"Hate It Or Love It" (2007)




Check My Swag lyrics - Chingy

[Intro:]
I am the flyest nigga around (yea)
You know who it is
Young smooth, jackpot, Chingaling

[Chorus:]
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
Check my swag, check check my swag [x4]
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag

[Verse 1:]
That rolls royce seem to be them hoes choice
They love the luxury cause it get em so moist
Navigation one button activated by a voice
You can call me the king cause I got so many toys
My favorite designer Louis Vaton I'm a shiner
Cocky kinda true as a don big tymer
Rocks will blind ya, yea I'm the bomb street grinder
Cocked the niner now you folks now ya time up
When I'm in LA missta chize I rub back
ATL I'm adjustin' with a chick how you love that
Flash 100 large make a bet where you scrubs at
I'm the youngest in charge 26's them dubs wack
They spinin 24's when they sell me the 'cut back
Real cats get down, fake cats get mugged rat
Baby got back now baby can I rub that
I'm a hustla with clout ya dig she dug that

[Chorus:]
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags

Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
Check my swag, check check my swag [x4]
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
Check my swag, check check my swag [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Wanna be my boo, plus they caked up
Just stay up on ya fashion always be draped up
And just know this ya man about paper
And when I talk listen hey f**k them haters
O you like Shenell I can take you to meet her
Heels and sandals baby you done wearin' sneakers
Business I handle heads turn when they see us
And if they don't know we gunna make em some believers
Juicy Couture I can see you in that too
Never wear nothing twice everything brand new
Keep your hair done shape right and nails nice
Stay flawless in public if you wanna be my wife
Them other brauds say but hey get them hoes
But they just mad cause I don't sweat them hoes
Cause they mad broke and I get them hoes
My swagga' tight and my sway penny rolls

[Chorus:]
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
Check my swag, check check my swag [x4]
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag

Fly Like Me lyrics - Chingy (feat. Amerie)

Now you done been around the world,
And you'd seen alot of girls,
But, you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like,
Now you done rolled through some hoods,
There's some girls that look good,
But, you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like,
And you partied, and have hugs
And sum girls sho you love,
But, you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like me
Baby, But chu never had a girl look so fly like me.

Now I'd done been around the world thought I'd seen it all
Er color, er shape, what I need and all,
Switch like seasons, when the summers, spring, & fall,
And back seat of my jeep, I'm chrome veet & all.
On the hunt for these girls were like my day to day,
I get em alone I jump em and den fade away,
I give it good so some of them won't stay away,
They try to lock me up, but I break away.
And to the day I lay my eyes on the princess,
And you can tell she was a dime from a distance,
It took a minute to come to my senses,
Shes the perfect match and god is my witness,
Now for the first time I've opened my eyes,
Put the glass in the air, now I toast to the sky,
Feels like I'm in heaven, & I'm hoping to fly,
Baby girl come along for the ride, you know why cuhs I...

Now you done been around the world,
And you'd seen alot of girls,
But, you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like,
Now you done rolled through some hoods,
There's some girls that look good,
But, you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like,
And you partied, and have hugs,
And sum girls sho you love,
But, you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like me
Baby, But chu never had a girl look so fly like me.

Now I ain't neva had a girl that was so fly,
Other guys come around, you acting so shy,
You got em shaking in their boots, and I know why,
Cuhs they can't handle the truth and that's no lie,
As for me, I'm the one that you been dreaming on,
And wen you saw me I'm the one that you were steaming on,
And when you need it I'm the shoulder that you would be leaning on,
Take off that guchi and keep them vickie sneakers on,
Let's take a flight because the world is our playground,
And buy houses from the lou, to the A-Town,
It's silk sheets so it's soft when you lay down,
Ching-a-ling yea, I get down, and stay down,
There's no one better baby girl you'sz a blessing,
You got me heading in a positive direction,
You got my vote, when you re-up for election,
Cuhs all I wanna do is give you love and affection.
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Now you done been around the world,
And you'd seen alot of girls,
But, you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like,
Now you done rolled through some hoods,
There's some girls that look good,
But, you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like,
And you partied, and have hugs,
And sum girls sho you love,
But, you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like me
Baby, But chu never had a girl look so fly like me.

Why you wasting your time, & boy, running the streets,
When you can just come to me? (huh)
You know I got what you need,
I got what you want,
Boy, won't you come and see?
What if you never, (seen) a girl like me ever, (like me before)?
Won't you come inside, let me keep it dry,
Cuhs, I'm, so, flyyyyy.

Now you done been around the world,
And you'd seen alot of girls,
But, you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like,
Now you done rolled through some hoods,
There's some girls that look good,
But, you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like,
And you partied, and have hugs,
And sum girls sho you love,
But, you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like me
Baby, But chu never had a girl look so fly like me. [x2]

Gimme Dat lyrics - Chingy (feat. Ludacris & Bobby Valentino)

[Chorus: Ludacris & Bobby Valentino]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)

[Chingy:]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)
[Ludacris:]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Club packed, know I'm a be there all night
Tired as hell, jetlag, just got off a flight
But that don't stop me
Who? Not me
Pop 1 bottles pop 2 bottles pop 3
4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P.
7, 8, 9, so tjey all dimes, O.G.
Louis frame match my Louis kicks on my fifth right?
Dirty lame look at me wrong? Tell 'em get right
Light reflecting off the Bentley watch, now I'm lit right?
6's on the candy Range just so I can sit right
Hotter if ya chick nice, I can triple his price
On the black [? ], got 'em hating, wanna fist fight?
Man don't get ya shit sliced, yea I hope the fifth tight
We tryna party, lil homie don't mess up this night
It's a D.T.P. thang, wall-to-wall, it's hype
Me, Luda, and Valentine, we living this life

[Chorus]

[Chingy:]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)

[Ludacris:]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

All Aboard (Ride It) lyrics - Chingy (feat. Steph Jones)

Uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh(that train)
Uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin')! ALL ABOARD!

[VERSE 1:]
(Aye) They tell me do it how I do it.(do it) Take no time I'm a get right to it. (to it)
I'm a busy act fluid. (fluid) Make up yo mind.(mind) Baby shake yo behind. (behind) I just wanna see ya move it. (Go)
Dance floor packed(packed) Er body grooving. (Go)
All these classy chicks. Mama you an A student. Cute and Thick. Got me 'bout to loose it. I can see yo A** for evidence and I can prove it.
Ride(ride) Ride that train.(train) Bring that freak out don't hide that thang. Oh my (oh my) her body's insane. Got me feeling like DANG! I can have that thang.
I'll ride the track. All the fine dime pieces where you at? DJ bring it back. I don't know how to act when the party packed.

[CHORUS:]
Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. 3 (Let's), 2 (Go), 1. All Aboard!

[VERSE 2:]
Oh my god again. Her. We got another one. There she go with that coke bottle. Body guns. BANG BANG. When she drop it on down. Doing her Thang Thang. And I can't stop assuming her. She get it in then she run run with it. Break it on down, 911 with it. Dumb dumb did it. Took my fit it. Wink her eye then I go go get it. Aye, I got nothing to say. All she wants is to play. Then I close my eyes and realize that I want this to sway. Get up on the 5's. I looked her right in the eyes. We feeling like these feathers stuck together blowing away!

[CHORUS:]
Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. 3, 2, 1. All Aboard!

[VERSE 2:]
Yes sir, I'm looking at her. Let me have that cat I can make it purr. I slur. My words and verbs. Bowling ball legs how'd you get those curves? I know you feel it baby yeah I got that urge. I'm a waiter and you can get served. 12 shots on the D I'm perve. Get with me get what you deserve. I'll ride the track. I'll ride the track. All the fine dime pieces where you at? DJ bring it back. I don't know how to act when the party packed.

[BRIDGE:]
Uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh(that train)
Uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh (that train) uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin)

Lemme see you ride. Lemme see you ride. Lemme see you ride. Lemme see you ride. Lemme see you ride. Lemme see you ride. LEMME SEE YOU RIDE THE TRAIN!

[CHORUS:]
Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. 3, 2, 1. All Aboard!

