's
Important without it now
You ain't gotta take college class
To see that we bout our cash
You not if you gotta ask
Let's take a pic by the slab hold up

You see my slab (You see my slab)
You see my candy slab (Slab)
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph
You see my chick (You see my chick)
You see my chick is bad (Bad)
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph
You see it's real (You see it's real)
They be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph
Photograph ph-ph-ph-photograph photograph
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph

When I'm tipping they'll probably watch me
The cops will be paparazzi
And try to patrol my posse
We shining and glowing glossy
The jealous will try to top me
We keep it too real to copy
What I'm listening to ain't a floppy
That disc gone be screwed and chopped
All the ballers will ride to this
Deposit deposit slips
Buy the car and apply the fear
Raise the trunk an entire lift
Use to go to that Kappa
But Kappa ain't been as crunk
So I'm popping up at Daytona
On chrome and I'm popping trunk
Jamming that riding dirty
While riding beside the laws
And they staring over at me
Trying to scare me like I'm ma pause
Tell him now they know I'm ma crawl
All day in the robber cause
I'm trying to go wash the ride
Till them tires have whiter walls
You peeping him take a picture
That chrome and that paint official
You smoking then take a swisha
There's plenty just take em with ya
You chilling you ain't a sipper
Then I'm ma be hanging with ya
Take a hold of the grain and grip
Handful and smile for the pictures nigga

You see my slab (You see my slab)
You see my candy slab (Slab)
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph
You see my chick (You see my chick)
You see my chick is bad (Bad)
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph
You see it's real (You see it's real)
They be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph
Photograph ph-ph-ph-photograph photograph
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph

You see the bling up on my bracelet
And the shine on my chest
Syrup in my styrofoam it's sweet with doja no cess
You done put it down with the rest
Time to roll with the best
Cause when you ride with the original
You ain't gotta guess
I'm the connection that you need
When they say it's a drought (Drought)
Cause it's not really a drought
Them other nigga just out (Out)
And I'm the plug you gotta have
When they say the river's dry (Why)
Cause it's not really dry
They just ran out of supply
I'm too fly for the clouds (Clouds)
Too down for the green grass
Better wear tinted lenses
If you look at my clean ass (Clean ass)
Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow yesterday gon be a throwback
Candy still dripping 4's is still tipping
Wood grain grass steering wheel I'm still gripping
Repping for P A T the West and the East
And I'm repping for Pimp C
Till he get back on the streets it never cease

You see my slab (You see my slab)
You see my candy slab (Slab)
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph
You see my chick (You see my chick)
You see my chick is bad (Bad)
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph
You see it's real (You see it's real)
They be like look at that
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph
Photograph ph-ph-ph-photograph photograph
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph

My life is real baby
And just a song (And just a song)
Gripping that wood wheel baby
And riding chrome (I'm riding chrome)
This is for the real player
That get that doing (That get that doing)
Tell me how it feel baby
To see I'm I'm riding candy and chrome

Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow yesterday gon be a throwback
Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow yesterday gon be a throwback

Know I'm saying gripping wood
Riding through the hood and feeling good
Just like we say down in Texas it's already
You staring at me so hard




You need to go on do yourself a favor player
And take a motherfucking picture

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Chamillionaire's song Picture Perfect depict a life of luxury and affluence. The song talks about how the rapper's life is real and picture perfect. He advises his audience to take a picture while they are peeping at him, which suggests that they will be able to take home a memory of his lavish lifestyle. He uses words like "sedans," "Caddy tipping," "paint and candy dripping," and "hundreds of grands we're getting" to show how wealthy he is. Chamillionaire also speaks about his ride, his candy, and his chick's striking looks. He speaks about how he's the real deal and lets people know that they should not fall for TV or magazines that mislead them with falsehoods.


