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
[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]
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’
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]
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
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]
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)
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?
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?
Don't Really Care lyrics - Chingy
Yes(Get It Boyz)Its Ya Boy Chingy Once Again(Chingaling)Represtentin That Stl,You Kno Wut Im Sayin,Trackstarz,Got To Adresse These Issues Wit These Ol Fake Ass Niggaz And Bitches Dirty Yo
[Chorus: x2]
I Dont Really Care If Yall Niggaz Hate Me(Go Head)'cause Im Out Herr Hustlin Gettin Mine Baby,I Guess Dats Why I Carry Dat 380,Hot Shellz Off Tha Platta If You Eva Play Me
[Verse 1:]
Im Tha Same Cat Tho Some Of Yall
Changed Before 106 And Park I Was Stuck
In Tha Grane See These Record Labels And
Exzits Got Me Insane,Mo Money Mo,Now
Watch How My Money Grow, And All
These Wack Rappaz I Gorge Em Real
Slow,Yea I Slung Blow,Hung On Tha
Fo,Cocked 44's And Kicked Down
Dooz,Robbed Liquor Stoze,Threw My
Bowz,Dealt Wit Cats Who Put Shit In They
Noze,At Tha Age 8 I Wuz Ridin In A
Rolls,Bitches Stay Mad,'cause I Aint Tha
Dad,Of They Child,But Bitch Look Herr Dat
1 And Park Wild
[Chorus: x2]
I Dont Really Care If Yall Niggaz Hate Me (Go Head)'cause Im Out Herr Hustil Gettin Mine Baby,I Guess Dats Why I Carry Dat 380,Hot Shellz Off Tha Platta If You Eva Play Me
[Verse 2:]
All I Do Is Listen To Headphones And Get
On Airplanes,One Album Made Me Rich I
Know It Aint A Ferr Game(Nuh Uh), I Aint
Got No Sperr Change,Me And My Cats
Your Thang(4's Up),Ya Twinz Get On Ya
Kneez Tell Me Whats On Your Brain,We
Hop In Tha Range,Wit Them Rimz Dat
Move,Im A Mechanic Couse I Keep Them
Handy Man Toolz,Hommie I Cant Lose I
Choose To Crush Crewz(Crush Em)Come At
Me Sidewayz Get Yo,Peanut Bruised,All I
Eva Wanted Was A House On The Hillz,But
How I End Up Wit 4 Carz, 4 Braudz And 4
Mill(Thats Right)
[Chorus: x2]
I Dont Really Care If Yall Niggaz Hate Me(Go Head)'cause Im Out Herr Hustlin Gettin Mine Baby, I Guess Dats Why I Carry Dat 380,Hot Shellz Off Tha Platta If You Play Me
[Verse 3:]
I Gotta Few Friendz,I Gotta Few
Endz,Enough To Buy Dat Blue Benz Wit
Alot Of Blue Trim,Yes Some New
Rimz,Spreewellz Do Spin,Berry Blue Ginn
Mixed Wit Cherr Coke Hynn,I Passed Tha
Dope Men,The Crack House Juss Got
Broke In,Us They Provokin,Leave Pistols
Smokin,They Choze Me To Play Tha Game
Herr Go My Token,No Bring No Men,Come
To My Show Then,See Dont Cha Head Be
Open From Tha Lead Im Throwin U Gon Die
From Chockin Wit Slow Wind,Im Doin This
One Herr, On The Strenth Of Yo Sins,If Ya
Talk Shit,Hommie Check Dis No Win,The
Irs Gotta Tab And I Owe Them,My
Peeps,Hand Out To So Now I Got No
Friendz, Tha Streets Tellin Em Watch It And
I Aint Jokin,For My Son To Have A Future
Dats What In Hopin..Soo
[Chorus: x4]
I Dont Really Care If Yall Niggaz Hate Me(Go Head) 'cause Im Out Herr Hustlin Gettin Mine Baby,I Guess Dats Why I Carry Dat 380,Hot Shellz Off Tha Platta If You Eva Play Me