Lovely Ladies lyrics - Chingy

without great grandmother theres no me
without grandmama theres no me
without ma momma theres no me
dem ladies made our family tree
because i love dem all da same
and think of em all da same
need sumthin juss ask i got it covered aint no thang
ma autn jenni works hard and i appreciate that
so threw this song ima give my appreciation back
remember a long time ago i would be down in da basement rappin
shed stomp on da floor n say quit all dat damn snappin
she aint no 20 years from den datz wats makin all dis happen
she aint no at ma shows 50,000 ppl clappin
plus i wish i culda seen her face wen i bought dat pad
dat waz juss a cool thank you gift from ur growner lad
you a (lovely lady) and thats y im praisin yahh existence
her n howard always tought me 2 make wise decisions
ya we gon make it through i dedicate this to u
culd have had any mother but 4 goodness sakes its u

[chorus]
see momma u ma (lovely lady)
yall all my (lovely gurls) [3x]
momma u my (lovely lady)
yall all my (lovely gurls) [3x]
grandmomma u ma (lovely lady)
yall all my (lovely gurls) [3x]
lil sista u ma (lovely lady)
yall all my (lovely gurls) [3x]

plus my 2 grammys like ma mammies
i no sumtimes dey dont understand me
but 1 day just like dem billboards ima bring home a grammy
c ma momma momma big momma we kept er in sum drama
couple bad ass grandsons walkin round wit llamas
she wuld fuss at us tell us right tho we aint know no betta
so leave 4 it to u ma appreciation letta
ruth baby i aint forget yahh
wen im gone im still wit yahh
i love comin by ur house n seein all ma posta pictures
dey make me feel so special wen da world all on my back
u da loveliest lady write it down cause thats a fact
no sumtimes u want me 2 go 2 church i say i mite
even if i dont u tell me keep god in my life
and i still got dem prayin hands on dat quarter i gave yahh
a men 2 god but sumtimes i feel like u ma savior
we gon make it thru
dedicate dis 2 u
culd have ne grandmomma 4 goodness sakes it u

[chorus]

now dez 2 women in my life i gotta treat right
we handle business durin da day n we party at night
c ma 2 sistas i love yahh but neva put nuthin above yahh
u suffa i suffa u goin threw it den we gon struggle
candace she da youngest dezineeya da oldest
heather need sumbody 2 talk 2 i got er shulda
but if i got it u got it juss like i always told yahh
u aint neva gotta have a man 2 do 4 yahh im ur soldia

[chorus]

Spend Some $ lyrics - Chingy (feat. Trey Songz)

(Money)
[Chingy:] Trey Songz, I see you baby, What Up? (SONGZ)

[Chorus – Trey Songz]
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.

[Bridge]
[Trey:] So whatchu want, girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What’s mine’s is yours.
[Trey:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey:] So Whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What’s mine’s is yours, baby

[Verse 1 – Chingy]
You a material girl, in a material world.
A celebrity chick, that wants diamonds and pearls.
Naw, I don’t mind doing for you in public, you let me touch it and rub it,
But I don’t love you (Aw no)
I let her drive the whip,
Stay over, call her girlfriends to my house and let ‘em lay. (Oh Yeah)
Take her where she want, when she want, but don’t get it twisted, the girl no her do’s and don’ts.
My mama likes her, pops dig her.
Damn near took eight months just to hit her (No nigga)
When we go out, we take pictures
She bad, lil’ dirty, around my homies, I kiss her
And ya’ll know that ain’t me, fo’ sho’ that ain’t me
Oh, it’s ‘bout dough, and that’s me (Money, Money)
My ride or die girl going hard, I spend it on her since the cash flow flowing hard.

[Chorus – Trey Songz]
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.

[Bridge]
[Trey:] So whatchu want, girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What’s mine’s is yours.
[Trey:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey:] So Whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What’s mine’s is yours, baby

[Verse 2 – Chingy]
I take her on trips, she like to go to Italy
Get it, heel game, that girl be killing me
I love her attitude, feisty and silly, B
Sex never bad, she the drug that be healing me
Sometimes though, the broad get the illest E
Notice that another chick, feeling me
Hey now, said she want a ‘lac truck
She don’t like riding low, ‘cause she like to sit up
Put the 26’s on it, what the fuck
Gave it to her, told her, tear the streets up
Pretty girl, but she keep the heat tucked
She tough, see bruh but she a freak, she enough, ya dig

[Chorus – Trey Songz]
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.

[Bridge]
[Trey:] So whatchu want, girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What’s mine’s is yours.
[Trey:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey:] So Whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What’s mine’s is yours, baby

[Verse 3 – Chingy]
Figures, girls look so good. But their brains are not ready, I don’t know
I’d rather get with a baller chick, doing it real heavy, and getting dough
I’m a fly guy, baby, you got be up to part.
Hair, nails done, feet, looking like a star
Everywhere we go, they need to know who we are
And It’s a must that we hop out the nicest cars

[Chorus – Trey Songz]
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.

[Bridge]
[Trey:] So whatchu want, girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What’s mine’s is yours.
[Trey:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey:] So Whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What’s mine’s is yours, baby

[Chingy:] What’s mine’s is yours, baby

[Trey:] Drop some money on ya, a little money.

How We Feel lyrics - Chingy (feat. Anthony Hamilton & Intro from Ice Cube)

[Intro:]
Either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what's going on in the hood.

Uh Uh, yeah, uh yeah yeah this your boy chingaling man, need to talk to the world real quick, talk to em man, you know we got a lot of problems going on in the inner city, in the ghetto, in the hood, they ain't hearin you, ain't nobody touchin on, democrats, republicans, all those folks, you know they don't care what's going on in the ghetto anyway.

[Verse 1:]
Errday I wake up with a regular mentality, but I'm a target on the street and that's just reality, cats in the ghetto ain't never had a high salary, except makin deals and selling blow in the alley, see the system was made for us to fail, look at the jails, overpopulated with mexicans and young black males, I ain't tellin the tale, so we choose heaven or hell, don't care about letters from school, we'd rather get street mail, I been a witness to some murders snitchin I do without it, but then I wonder why the damn police don't do nothing about it, go to the unemployment office, hell yeah it's crowded, our hoods takin wrong turns now it's time to reroute it, I know a lil dude 13, carry a burner dropped out of school, teacher said he wasn't a fast learner, sometimes I wonder in 20 years I wonder where we gon be, when I say we, I mean my black community, ya digg.

[Chorus:]
They don't know, how it feels to hurt so long, cause they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through.

[Verse 2:]
Pardon my french but I don't think we ready for a lady president, it's evident that it's a mans world so that's irrelevant, the system think we all niggas and we not intellegent, but martin luther and malcolm taught me before I'm heavensent, the girls havin kids and they still some kids, poppin them out one after another like that's what it is, it's innocent cats doin bizz, they just tryin to life, and the police don't even know if the crime they did, it's got my brain in a twist, so I'm twistin a; eaf, on my balcony smokin and drinkin trying to see some relief, if I can change our neighborhoods I would, put that on me, this world messed up, and that stevie wonder can see, so to my dogs locked down set ya mind free, cause you and I don't even believe you can get your degree, sometimes I wonder in 20 years where we gon be, and when I say we I mean my black community, let's go.

[Chorus:]
They don't know, how it feels to hurt so long, cause they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through.

[Verse 3:]
I twist the cap off the bottle, take a sip and see tomorrow, like pac, wash away the sorrow while police hit the block, I be up all night, askin god for the truth, he told me thinking translated in my own words in the booth, try to reach the youth, cause that's what matters today, I'm ain't too religious but I get on my knees and pray, sometimes I wonder in 20 years where we gon be, I ain't gotta wonder no more, my people rollin with me, yeah.

[Chorus:]
They don't know, how it feels to hurt so long, cause they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through.

[Outro:]
Yeah, they'll never come through wo oh oh, they don't know about this thing.