The song portrays the life of luxury and extravagance in which Chamillionaire lived. Chamillionaire represents a part of modern youth culture, which is characterized by luxury, money, and an extravagant lifestyle. However, along with those themes, there's a deeper undercurrent - a subtext of discontent and later coming from Chamillionaire, he speaks on how wealth and status don't necessarily come without problems.


Line by Line Meaning

My life is real baby
I'm living a real life, not one that's made up or fake


You peeping me take a picture
If you're admiring me, take a photo to remember it


You should take a photograph
It's worth capturing the moment visually


Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Take a picture of me with any kind of camera


Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be a throwback
Tomorrow will come soon and today's pictures will be memories of the past


You see it's real
I'm the real deal


They be like look at that
People often stare at me


Picture perfect nigga
I'm the epitome of a perfect image


Introducing the truest voice of the South
I'm Chamillionaire, the voice of authenticity from the southern U.S.


It's who else but me fool
As if there could be any other person with the same level of realness


Don't let all that foolishness they feed youOn TV mislead you
Don't fall for the fake images that are portrayed on television


Don't let all the magazinesAnd them papers out there deceive you
Don't believe everything you read in magazines or newspapers


The cups that be used to sipBut Caucasian kinda like my tee do
The cups we use to drink are similar to those used by Caucasians, but we still have our unique style


You see that hand be glisteningYou see the sedans we flippingThe hundreds of grands we gettingThese units of scans we shipping
We're making a lot of money and it shows in the bling on my hand, the cars we're driving and the units we're shipping


You see that Caddy tippingThem thangs on that Caddy twistingThat paint and that candy drippingThat drank and that can is missing
My Cadillac is customized with a unique paint job and spinning rims, and we've finished our drinks


That ain't a Cola though dry and you feeling soberBoys trying to switch it overApply it up in a soda
We're not drinking cola, but rather a stronger drink which can be added to a soft drink for a covert, stronger concoction


Home of the Houston hustlersWho grinding and hit the quotaWho fire and hit the dojaYou high when you sniff the odor
Houston is home to people who work hard and meet their targets, but also to those who smoke marijuana and get high from the smoke


Told ya you gotta haveA foreign or buy your slabAfford it then buy it that'sImportant without it now
You need to have a foreign car or a car of your own, and it's important to be able to afford it


You ain't gotta take college classTo see that we bout our cashYou not if you gotta ask
You don't need to take a course to realize that we are all about making money, and if you don't understand that, you're not a part of this


Let's take a pic by the slab hold upYou see my slab (You see my slab)You see my candy slab (Slab)You see my chick (You see my chick)You see my chick is bad (Bad)You see it's real (You see it's real)Photograph ph-ph-ph-photograph photograph
Let's take a picture by my car, which is customized with a bright, candy-colored paint job, and my attractive date


When I'm tipping they'll probably watch meThe cops will be paparazziAnd try to patrol my posseWe shining and glowing glossy
When I'm riding around in my customized car, the police might keep an eye on me and try to keep us in check, but we still look good


The jealous will try to top meWe keep it too real to copyWhat I'm listening to ain't a floppyThat disc gone be screwed and chopped
People who are jealous of me will try to outdo me, but no one can copy my authenticity, and what I'm listening to isn't a cheap copy but a quality, slowed and chopped disc


All the ballers will ride to thisDeposit deposit slipsBuy the car and apply the fearRaise the trunk an entire lift
Rich people will listen to this song while driving their cars, which they've paid for with large deposits; they're also so proud of their cars that they will raise the trunk with the press of a button


Use to go to that KappaBut Kappa ain't been as crunkSo I'm popping up at DaytonaOn chrome and I'm popping trunk
I used to go to a particular social club (Kappa), but as it's no longer as fun, I'm now appearing at other events, where I show off the shine of my car


Jamming that riding dirtyWhile riding beside the lawsAnd they staring over at meTrying to scare me like I'm ma pauseTell him now they know I'm ma crawl
I'm blasting the song 'Riding Dirty' while driving alongside the police, who glare at me, and make me feel uncomfortable, but now they know I just crawl away (slow down and drive away), like a slow song being played