[Chorus: x2]
I Dont Really Care If Yall Niggaz Hate Me(Go Head)'cause Im Out Herr Hustlin Gettin Mine Baby,I Guess Dats Why I Carry Dat 380,Hot Shellz Off Tha Platta If You Eva Play Me
[Verse 1:]
Im Tha Same Cat Tho Some Of Yall
Changed Before 106 And Park I Was Stuck
In Tha Grane See These Record Labels And
Exzits Got Me Insane,Mo Money Mo,Now
Watch How My Money Grow, And All
These Wack Rappaz I Gorge Em Real
Slow,Yea I Slung Blow,Hung On Tha
Fo,Cocked 44's And Kicked Down
Dooz,Robbed Liquor Stoze,Threw My
Bowz,Dealt Wit Cats Who Put Shit In They
Noze,At Tha Age 8 I Wuz Ridin In A
Rolls,Bitches Stay Mad,'cause I Aint Tha
Dad,Of They Child,But Bitch Look Herr Dat
1 And Park Wild
[Chorus: x2]
I Dont Really Care If Yall Niggaz Hate Me (Go Head)'cause Im Out Herr Hustil Gettin Mine Baby,I Guess Dats Why I Carry Dat 380,Hot Shellz Off Tha Platta If You Eva Play Me
[Verse 2:]
All I Do Is Listen To Headphones And Get
On Airplanes,One Album Made Me Rich I
Know It Aint A Ferr Game(Nuh Uh), I Aint
Got No Sperr Change,Me And My Cats
Your Thang(4's Up),Ya Twinz Get On Ya
Kneez Tell Me Whats On Your Brain,We
Hop In Tha Range,Wit Them Rimz Dat
Move,Im A Mechanic Couse I Keep Them
Handy Man Toolz,Hommie I Cant Lose I
Choose To Crush Crewz(Crush Em)Come At
Me Sidewayz Get Yo,Peanut Bruised,All I
Eva Wanted Was A House On The Hillz,But
How I End Up Wit 4 Carz, 4 Braudz And 4
Mill(Thats Right)
[Chorus: x2]
I Dont Really Care If Yall Niggaz Hate Me(Go Head)'cause Im Out Herr Hustlin Gettin Mine Baby, I Guess Dats Why I Carry Dat 380,Hot Shellz Off Tha Platta If You Play Me
[Verse 3:]
I Gotta Few Friendz,I Gotta Few
Endz,Enough To Buy Dat Blue Benz Wit
Alot Of Blue Trim,Yes Some New
Rimz,Spreewellz Do Spin,Berry Blue Ginn
Mixed Wit Cherr Coke Hynn,I Passed Tha
Dope Men,The Crack House Juss Got
Broke In,Us They Provokin,Leave Pistols
Smokin,They Choze Me To Play Tha Game
Herr Go My Token,No Bring No Men,Come
To My Show Then,See Dont Cha Head Be
Open From Tha Lead Im Throwin U Gon Die
From Chockin Wit Slow Wind,Im Doin This
One Herr, On The Strenth Of Yo Sins,If Ya
Talk Shit,Hommie Check Dis No Win,The
Irs Gotta Tab And I Owe Them,My
Peeps,Hand Out To So Now I Got No
Friendz, Tha Streets Tellin Em Watch It And
I Aint Jokin,For My Son To Have A Future
Dats What In Hopin..Soo
[Chorus: x4]
I Dont Really Care If Yall Niggaz Hate Me(Go Head) 'cause Im Out Herr Hustlin Gettin Mine Baby,I Guess Dats Why I Carry Dat 380,Hot Shellz Off Tha Platta If You Eva Play Me
"Jackpot" (2003)
- He's Herre lyrics - Chingy
- Represent lyrics - Chingy (feat. I-20, Tity-Boi)
- Right Thurr lyrics - Chingy
- Jackpot the Pimp (Skit) lyrics - Chingy
- Wurrs My Cash lyrics - Chingy
- Chingy Jackpot lyrics - chingy
- Sample Dat Ass lyrics - Chingy (feat. Murphy Lee)
- One Call Away lyrics - Chingy (feat. Jason Weaver)
- Gettin' It lyrics - Chingy
- Holidae In lyrics - Chingy (feat. Ludacris and Snoop Dogg)
- Juice lyrics - Chingy
- Fuck Dat Nigga (Skit) lyrics - Chingy
- Madd @ Me lyrics - Chingy
- Bagg Up lyrics - Chingy
- Right Thurr (Remix) lyrics - Chingy (feat. Trina, Jermaine Dupri)
He's Herre lyrics - Chingy
Uh...Uh...Uh..He's here...He's Here...He's Here
He..is..here..is he..really?