Roll On 'Em lyrics - Chingy (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro - Chingy (Rick Ross)]
I know you're thinkin this song is gonna be about
All the problems in my life, all my pain and sorrow
All the shit I done been through
And the times that I've been livin on this here fucked up Earth
Well I'm sorry to let you know that it ain't, haha

Cool & Dre watup, yeah
This your boy Chingy man, straight from the Lou' (it's Ricky Ross)
All the way to Miami (Chingy)
We doin it big baby (St. Louis, watup)
Now let's go

[Hook]
We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll

[Chingy]
Look, check
Hey I'm so flossy I can wear the Dental package
The Range Rover sweet, 'cause it got a lotta racket
Our (') lost faith, now I call it Chingy Magic
Look the other way nigga when you see me in traffic
Hello, 22's is cool
Feel like I graduated, throwin y'all still in school
Look, mellow they call me Young Smooth
'Cause my appearance alone will get your girl in a mood, shoot
I know they like the color on the Chrys'
'Cause I'm gettin it hell, put some colors in the ice
That's ballin, go 'head, gamble with your life
And I'ma {*gunshots*) turn your head to some dice
Hood up partner, you niggaz goin straight broke
Tryna keep up with my whips, I don't pay a damn note
No, no you fake hustlers are a joke
Huffin old ass fool should have came with a remote

[Chorus]
If you ridin 10 tyres, throw some 24's on it
Throw some 24's on it, throw some 24's on it
If you ridin regular paint, throw some candy on that bitch
Throw some candy on that bitch, throw some candy on that bitch
If your radio too low, throw some beat up in the trunk
Throw some beat up in the trunk, throw some beat up in the trunk
So pass the police, turn that shit up, let it bump
Turn that shit up, let it bump, turn that shit up, let it bump

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
Yeah, Boss
I'm a vet with the whips, when it's red on the hips
Hit the Lou' drop the top, throw up sess' and then I dip
22's out the top, I'ma mess with the bricks
Gettin head in all schools, havin sex in the six
I make you niggaz brin it, sittin on 30 inches
We steppin out blingin, me and the dirty Chingy
I met your homie chick, fucked her in 30 minutes
Jump back off in my shit, we back to serve sippin
You hear that big glock, you see that wrist watch
Go hit the weed spot, me and my shit wash
If you trippin, I'm bustin, we still killin for nothin
If you feelin I'm frontin, I'm continue to stuntin
Ricky Ross

[Chorus]

[Chingy]
Click your heels homeboy, my rims on steroids
Po's pull me over you know, I don't care boy
Here's my license and to show that's all you pigs need
Keep fuckin with me, I'ma take you on a high speed
Try me (vroom), but you know what pa'
They usually stop me just to say they wanna drive my car, uh
Nah tell the station give you a raise
And maybe you can be flossin like me one day
One day, ay, where my riders at
The SS Impala co from front to back
I'm about to sell it tho', fuck it, give it to Smith
So he can stunt like his cousin and we all the shit
I got this, probably seen me on the dub cover
Flyin smurf, low fur, chauffeur, I'm a hustler
Yeah homie bring your whips out
Last nigga tried to jack me, dirty brought them clips out

[Chorus]

Blockstar lyrics - Chingy

[INTRO: ]
Hahahaha.

ghost riders

I remember when this said it's gon B nothin
Noww , look .. we got fast cars ., fast ho's, fast money
all dem shots and we still here. nigga you run this city

yo. look here

[MAIN:]
my uncle snoop dogg told me go hard on a ho
dey wont listen
when i speakin slap stars on a ho
hit the dealer ,take the baddest fuckin car in the flow
club nice ten G's on the bar here we go.
caddelac pimpin homie you should see what i drive callin my monster vehicle its like its alive.
women swimmin to my nuts you should see when they dive
husbands be lookin for me since i be with theire wives
honebee's on on my dick like i beat on the hyve
busta take that kinda mouthin and a skiet in her eye
she can see where im comin from ,but seein suprised other brallz told about me now she seein the size
even afther my concert she still seeing me live.
G.I.B. money gain ,you aint see in these guys think you seein my tribe static when we arrive.
you in the missesipy flow with your brains on the side.

[REFRAIN:]
bad chicks,hot cars,bank rose,fuck the laws
get it boys,got the ball,chicks taint? ya top star
thugss bust (buckbuckbuck)ya block star,stripes yeah, we got cars ,front row.
to livin large , what we are baby Blockstars

check it out, ey

now them mad rims pokin out like fake breasts, muscle on the barrle fucking nigge's not dem same sex
Its superstars that don't like me so who gon hate, next cowards bout to fell out, yea we comin with eight cheques
Im tryin to have it to where my sons writin paid cheques , so if i diamond curlin i say it'l be straight set
froutelume whip, yeah its a great vet youze a average loser and im a great vet .
feel like i died came back and died again, lessons in life tought me i got no motherfockin friends
some haters jack me knowin imma get revange, when i play i play to win ,gankin me now thats a sin.
id overtan ,faded off and see .... cock my hat,cock my strap and put that pine in the wind
Corners we been , ex famous murder ville fuck the jury once youre life im bout ta
MURDER KILL KILL

[REFRAIN:]
bad chicks,hot cars,bank rose,fuck the laws
get it boys,got the ball,chicks taint? ya top star
thugss bust (buckbuckbuck)ya block star,stripes yeah, we got cars ,front row.
to livin large , what we are baby Blockstars

i keep dem riders with me like i own the fight club i must be trowin a party catch me in a fuckin night club
P cat's stairin at me jealous with a slight mug, dirty you wrongg but arnt you fuckin with the right thug
call me cats but with a pistol ,yeah ghost rider not from the west or east im a midwest coastrider
nutty northsider fool with a attitude nickname handyman i stay with a couple pools

[REFRAIN:]
bad chicks,hot cars,bank rose,fuck the laws
get it boys,got the ball,chicks taint? ya top star
thugss bust (buckbuckbuck)ya block star,stripes yeah, we got cars ,front row.
to livin large , what we are baby Blockstars

what we are

Blockstarz

"Hoodstar" (2006)




Intro (Ridin' Wit Me) lyrics - Chingy

[Chingy:]
(Woo!) Put your hands up [x2]
("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
And uhh {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
(Woo!) Put your hands up! [x2]
And uhh ("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
And uhh {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}

[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, hurr comes the king of the Midwest
C, H to the I to the N to the G
{"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
Say what, say what {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}

[Chingy:]
I'm back (yeah I'm back) I ain't went nowhurr
'Cept across the world and back, right hurr and right thurr
It's a fact (it's a fact) I'ma do what I do
Hold the town down, always represent the Lou'
And I pack (and I pack) a 45 for the hate
People like "When it's gon' drop," cause man they can't wait
Ha ha! (Ha ha!) You can catch me on the bricks
In a fly-ass whip, with a fly-ass chick
Talk to 'em Chingy, women tellin me they miss me
All these fools tryin to diss me, these lil' girls tryin to kiss me
(Say what, say what) We're still makin big deals
Still roll on 26's cause I ride big wheels
Yeah - still keepin it real
Still got that thang on me, homey keep that steel
(Stay back, stay back) So if you want me come get me
I ain't trippin {"cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}

[Chorus]

Bounce That lyrics - Chingy

[Chorus:]
Throw it to me baby, ima runningback
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown?x2

Bounce dat ass ho [x8]
(Shake it twist it)(Twist it shake it)

[Verse:]
Hat cocked hard headed from tha bad block
Reds flocked i'm star studded like my shamrock
Off top when I drop them bras need to pop
I told her dont stop man have you seen her pop?
God damn she hit the fan cant catch her dirty
I can, cause im the man, I am
I dont slow dance I 2 step
Tryin to chill n post up but dat Grey Goose crept
Up on me now lil mama lookin like she want this
Once I am up to bat when I hit I dont miss
And maybe u can leave wit me
And dont worry about nothin a couple of gs wit me
(Now let me see you)

[Chorus]

Its too many niggas and not enough hos
Soon as I come through tha door
Them heffers pullin on my clothes
White t, crispy nikes wit some red and blue girbauds
Hustle a piece of game and dont be mad cuz she chose
Ching a ling, stay on tha scene
Ring diamonds in my pinky ring
You know they mean
Brush my shoulders off I stay clean, look how I gleam
Keep a gang of chickens on my team, ya know wat I mean?
You a jazzy girl, its your world
Im just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel
Better yet i tell ya what, ima give yo ass a referal
Come to my office in tha back and gon get it girl

[Break]

Shake it twist it, Twish it shake it
Chorus
You got a fine body, why dont u back dat thing up
Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up
If you throw it my way ima snatch dat thing up
Once I beat it up dem docs gon have to patch dat thing up
Yeah, I bet ya never met a playa like me
Tryin to get in dem pants I might be
Pass it to be like im Bousier
Let me ram it until I bring that ass to a closer

[Chorus]