All day in the robber causeI'm trying to go wash the rideTill them tires have whiter walls
I've been driving around stealing cars all day, but I'm hoping to have enough time to wash and clean my car until the tires are white-walled


That chrome and that paint officialYou smoking then take a swishaThere's plenty just take em with yaYou chilling you ain't a sipperThen I'm ma be hanging with ya
My chrome rims and custom paint job are official, and if you're smoking something, you can take a swisher cigar with you; and if you're just chilling and not drinking, I'll still be hanging out with you


Take a hold of the grain and gripHandful and smile for the pictures nigga
Grab hold of the car's steering wheel and smile as we take pictures


You see the bling up on my braceletAnd the shine on my chestSyrup in my styrofoam it's sweet with doja no cess
I'm wearing a lot of jewelry, including a bracelet, and my chain is shiny, and I'm drinking a syrup beverage in a styrofoam cup; it's sweet and good, unlike low-quality weed


You done put it down with the restTime to roll with the bestCause when you ride with the originalYou ain't gotta guess
You've tried other people and they've let you down; it's time to ride with the best, me, because there's no need to guess


I'm the connection that you needWhen they say it's a drought (Drought)Cause it's not really a droughtThem other nigga just out (Out)And I'm the plug you gotta haveWhen they say the river's dry (Why)Cause it's not really dryThey just ran out of supply
I'm the person you need when others say there isn't enough supply (a drought) because the others are out, but I'm still connected and know where to get it


I'm too fly for the clouds (Clouds)Too down for the green grassBetter wear tinted lensesIf you look at my clean ass (Clean ass)
I'm too high up in my stylings to be in the clouds, but I'm still down to earth; and, because of how immaculately I'm dressed (and maybe because of how good my driving habits are), you'll need tinted lenses to not be blinded by the sheen of my outfit


Candy still dripping 4's is still tippingWood grain grass steering wheel I'm still grippingRepping for P A T the West and the EastAnd I'm repping for Pimp CTill he get back on the streets it never ceaseAnd just a song (And just a song)Gripping that wood wheel babyAnd riding chrome (I'm riding chrome)
My car is still colorful, I'm still steering it with a wood-grain steering wheel, and I'm still representing the West and East sides (of America) in honor of Pimp C, even after he's passed away; this is just a song, but I'm still riding in my customized car


This is for the real playerThat get that doing (That get that doing)Tell me how it feel babyTo see I'm I'm riding candy and chromeKnow I'm saying gripping woodRiding through the hood and feeling goodJust like we say down in Texas it's already
This song is for those who are really out there living and feeling alive, like me, riding around in customized cars with shiny rims and wooden steering wheels, feeling good as we take on the streets


You staring at me so hardYou need to go on do yourself a favor playerAnd take a motherfucking picture
You're staring at me really hard, so why don't you take a picture instead of just looking?




Lyrics Ā© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ERNEST C. JR. FRANKLIN, HAKEEM T. SERIKI, BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, ERNEST ISLEY, MARVIN ISLEY, O'KELLY JR. ISLEY, RONALD ISLEY, RUDOLPH BERNARD ISLEY, CHRIS JASPER

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Josh Giedeman

one of the most underrated rappers of all time. I need some new Chamillionaire in my life!

Abubakarr Kargbo

Me hommes. Deep content

BlackCraft

Nah he's not lmao this song was my jam in middle school though lmao

Dylan Thompson

Chamillionaire is such a good lyricist, this was definitely one of or if not my favourite song of this sick album

Keyboardwarrior1990

Yeah this whole album was rawer then uncooked steak

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Stephan Davis

Hell yeah, I'm with you.

Qua Hoover

Yea I Know Chamillonaire šŸ”„šŸ”„šŸ”„ STIll one of my favorite Rapper's

vEL

ever heard of K-Rino ? canā€™t mention houston without mentioning him he put h town on the map together with the south park coalition

Sani Adamu

Song is pure gold

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