[Chorus]
Don't be scurred now
Got it made now
Come to lay it down
He..is..here
Don't be scurred now
Got it made now
Just pray to God I don't get you
[Verse 1 - Chingy]
Back slap that ass
Clap that ass
Dropping body bags
Glocks and mags
Four blocks you fast
Talk your trash (Drop you fast)
Never jock a cat
I will blast
Shot is stacked
Rock your hair
Watch my mirror
Stocking caps so I watch my style
Cock and grab
Open up shop and draft
Quarter bags all of that
Water lasts shorter halves
Have ya comin back cause I'm fourth of stash
Extort the hash
Extort the wrath
Cope the past
Brought my mags
Sort my cash on the docks
Flock a hop
Keep it in a proper spot
Adopt a cop
Rob a spot
A lot of ice a cop or not
Drop a pot
Slide a lot
Jackpot a lot
Already got a lot of wine, but not in my ride, I'll stop
[Chorus - 2X]
We..are..dangerous
He'll mangle us
Who playing with us?
And saying this stuff?
And fuck with gangs and stuff?
I aim to bust
You straight up tough
No thanks to us
We're famous, duh
A game I love
To train my sluts
To give brains and cuss
Learn pain and plus
Get tricks to claim the bust
Think they nuts
Slurp them up
Hook or work them up
Wake them up, break them up
Taking crust shake them up
Make it stuck in your twat
Hit the streets, bend the blocks
Sin or not, hit the daily spot
Gin or scotch, top notch
On my roster
Mobster eating pasta
Chop her in the closer, crack her like a lobster
Have my ho to rob you
Then dodge you
Any ho need work? I got a job for you
Go see the supplier
Make like you a buyer
Then buy slut, trick these fake playas
Often what they say, you'll buy em up messiah
Wait and bring it back to my empire
Chingy keep these heffers on the strip and on fire
Try her
[Chorus - 4X]
He..is..here..is he..really?
[Chorus]
Don't be scurred now
Got it made now
Come to lay it down
He..is..here
Don't be scurred now
Got it made now
Just pray to God I don't get you
[Verse 1 - Chingy]
Back slap that ass
Clap that ass
Dropping body bags
Glocks and mags
Four blocks you fast
Talk your trash (Drop you fast)
Never jock a cat
I will blast
Shot is stacked
Rock your hair
Watch my mirror
Stocking caps so I watch my style
Cock and grab
Open up shop and draft
Quarter bags all of that
Water lasts shorter halves
Have ya comin back cause I'm fourth of stash
Extort the hash
Extort the wrath
Cope the past
Brought my mags
Sort my cash on the docks
Flock a hop
Keep it in a proper spot
Adopt a cop
Rob a spot
A lot of ice a cop or not
Drop a pot
Slide a lot
Jackpot a lot
Already got a lot of wine, but not in my ride, I'll stop
[Chorus - 2X]
We..are..dangerous
He'll mangle us
Who playing with us?
And saying this stuff?
And fuck with gangs and stuff?