Dem Jeans lyrics - Chingy (feat. Jermaine Dupri)

[JD]
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?
How the how the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?
Cause your waist so little and your ass it like wo
Cause your waist so little and your ass it like wo

[Chingy]
Prada, Gucci
Tell me what you like
Coach bag
With the shoes
To match
Forget the price
Marc Jacob shades
50 karats all ice
Model in dem jeans for me
Luxury now that's your life
That's the type of shit I'm on
Let me see you get them on
Back it up a bit
Yeah that's it
Cause I can see your thong
Carmale skin tone
Daum you look like Nia Long
Don't be acting like that lil mama
Cause I can leave you 'lone
Mix the lime with that Patron
That's what we drinking on
She wanna go out to eat
But me JD I'm think home
Just so I can see 'em off
But what the hell we both grown
Wearin' dem jean like that
Will make me take trips with you to Rome
Hey now (hey, hey), hey now (hey)
You know they thick from the STL to the A~Town
Hey now (hey, hey), hey now (hey)
Let me help you with dem jeans
Baby lay down

[Chorus]
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem Jeans,
Dem Jeans?
How'd you get all that in Dem?
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that?
(Is you talking to me?)
Yeah, you
I bet you had to jump up and down
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed
Just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby that's what's up

[JD]
Now. Now. Now
When walkin' girl
And you make it swirl
It's hard for me not to look
And I want you in my world
Bubbled up (oh)
poking out (Hey)
Licking' my lip saying
Shawaty swing it my way
Daum ma
How the hell you get all that in
Dem pants ma
Hope you ain't up in here with your man ma
I love it when you wiggle it Shake it
Drop it and do your little dance
True Religion, 7's
Or dem rocking Republics
Or the ones that fit the best
And show it just how we love it
Know just how to hug it
Know just how to cup it
When you walk away it make me wanna rub it
Hey now (hey, hey). Hey now (hey)
You know they thick from A~Town down to H~Town
Hey now (hey, hey). Hey now (hey)
Let me help you with dem jeans
Baby lay down

[Chorus]
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem Jeans,
Dem Jeans?
How'd you get all that in Dem?
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that
(Is you talking to me?)
Yeah you
I bet you had to jump up and down
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed
Just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby that's what's up

[Chingy]
I don't mean to be rude
But I like the way you move.
Got your boy in the mood
let's go back to magic cruise I ain't like the mother fools got To play by ma rules face down, ass Up, pants off look (uh)
there it go
don't be scared
let it show it,
like them curves make that thing talk when you walk
I'm slurring ma words
drop it to the floor
ya heard
ain't no hating girl got to sing it
like the style but man you working them a lot.

[Chorus (x2)]
Damn Girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem Jeans,
Dem Jeans?
How'd you get all that in Dem?
Damn Girl
How'd you get all that?
(Is you talking to me?)
Yeah, you
I bet you had to jump up and down
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed
Just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby that's what's up

Pullin' Me Back lyrics - Chingy (feat. Tyrese)

[Chorus:]
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pulling me back, me back
Telling me I need you in my life
Every time I try to go
Something keeps telling me that, me that
Everything's gonna be alright
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pulling me back, me back
Telling me I need you in my life
It was meant to be
You were meant for me
So that means we gotta make it work

[Verse 1]
It was all good at first,
Spending money, going shopping
Eating at the finest restaurants
And then from club hopping
She was right thurr with me bottle popping living that life
She just didn't understand my lifestyle and that I ain't like
We didn't have a worry in the world, got you diamonds got you pearls
But I can't help it if Ching-A-Ling been attracting all the girls
Baby I'm a superstar and that come with it
You got a good nigga on the side, you better run with it,
Even though I'm on the road doing shows,
I make time for me and her, relationship to grow
They tell me don't trust a woman in this industry
But she not any woman, more like a sacred friend to me
Plus, when I'm outta town, always think of her
Might conversate with some chicks, but no one come above her,
(Uh) I thought I was your man
Guess you ain't understand,
N now I'm sitting here, looking crazy like
Damn!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Walk in the house from hard work, my head hurts,
Instead of arguing, can I have dinner with some dessert (uh uh)?
She's talking 'bout this phone number she found,
Hey, give me time to put my bags down,
She's straight up, clowned
Before we end up fighting, let me leave,
I'm exhausted and this hurr, I don't need
Now I'm with the fellas riding and drinking
She's blowing my two way up but I need some time for thinking
(Yeah) I wanna go back, but something saying naaaw
Give her some space and the next day I might call
What should I do?
Look, let me ask you all
Should I stand tall, or let this relationship fall?
I ain't down on with having my feelings crushed
But it happens sometimes
Either love it or give it up
I thought I was your man
Guess you ain't understand
And now I'm sittin' here looking crazy like
Damn!

[Chorus]

[JD:] Chingy holla at them again !!

[Verse 3]
To all the fellas know you feel me, if you ever had a woman,
Good times led to bad times and you ain't see it coming,
Tried your best to make her happy,
But it wasn't enough,
'Cause mama told me in relationship the road gets rough
And I ain't the one to have my head down
Weak and stressed out
As bad as it hurts I gotta move to the next route
(Uh) I thought I was her man
Guess she ain't understand
N now she's sittin' hurr looking crazy like
Damn!

[Chorus]

U A Freak (Nasty Girl) lyrics - Chingy (feat. Mr. Collipark)

Nasty girl... nasty girl... nasty girl... nasty girl

[Chorus:]
Far as i know you a freak, (Who me?) a lil nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat,to the beat, clap clap skeet skeet, (skeet skeet) cause all i really wanna do' but she dont come cheap.
Far as i no you a freak, a lil nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat, to the beat, clap clap skeet skeet, (skeet skeet) cause all i really wanna do' but she dont come cheap.

Chicken head patty cake, lean wit it rock wit it...
Chicken head patty cake, lean wit it rock wit it

[Verse 1:]
Hands up lil momma was up, know you see me pulling up in that truck, rimmed up chin chilla timbed up. hopped out matchin furr brim what?
Yah these freaks out tah nite, man herd they in route tah nite, no body should be sitting on the couch tah nite, hey grey goose got me feeling so rite.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Now i'm looking for that ass and dem jeans, shaped like a eight walk real mean, high class and always on the scene, cats ask her why she always looking mean.
Behind closed doors its a different thing, she get it from her momma i aint mad not me, not me
I can only show you these two things, clap clap, skeet skeet, now beat.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Nasty(Who?) Nasty girl(Me?) I dont mean to sturr(Boy what chu' looking at?)me i'd be at my hotel suite and maybe we can take it thurr?(Thats Right).
Nasty(Who?) Nasty girl(Me?) I dont mean to sturr(Boy what chu' looking at?)me i'd be at my hotel suite and maybe we can take it thurr?(Thats Right).

[Voice:]
This has a been a Colli-Park Slaughterlot presentation,

and we out.

Hahahaha.

Let Me Luv U lyrics - Chingy

Yea...Let me
This that Pro Player Music
Right hurr man
For the playas dirty
Let me
You aint even gotta say nothing to a girl
You aint even gotta approach her
She just gonna give it to ya
This aint for you rookies though
Aim for your best
Get it

[Chorus: Girl]
You can get this lovin
Its nothing
I think I got the something you wanting
So when you leave the club and
Come on in
Private party’s jumpin over here
Come on in, come on in, til morning
Come on in,
Come on in,
Come on in, til morning
Come on in

I bumped in to this chick
Light skin and 5’6”
Thick as a brick
Nice stomach with some wide hips
Approached her like what’s good baby?
You seem hood baby
Maybe we could hook up oh yea we should baby
She asked my name
I laugh and flash my chain
I can’t stop staring
Damn she got ass and thangs
We can forget about the club and go to crib
The finer things in life, that’s how I live
I told her think about it, take a second, then tell me
She said aint nothing to think about (ha ha)
Ya smell me
She got close and...
And almost overdosed
I stays fly ya know ya know

[Chorus: Girl]
You can get this lovin
Its nothing
I think I got the something you wanting
So when you leave the club and
Come on in
Private party’s jumpin over here
Come on in, come on in, til morning
Come on in,
Come on in,
Come on in, til morning
Come on in

[Chingy:]
We on the way to my house
Know what Im thinking about
Pop some Jodecy in
That’ll get her wet, no doubt
Look like you been needing a friend
To please, ya heard me
With that gangsta love, girl come ride with a G
Rolled up some of that sticky
Since she like to smoke
Did a 100 to the pad, had to stash the toast
Pulled into the driveway
Hopped out and opened the door
Ya’ll might think that’s weak
But all the real playas know
Got inside, said she’s cold
So I turned the heat on
Persian rug on the floor
To wipe ya feet on
And in 15 minutes, head boss gonna get beat on
She aint got no man,
Aint got no woman,
Who there to cheat on?
Can I get it?

[Chorus: Girl]
You can get this lovin
Its nothing
I think I got the something you wanting
So when you leave the club and
Come on in
Private party’s jumpin over here
Come on in, come on in, til morning
Come on in,
Come on in,
Come on in, til morning
Come on in

(This is how it went down...)

[Chingy:]
We in my bedroom
She ask, can I take a shower
Hell yea, there go the soap, lotion and baby powder
She got undressed in front of me
She must been reading my mind
Glad I aint buying
This something you'd want to see
Instantly, I snuck in
Then she told me, get in
I grabbed to glasses and a bottle of that Seagrams Gin
So we got in the Jacuzzi
Cause its more relaxing
Call me Mr. Miyabi
Cause that ass I'm gonna be waxing
She got a little tipsy
Then started feeling on me
Then start feeling on herself
Yep, its going down homey
Next thing I know,
She went down...I got blessed
Then she got on top and let it drop
You know the rest

[Chorus x2: Girl]
You can get this lovin
Its nothing
I think I got the something you wanting
So when you leave the club and
Come on in
Private party's jumpin over here
Come on in, come on in, til morning
Come on in,
Come on in,
Come on in, til morning
Come on in

Let's Ride lyrics - Chingy

[Fatman Scoop:]
What U Say When U Drunk In The Club (Hood Up)
And U Deep In The Club Let Me Know
(Hood Up)
Show Me Where U From If Ya City's #1
(Hood Up Hood Up Hood Up....)

[Chingy:]
Lets Ride
Then I Drop The Top
You Know Ching A Ling Gon' Make It Hot
Let's Ride
Girl I Got It Locked
Shut The Club Down When I Hit The Spot

Ain't No Secret Im Doin It Baby
If I Like What I See Im Pursuin It Maybe
But A Nasty Attitude That Could Ruin It Lady
If Its All Gravy Hop In And (Lets Ride)
And We Can Cruise A Lil Bit
Wild Out And Act Like Fools A Lil Bit
My Whip Aint Old Girl This That New Shit
2006 Ya Hear

Let's Ride

What U Gigglin For?
Twist That Thing And Wiggle It More
A Couple Big Faces What U Jiggle It For
Now Close My Door Hold On

[Chorus]

I Know U Like The ?? On The Floor Dont Ya
Strip Tease Yeah I Know You Will Won't Ya
Other Chicks Mad Cuz Chingy Flaunt Ya
And Ya Know I'm On Ya
If Ya Ready Then (Lets Ride)
?? To This
Heard In The Club If They Move To This
Get Ya Party On And Groove To This
Ay This That Shit Come On Girl (Lets Ride)
Ya Friends Can Come Too
Tell Em' Bout A Player That Rep The Lou
Yeah I Be Here Yup Thats My Crew
Now What Yall Wanna Do
Hood Up

[Chorus]

Err'body Come And Ride With Me
Grab A Glass Pull Some Drink And Blaze Up Them Trees

[Fatman Scoop:]
Work Ya Body
Twist Ya Body
Work Ya Body
Twist Ya Body
Stickshift (Work Ma)
Stickshift (Work Ma)
Stickshift (Work Ma)
Stickshift (Work Ma)
Work Ya Body
Twist Ya Body
Work Ya Body
Twist Ya Body
Stickshift (Work Ma)
Stickshift (Work Ma)
Stickshift (Work Ma)
Stickshift (Work Ma)

[Chorus]

Sit Down (On The Ground)
Sit Down (On The Ground)
Sit Down (On The Ground)
Sit Down (On The Ground)
Sit Down (On The Ground)
Sit Down (On The Ground)
Sit Down (On The Ground)
Get Low Now

"Powerballin'" (2004)




Haters 101 (Intro) lyrics - Chingy

Mannnn I Been Waiting On This Nigga And Waiting On This Nigga I Benn Waiting Since 2:00 Now It's 6:00 And He Still Not Here Is That That Nigga Yea That's That Nigga Ay Nigga Can I Get Out The Caryea Shit Yea I Just Came From My Baby Mama Brother Cousin House Wat Her Mama Was Cooking We Was Eating Oh I Can Can Understand Oh Snap Guess Who I Seen Over Thurr Who That Nigga Chingy And Them Get It Boys He Was Over Thurr Flossing Off At The Talking Bout How He Getting It And How He Had The First Spinners

Give Em Some Mo lyrics - Chingy

[Intro]
Its your boy chingy
Representin the king
G.I.B. git it boys
Stop hatin' derrty
And maybe you can get some in your life playa

[chorus]
Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo)
Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.)
If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up)
But then right before i finish (get up)
They say give me some mo

[verse 1]
Uhu
4 point 6, dodge in the dits
Trunck full of brick, enought to build a house
To give cat a fix, grand barry six
I gave it to my bitch, but thats how it goes
When a playa rich,
On the mound i pitch,
Call me mr. quick,
In a fast lick
(skert, skert)
Whips,
Flyin past grams
Derrty i'm the man
That ya don't understand
Back in hand
If the club wit me
Pop a bottle wit me
Niggaz got a problem
Tell'em come get me
The git it boys hurr
And you know
We from that 314,

[chorus]
Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo)
Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.)
If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up)
But then right before i finish (get up)
They say give me some mo

See some cats don't understand
How i got this and i got that
Derrty i laid back
Handle my business
Don't bother nobody, don't be hatin and backstabin unlike you fake ass niggaz do

[verse 2]
Damn boy wounder
A C3 hummer
Got for the summer
You won't want my number
Don't need that skeka
More friends niether
Tramps want a dollar
Thats why i holla
Young donald trump
Back on this grizzle
Kick in it wit banner
Down in mississippi
Man i'm world wide
Carryin a 4.5.
Doin this for life
Am i a pro
Right
49 hundred
Biggest street reppers
Waters think they hot
Bout as hot as peppers
Better in my basement
For you funky hoes
Chingy ain't gettin it
Trick gon buy some clothes

[chorus]
Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo)
Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.)
If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up)
But then right before i finish (get up)
They say give me some mo

Haha
Here i come man and ya probely sick of me
I'm in your face all the time when you be sittin at home
??
G.I.B.

[Verse 3]
Screw Bill gates
Chain and face
Name in place
In case of anger face
Bing in the scoop
Scale with the doop
A bell with a coke
Therd by the loab
Off in my loaf
Yall rappers think ya'll hard
I know ya'll soft
Its chingy
Ya'll hoes act for me
So i'm gone give it to'em
Like ron jeromey
Mo clarony
Don't slide up
Big cowerd behind me
In da rolls ride up
The sides so rough
Its st. louis
Fussed up grades
Im bout to run for the ciminal of state

[chorus]
Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo)
Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.)
If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up)
But then right before i finish (get up)
They say give me some mo

Fall'N lyrics - Chingy (feat. G.I.B.)

[Intro:]
Fall-N
Fall-N
Pussy nigga [x3]
Pussy niggas [x3]

[Chorus:]
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)

[Verse One:]
Retaliation is a must
I'm keep'in the gutter broad
Anybody talk'in stuff – yeah I'm runnin up on ya
Banger (?) keep it by my side
Honey stacks don't fold right (wtf?)
Cause I got them streets tied – pimp'in like I'm roll'in right
Yeah your walk'in on the corner better get my money right
Cause I know your feet hurt / How you gonna stay by my side?
If you ain't gett'in it / I'm about to roll you right
Like a dodgy blunt (ho) – pick'in thrown off the side

[Chorus:]
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)

(whoo – oo – oo)

[Verse Two:]
Do'in it like Donald Trump
I'm send'in this one to the women with body
And all my hustla's with the grill front
Thats got check / But it ain't gonna last for four months
Bought a chain – that's some cardy-? of grain (get it main)
Don't stunt / Get wit my beats in the four blunts-?
Leave with your cunt
Heads up – must of broke one
Yeah it's official now (… official now) / Blow your whistle now (… whistle now)
I got a rifle to tell 'em blow your whistle now-?
When I'm chill'in (when I'm chill'in) / Half fill'in (half fill'in)
Real good watch'in flat screens on the ceil'in
Big wheel'in (big wheel'in) / Quarter melon (quarter melon)
Three hundred c – plus tar-? spill'in ? (bitch!)