I aim to bust
You straight up tough
No thanks to us
We're famous, duh
A game I love
To train my sluts
To give brains and cuss
Learn pain and plus
Get tricks to claim the bust
Think they nuts
Slurp them up
Hook or work them up
Wake them up, break them up
Taking crust shake them up
Make it stuck in your twat
Hit the streets, bend the blocks
Sin or not, hit the daily spot
Gin or scotch, top notch
On my roster
Mobster eating pasta
Chop her in the closer, crack her like a lobster
Have my ho to rob you
Then dodge you
Any ho need work? I got a job for you
Go see the supplier
Make like you a buyer
Then buy slut, trick these fake playas
Often what they say, you'll buy em up messiah
Wait and bring it back to my empire
Chingy keep these heffers on the strip and on fire
Try her
[Chorus - 4X]
Represent lyrics - Chingy (feat. I-20, Tity-Boi)
[Hook: Chingy]
Throw yo hood up if you representin
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
[Verse 1: Chingy]
Gangsta as a Cadillac DeVille wit fo's
This for all my thundercats that feel my flow
To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya o's
Catch a bellin down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho
In ya top piece, suburb mart, ya not street
I know fools from Wilson that'll whack ya, ya got beef
Used to go to Skate King back when bangin was in
And if the fiends aint have 20, we would slang it for 10
Drankin' the gin, posted on the corners at night
Sparkin pound while my homies in the street, slapped right
Ride bikes, patrolin' the hood, keepin' out cops
Regals and drops, reppin' cuz beak in my block
Wild like rocks, my mentality got from my pops
And saints, bustin back in '90 hope you got from the shots
Put it down for the town and I gang wit us
St. Louis did it derty, throw yo hood up did you know we from the.
[Hook: Chingy]
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
[Verse 2: Tity-Boi]
Tity-Boi, Southside
Bad limp, fo' 5's on the hip
Don't know why I'm known to slip when I get high
One time but no more, won't sleep until the mornin'
Somebody need to take the trash out and I'ma do the chores
Softer than a cactus, put it on like actors
Hustle in the shadows on the bricks and they couldn't catch us
Gat still tucked, in my waist by my price time
Cuz my chain hang so low my tongue bang wit my pipe line
Walk around, all day wit this beam like it's night time
You can see em a mile away, but it'll touch ya from blind side
Flipped it, first to finsih to the car, that's a nice ride
Dig it, they spin they puchase round here they get kite high
Deal it, it's my description, my picture, my composure plot
This is how I get through 2 d's, niggaz!
My side we ride my crew's, iller, iller!
[Hook: Chingy]
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
[Verse 3: I-20]
Who done bust through the vapon yeah I'm hopin' to fight
Start a brawl, I'll shut that bitch down on openin' night
Let's fate, pull the bitches titties start on them dipes
Cause we leavin' wit some hoes and yeah we startin' wit dykes
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand if you holdin' that bank
I got the game on lock, you barely a holdin' tank
Get drunk, get to shootin bust the whole club out
Us thugs out, I'm tryin' to dumb out, 'til I get drunk out
That's just the way I am, don't look down on me
My gun's a open bar, free rounds on me
And I'm an eastside nigga so I aint no punk
I make the crowd get it crunk and do the eastside stomp
Young Chingy let em know, that the deal is a fool
And I'm a carpenter's dream, I'm in love wit the tools
Lay low when the heat bust, off in the airr
DTP, Cris squad and we runnin' this herre, it go
[Hook: Chingy]
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
Throw yo hood up if you representin
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
[Verse 1: Chingy]
Gangsta as a Cadillac DeVille wit fo's
This for all my thundercats that feel my flow
To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya o's
Catch a bellin down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho
In ya top piece, suburb mart, ya not street
I know fools from Wilson that'll whack ya, ya got beef
Used to go to Skate King back when bangin was in
And if the fiends aint have 20, we would slang it for 10
Drankin' the gin, posted on the corners at night
Sparkin pound while my homies in the street, slapped right
Ride bikes, patrolin' the hood, keepin' out cops
Regals and drops, reppin' cuz beak in my block
Wild like rocks, my mentality got from my pops
And saints, bustin back in '90 hope you got from the shots
Put it down for the town and I gang wit us
St. Louis did it derty, throw yo hood up did you know we from the.