[Chorus:]
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)

[Verse Three:]
But it depends (… it depends) / On how I feel (… how I feel)
And how you been in the past either your fake or your real
I don't deal / With whole niggas
Cuz whole niggas they / Hamper-? Dre like they're bigger than they really are
Ride'in in my fast car like Tracy Chapmen
I'm simply rapp'in
Given the world pure satisfaction
If action is what you like to do
Then play your role
Cause I'm tired of niggas com'in in my life (play 'em whole.-?)

[Chorus x1]

Balla Baby lyrics - Chingy

[Intro:]
You know the definition... of a Balla
That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y
Lemme explain it to you though

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scarred I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

[Verse 1:]
Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty)
I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me)
And ya Prada lookin flashy
Errthang on ya mind jus ask me
I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit
Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh)
Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag
Both sittin on chrome Mags
Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy?
All I need is one night, just to hit it boy
After the club we can take it to a five star telly
Get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly
What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly
Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready
For a episode you prolly won't come - back from
Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from?

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

[Verse 2:]
G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up)
The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.)
From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou
Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels
We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin'
We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin'
All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay)
And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play)
Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay)
Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day)
Lettin' rounds off in em like a A.K.
You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay?
Whatchu say?

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

[Verse 3:]
I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian
Japanese, chinese, or even asian
It don't matta what color on this occasian
Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin
Instead of GOD it's me these girls praisin'.
Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn.
5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in.
I'mma pimp... I'mma keep on playin'.
You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night)
I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe)
Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight)
Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr,
You betta getcha mind right cuz...

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

Jackpot The Pimp Pt. 2 (Skit) lyrics - Chingy

Hey, whats goin' on y'all?
Its your main man, Jackpot The Pimp once again.
Did you miss me? Hope not.
I've just been pan-handling makin' these hoes walk backwards to the track to get my stacks or get smacked and my pimpin',
HELL YEAH, 24/7, 3 hundred 65 days outta a yurr, I am, Baby.
But check this out, I talk to my main man, Snoop Dogg, the other day.
He told me to make a bi*** pay like she weigh.
Hoe, you made the bench you gotta line in.
Matter of a fact, bi***, dine-in.
You see you all this gator skin on me, hoe.
Fur on my rolls royce, flow.
Take ya shoes off before you get in hurr, bi***.
Say what? Pimp, I got the juice.
And the flock of hoes im bout to let it loose on your strip.
Wurrs my cash, Trick?
Get My Grib.
Nigga, quit watchin' Superfly so much
and quit copyin the mat.
I really do gotta Cadillac with a wheel
on the back that say 'Hoe Slayer'.
Hang up your game coat, nigga, and bow down to a REAL Playa

Leave Wit Me lyrics - Chingy (feat. R Kelly)

Baby don't you wanna leave this V.I.P and finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room keys sex, red bull, velvi we be like the...[15x's]

[Verse 1 (Chingy)]
I pulled on the lot and then I fell up in the spot St. Louis hat cocked tryna
Find something hot drink in my hand hundreds in my pocket I don't care (care) if he's your man
Understand I'm your profit it's 2:39 we should leave by 3 we can stroll around or go get something to eat
outside I gotta fly drop you hungry round your girls up and we all can go to IHOP you probably think
I'm tryna cut maybe you're right you don't do one night stands well baby tonight I gotta presidential
Suite at the Ritz everything with me ain't that a shhh...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 (Chingy)]
you're acting like you don't hear me come hear me quit faking and take a puff of this green
From Jamaica just bought a new yacht with 4 rooms and a bar no you're not that use to being around a
Hood star but papa told me good girls always go bad so if I touch right thurr ain't no need to
Get mad I could take you from the crib to paradise most of my chicks I like me thick plus naughty
And nice the way you sweep me off my feet you should be a broom the way you smell you should have your
Own perfume so knock knock who's thurr jackpot the pimp ?? do it tickle when I lick
your neck better get you wet looking at your sexy ass make wanna write a check

[Chorus]

[Bridge (R Kelly)]
Now hold on the way you pit it on me now hold on I love the way you shake it now hold
On you drop it then you pick it up now hold on girl you got me saying what the

[Chorus out]

I Do lyrics - Chingy

Chingy track stars (how many rides you got Dirty?)
Well I got a caprice on 24’s
I got a range rover with spinners
I got a impala with beat lets go

[Chorus:]
I do ride Bentleys and coupes
but I don’t give away all my new trick
for a silly tramp I won't I won't
Ride less 20 inches I don’t but I do

Kno this might be a single when
I walk my chains on so they might jingle when she
Give me brain zone aint a hater bo wurr my crew so
Famous and cant go no where in the Lou u name from
Mall to the gas station them people be waitin
To see me hop in something hatin on them dudes
Through skatin (errrrt) runnin it like walter Payton
And tell u im so blatin fuck em the paper im savin
In my bank account is amazing I ratin my self on
Twenties and takin my self on twenties
And doin this show for twenty and holla
At tit and twenties and about money
I gots to make and stack a couple hundred
Mill and take myself a break.

[Chorus:]
I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don’t give away
All my new trick for a silly tramp I won't I won't
Ride less 20 inches I don’t but I do [x2]
Yo peace to Ence locked up

I gotta sell it that caprice in my yard and lou it
Dropped top graphics man its hard custom
Made interior dirty it the shit ratin spiners spokes 24’s
On it yep yep got a TV in the sterrin wheel like luda and if u
Run up on me look dirty ill shoot ya tip one on my customized
Pates slidin a lot of bottles don’t never some fake I bout to hit Lillian just
Past Claxton if and where the piece that’s better than
Toni braxton hater rite to whip a few them folk the
Teams bump I got them three amps and woofers in my trunk yea I kno
U money hungry hoes wanna roll trick u kno I ride nuttin less than them dubs.

[Chorus:]
I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don’t give away
All my new trick for a silly tramp I won't I won't
Ride less 20 inches I don’t but I do [x2]
Get down
But I don’t
Break it down trick for a silly tramp I won't I won't
Ride less 20 inches I don’t but I do

300 hemi looking good
Range sittin on them thangs looking good
100 pounds around my neck looking good
Cowards tryin to run
Up I wish u would
I roll with nuttin but ballers on 26’s
With them chrome less rims get on the truck
Get them heffers hypnotized quick
Candy color paint makin them chicks faint.
In theres bras on my truck every time im steppin into my whip
O.G. boo’s we risk money makin u fools sick us slingin
There my dirtsy flingin some hoes bricks I don’t give a
Damn if u don’t give a damn im ma stunt im gunna
Gloss till coward kno who I am cars, clothes, money, ice,
Straps, clips, hoes, dykes,
Magnums, freaks, house, pikes, 1.5 life

[Chorus:]
I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don’t give away
All my new trick for a silly tramp I won't I won't
Ride less 20 inches I don’t but I do [x2]

Don't Worry lyrics - Chingy (feat. Janet Jackson)

Heh What’s up? You ain’t been talking to me for a couple of days, but its all good. I just wanted to let you know that I
know I do some things that’s wrong, you do some things that wrong, you know what I’m saying? We ain’t perfect, we all make
mistakes, na na hold on I’m talking to you don’t just be trying to leave and stuff like that I’m talking to you, I’m
trying to make things better for me and you

[Chorus-Janet Jackson]
Just me and you, oooo chingy, don’t matter what we go through
Just me and you, we don’t need no body else,
Just me and you, oooo chingy, I’ma always be down for you
Just me and you, so don’t worry bout a damn thing

[Verse 1-Chingy]
Now that we together girl the lights so bright, it took a lil time but now the feelings so right, remember when I snuck
thru your window at night, bring you flowers and candy, me and you sipping on brandy, plus I appreciate the love on sight,
huggin’ me holdin’ me fixed dinner so polite, even when these trippin pigs weas tryin to sue me forget about friends and
family you the one that knew me. The way you smile at me keep me feelin alright, this ain’t about fur, fancy cars or ice
so I’m dedicating this to my female friend, sincerely yours words cant express my feelings within

[Chorus Repeat]

[Verse 2-Chingy]
We human so we gunna fight and fuss at each other, he told me you trippin’ but girl don’t worry bout my brother we have a
argument it drive me to go out, you my flesh so me and another woman wont bout it, I’m thinking bout the times when you
flew to my house, don’t I give you everything you want this man aint a mouse. Am I cheatin’ hell naw hope you got no
doubts, rose peddles in the tub baby unbutton that blouse better yet come on you hungry lets eat at Mr. Chows. know you
love me when you mad, you don’t get loud, so I’m dedicating this to my female friend, sincerely yours words cant express
my feelings within

[Chorus Repeat]

[Verse-Chingy]
I like you style, your grace, your beautiful face, your essences. Your size, your shape this beautiful place of blessin,
your weight, your waist, your delicious taste perfection, your height, your sight, with my life as your protection. So
sweet like candy, lets raise a family in Miami where the beach so sandy toast to campaign glasses you ami, your scent like
the smell fresh air of a leaf and for you I go over my budget no I ain’t cheep can stop grinding till I get er record to
the top just know that your on my mind er second on the clock tick-tock, if you ever need help scream and I’ll come
running for my life to trade it in for your dreams

[Chorus Repeat]

All The Way To St. Lou lyrics - Chingy (feat. David Banner, Nate Dogg)

[Verse One]
[Chingy]

Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross
Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss
Got alot on my plate breakfast,lunch and dinner
Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i'm a winner
On my block it's lil kids pulling pistol's
In Iraq it's innocent kids dying from missoles
That's why i'm back and taking the title from those before me
Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory
I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop
But I'm ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots
To my cousin thats lock
come back soon tome rest in peace to my rilla roc
I'm a affilated hustler so keep ya talk to a minnium
Hate on me first class to ya grave i'm sending em
Give me the rock and i'ma run it back
To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack
where you at.

[Nate Dogg]
[Hook]

Back one more again it's Nate Dogg
One day I might stop but not now
My game to damn strong to be stopped
Got hoes every place that i stop
Got beef tell you what I'm gon do
Call up David Banner and demoish ya crew
[David Banner]
Man them laws looking for me man
[Nate Dogg]
Rob to Mississippi All The Way To St.Lou

[Verse Two]

Stressing bout to take 4 blunts to the head
Making a revoulution listening to dead prez
He say, She say i don't curr what they said
Number 1 hustler said equpt with the bread
IRS tripping so fuck the FEDS
Taking shit to these devils cut off my legs
Lord don't let em put me in my death bed
For my son,nieces and newphens life I plede
Sit drinking yak till my eyes get red
Pass me a clip I'm a magnum to the lead
I hope society will let my love spread
Cause my lil cousin steadily thugging before they go I'm dead.

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
[G.I.B.]

we take no shit from No nigga that's flossin

26's lyrics - Chingy (feat. Lil' Wayne)

[hook]
Yall ride 18's we ride 26's
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches

Yall ride 18's we ride 26's
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches

[verse 1 - chingy]
Im the wrong balla to flex with
Diamond stud earings and neckless
And my truck on 26's driving reckless
Got a pound yep and on my way to texas
yep im on there trowing up my set shit
Spinnas with the color trim ho's breathless
Paint shinning brite like morning breakfast
Once i slide up in the party pull the best bitch
Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant
Run game on a trick like check this
She seen the atm recipt and got wet with shit
She in a lexus told her park her whip
270 im bout to exit
I can bet a grip she work her hands and lips
Like a porno star who cares if her man a trip
I can handle it its so scandelous

[hook 2X]

[verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
I got them thing conpocky on a rubberband skinny
I pull up laughing at another man 20's (ha)
Yep the yunger man i run the dam city
I gotta pocket fulla hundreds fifty's rubberband 20's
Peep the shoes these is huge
Im probably on the service road nigga speeding in cruise
I bleed and bruise of reaching fools
So dont reach
u aint talking bout money then dont speak
Dont preach church don wan taught me that
The bitches had me gone but the money brought me back
Im seeing crome and i do them runs flat
President tent front back
Man i wish them old b p's come back but i roll on em
Hundrend spoke big d's tripple gold homie
No homie my rims aint twizzles
But dont get it twisted them is 26's

[hook 2X]

[verse 3 - chingy]
Vroom vroom hear me start it up
Let the louis vuitton interior soak plus
With the red piping
got 2 ho's diking
Dirty try to jack me yes i'll bust
Got cars and trucks
All type of stuff
And a h3t if that aint enough
Bout to hit the park with a 12 pack getting drunk
Hataz breaking they neck cause they know whats up
Im posted up with 4 toasters bra
Test me faget if u think im a joke to ya
All my cats ride big in the lou u know
Should be against the law the way i floss sew me ho
B-a-l-l-a me
Giovanni keep these walls going crazy
Big baby im the same g
Add another tre to that 23 cuz

[hook 2X]

We Clubbin' lyrics - Chingy

[Chingy]
Yeah, G.I.B.
Get it boys

[Chorus]
I don’t know what y’all about to do
But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin’
Quit complainin’ yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin’
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin’ fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin’
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin’.

[Chingy]
It’s a mess up with these fake ballers in their place
People comin’ out cause they heard I’m comin’ back like Mase,
Big body Benz plenty space, Hundred dollar big face
Watch her lick our waist, when we clubbin’
Get it girls got it locked
Get it boys in the spot
Take it off you gettin’ hot, cause we clubbin’
In my pocket got ‘em not
Representin’ Slot-A-Lot
Dirty you can get shot, when we clubbin’
Abrah Kadabrah then I appear in the back
Throwin’ it up with all the high rollers that pop crack
My lemon has studs no they not that
You paid fifty homie go and get your money back

[Chorus]
I don’t know what y’all about to do
But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin’
Quit complainin’ yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin’
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin’ fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin’
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin’.

[Chingy]
Rich Money got a bottle and he waitin’ to trip (g.i.b.)
Ol’ G posted with a blunt to his lip
Valdez on the floor two-steppin’ with his
Boozie already out thurr startin’ some shit
Get it Boy gang, S.T.L. set
Phantom car keys, leather Gucci vest
V.I.P. then somethin’ to eat
She leavin’ with me then hotel suite
Play it like a G, pimpin’ man I got to be
Five Million really aint a lot to me
Maybe pop your pee (?)
And move your F.O.’s and drop your knee
And put wurr I can see, cuz we clubbin’

[Chorus]
I don’t know what y’all about to do
But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin’
Quit complainin’ yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin’
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin’ fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin’
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin’.

[Chingy]
Headed to the next stop in my Rage Rover
Police pull me over, though they can’t stop me from clubbin’
Man you know I’m swervin’ wild
See your boy not sober
But I got it I’m a soldier and I’m still clubbin’
50 cars followin’ us
10 chicks swallowin’ us
Four five hallows bust (?) when we clubbin’
A big dog not a mutt
Keep starin’ hater what
I’m about to get this locked up, fuck, we clubbin’
Put your money wurr your mouth
West cost to the East, Mid-West to the South, out, they clubbin’
26’s on the hummer
Errday like it’s summer
Wait tripper take a number I’m still clubbin’

[Chorus]
I don’t know what y’all about to do
But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin’
Quit complainin’ yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin’
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin’ fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin’
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin’.

[Chingy]
Yeah, yeah
Keep clubbin’
Whoa, whoa
Keep clubbin’
Uh-huh, uh-huh
We clubbin’
Yes, yes
We clubbin’

We Do lyrics - Chingy (feat. Bun B)

I Do Ride Bently's And Coupes. But I Dont Give Away All My Looks Trip Over A Silly Tramp I Dont Ride Less Than Twenty Inches I Wont.

But I Do Know This May Be A Single When I Walk My Chains On So It My Jingle If She Give Me Brainzz On.
The Haters Know Were My Crew So Famous That I Cant Go No Wherin Tha Lou You Name It The Mall The Gas Station Dem People
Be Waiting To See Me Hop In Sumin Hating All The Dudes To Skating,
Runnin It Like Walter Paton Until U Fuked It Its So Blatent Fuk The Paper Im Savin My Bank Acount Is Amazin.
Im Ratin My Self A 20 Im Takin My Self On 20's Im Doin This Show For 20 Then Holla At Me This 20 About Money
I Gots Ta Make Stack Up A Couple Hundred Mill Then Take My Ass A Break.

[Chorus X2]

I Gotta 75 Caprice In My Yard! A Loui Drop Top Raff Kicks Man Its Hard! Custom Made Interior Dirrty Its The
Shit Ratin Spins N Spokes 24s On It. Yep Gotta Tv And Steerin Wheels Like Luda N If U Run Up On Me Look Dirrty
Ill Shoot Ya
G.I.B 1 On My Customized Plates Slide Alot Bottles Dont Never Come Fake.. Im About To Hit Lillian Just Past
Clackston Wippin With A Peice Thats Better Than Tony Brackston Haters Or Right Im With My Few And Team Bumps
I Got The 3 Amps And The Woofers In My Trunk Yeyah I No U Money Hungry Hoes Wanna Roll With Trick U No I Ride
Nothin Less Than Them Dubs.

[Chorus X2]

Wurr Da Git It Gurlz At lyrics - Chingy

Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhh
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhh
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhh
Yeah yeah yeah

Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
You know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at

Pop that thing
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing
Wurr da git it gurlz at
U know tha game girl
Wurr da git it gurlz at

Im a git it boy so you know i need a git it gurl
Its tha nigga m gang im gonna put it in your world
Sooth me gurl so why dont you pop that thang
And if a hater wanna trip yeah i shot that thang

She into nail pumps
Ho's duck when she jump
Dont need a push up bra her titties already plump
See me in the 300 in my musump leanin'
It starts with me take a look wrist how it how beamin

You a git it girl, baby
I know ur fire, cuz u made me do a 180
Now come around and twist the crown to the sound lady
Its super man like my nickname was Slim Shady
From the twist u just gave me

Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
You know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at

Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
U know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at

She accessive look at her extra manziem
Dem other niggas trippin'
Im gonna bring her right to her knees
She chose me im a don call me don call lee on
Im a pimp nigga im gonna bring a bitch to my bone

Shake it gurl
Either move it or lose it
Im still rated R
Thats why i gotta problem with choosin
Come to tha room or me and pooke gonn' be brusin
Cuz ya know im blessed with what they call exclusive

Get it boiz or you'll be dieing fo' sho'
We be rawlin ijamine got me stallin
Ching a ling he post it up
Wanted booze he got a cup
And tha ladies they on tha couches
Which they know they want a cunt treat

Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
You know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at

Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
U know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at

Me verse you
Thats no contest
Your girl chose soon as we stepped on deck
Cuz im a mission request
In a position to check
Anybody think that they can tenden with us

Somebody tell her that i bang cock
See baby i make the bed rock
U know the name money slang but these langs not
Take a picture her frame hot
When she pass by man the game stop

Figure eight her shape
Toes showin out tha heels
Yep I got a few hundred lemme see u post skills
When Im in Atlanta, magic city the spot
I tripped three thousand that aint nottin once you see what i got

Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
U know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at

Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
U know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at

Bring Da Beef lyrics - Chingy (feat. G.I.B.)

[Chorus:]
Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me)
All my people see (y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me ('cause our hood is on it)
[repeat]

[Verse 1:]
I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild
Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style
Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes
Make money with my partners as I murder my foes
In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper
Its G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper
[?] will chop his fingers with an axe
These trick-ass cowards should be wearin tampax
What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story
Man I'm knockin cowards off of my riders before me
Lay it down muthafucka and quit bumpin your gums,
Aint no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs

[chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Police say G.I.B. is a game
But we hooded up doin our family thing
Straight up hang and swang in the city of ?
Increasin my change to an impeccable range
That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach
Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release
Whether East or West, I envision a check
That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey
So where's my prey 'cause it's possible for me to be poppin today
I'll keep rockin the ? in the home of your place
Bet you won't wanna stay
Keep the chrome in your face
Betta watch what you say, hey

[chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I'm ?
Disturbin the streets
Money's my mission but the way I live aint no guarantees
Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities
Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat
But I don't play when it comes to my meat
Like the ? brothers, leave 'em layin between the sheets
See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat
If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat

[chorus]

[Verse 4:]
I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin
And for that player-hatin testin, you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson
'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times
Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time
We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot
Plenty G's plus a silly G to get your ass-knot
Ridin in a minivan, contraband in my hand
Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan
I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer
OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers
From the WMPG, Northside ? street
Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas

[chorus x2]

Outro lyrics - Chingy

[Chingy:]
Yeah, what up with it ya'll(powerballin')
We come to the end of the powerballin' album
I hope you liked it and enjoy it (you know)
I'm representing the Git It Boyz
This your boy Chingy
And matter of fact,
I wanna shout out everybody who had something to do with this album
The Features of the album
Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, David Banner, The Git It Boyz, Boozie, The O.G.
Risk Money One and I also wanna thank Ms. Janet Jackson , you dig?
aight aight
You know what I'm saying?
And look, I wanna thank the whole St. Louis for supporting they boy to stand on from day 1
I gotta shout out all the sides, the northside, the westside, the eastside, southside you know
good fellow
Grand, King's Highway, Natural Bridge
All the sides of St. Louis dirty
You know I'm representing the STL
And I also wanna thank
Capitol Record, you know what I'm saying
For holding it down from the first album to the second album Powerballin'
Everybody that had something to do with this album
Capitol Record I appreciate it
I also wanna say I got love
I wanna thank DTP, its good
What's up Ludacris
Yes, and I also wanna say
you know, my record company slot-a-lot
we bout to be dropping alot u dig?
The Git It Boyz, Boozie, Risk Money O.G. 1
And on and on and on and on
But I also wanna thank all the radio station world-wide
For supporting they boys,ranning their voice, feeling they boys, giving your boys a rotation, Yea
And I also wanna thank all the stores
Ma impala stores, retails store
all that for holding it down
selling the c.d.s its good, yes
your boy Chingy,
GIt It Boyz, Got the third album coming out real soon
You gon' know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh, you know how we do it dirty
STL thats right thats right
I wanna thank all my loving nieces
u dig? I wanna thank the nephews
u understand what i'm saying
i wanna thank my son, my cute baby
thats right, u dig?
and i also wanna thank my mama, my daddy,
my grandmama, my granddaddy, rest in peace
and i wanna dedicate this album to my cousin locked up
Cojack ,Capon, Rag, Ron
Sweatin' all my people in da cell thats holding it down
and also my people thats resting in peace
Tommy Von, Roc, My grandpa Jack, nails, slim, the gang of people dirty
thats how we do this
i dedicate this to anyone that was locked up
powerballin, i hope u like the album,hope u got the album and appreciate the album u dig?
but be on the lookout cause the GIt It Boyz c.d.s coming
much love , STL, GIB,(powerballing)

Balla Baby (Remix) lyrics - Chingy (feat. Lil' Flip, Boozie of the G.I.B.)

Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state,
City to city, ballers ballers. Let's do this, dirty.
Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling.
You know how I do it: representing St. Louis.
Put your hands up, put your hands up.

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 1 - Chingy]

I got the pots up in the kitchen,
I'm just a baller pitching-in my division.
Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing
My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening.

So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing.
The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing.
Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the pistons.

Baby if you listening, I'm a' tour so much,
Folks say I'm missing, gettin'.
This baller s-k-in', I be running around with it, spitting it.

The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here,
I wish you would in here, We smoke good in here.

Moving through your hood shining,
Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds,
Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming-
I get 50 thou' for an in-store signing, cause I'm a

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip]

It ain't nuthing to a boss,
That's why I spent three hundred on a cross!
Pink and yellow, that's the combination.
I know a skinny rapper out here player hating.

Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume,
I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee?
Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock,
But I still get respect on my own block.

Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back,
Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback.
I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman.
But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man.

Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain,
So even when I'm not around, they promote the name.
I'm Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till I'm gone.
I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb,
A baller, baby!

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 3 - Boozie]

That's me, that's right, I've got a Bentley for sure,
A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more.

I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores.
I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room.

I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore.
On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores.

Said I'm on another level that you can't afford:
Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more.

That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more,
Cause my price at work sure be on soar.

That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores,
'cause I won't settle for nothing less than more.

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

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