[Hook: Chingy]
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
[Verse 2: Tity-Boi]
Tity-Boi, Southside
Bad limp, fo' 5's on the hip
Don't know why I'm known to slip when I get high
One time but no more, won't sleep until the mornin'
Somebody need to take the trash out and I'ma do the chores
Softer than a cactus, put it on like actors
Hustle in the shadows on the bricks and they couldn't catch us
Gat still tucked, in my waist by my price time
Cuz my chain hang so low my tongue bang wit my pipe line
Walk around, all day wit this beam like it's night time
You can see em a mile away, but it'll touch ya from blind side
Flipped it, first to finsih to the car, that's a nice ride
Dig it, they spin they puchase round here they get kite high
Deal it, it's my description, my picture, my composure plot
This is how I get through 2 d's, niggaz!
My side we ride my crew's, iller, iller!
[Hook: Chingy]
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
[Verse 3: I-20]
Who done bust through the vapon yeah I'm hopin' to fight
Start a brawl, I'll shut that bitch down on openin' night
Let's fate, pull the bitches titties start on them dipes
Cause we leavin' wit some hoes and yeah we startin' wit dykes
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand if you holdin' that bank
I got the game on lock, you barely a holdin' tank
Get drunk, get to shootin bust the whole club out
Us thugs out, I'm tryin' to dumb out, 'til I get drunk out
That's just the way I am, don't look down on me
My gun's a open bar, free rounds on me
And I'm an eastside nigga so I aint no punk
I make the crowd get it crunk and do the eastside stomp
Young Chingy let em know, that the deal is a fool
And I'm a carpenter's dream, I'm in love wit the tools
Lay low when the heat bust, off in the airr
DTP, Cris squad and we runnin' this herre, it go
[Hook: Chingy]
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
Right Thurr lyrics - Chingy
Uh, hey dirty, (what?)
Look at that girl right there (oh)
She make me say
Ooh, ooh, (yeah) ooh, ooh, (hey) do what you do
[Chorus:]
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Switch your hips when you're walkin', let down you're hurr (let down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me stare
[Chingy]
I like the way you look in them pants, see ya fine (fine)
Lil momma a quarter piece, she far from a dime (dime)
The type of girl that'll getcha' up and go make you grind (grind)
I'm thinkin' about snatchin' her up, dirty, makin' her mine
Look at her hips, (what?) look at her legs, ain't she stacked? (stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind hittin' that from the back (back)
I like it when I touch it cuz she moan a l'il bit
Jeans saggin' so I can see her thong a l'il bit
I know you grown a little bit, twenty years old, you legal
Don't trip off my people, just hop in the regal
I swooped on her like an eagle swoopin' down on its prey
I know you popular, but you gon' be famous today
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Chingy]
She be shoppin' in Frontenac
Just look at her front and back
Man she so stacked and she know that I want that
Her man, he's so whacked girl can i taste yo cat
Gave her three hundred to strip, like buyin' a throwback
She stay in the club,(club) I can be seein' she got it honest
In real life, girl remind me of Pocahontas
She be at events, (yeah) so I'm impressed when she pass (yeah)
All the high rollin' cats wanna pay for that ass
Ain't no half steppin', (steppin') she strapped wit a nice weapon (weapon)
Trick, it's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen her dirty, your mouth gon' drop
Worldwide fools probably tell you this off tops
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Chingy]
I like the way she doin' that (c'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)
I like the way she doin' that (c'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)
[Chingy]
Gimme what you got for a pork chop (uh)
She threw it at me like I was a short-stop (uh)
Workin' in a Fatty Girl Halter Top
Then she back it up on me and let it drop (drop)
Make it hop (boing) like a bunny (bunny)
Girl can I touch you where it's sunny
Her appearance will make you give her some money
She should pose for Sports Illustrated
It's like a picture perfect site
When she pass all the other girls hate it
(But I...)
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (Track stars)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (Chingy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do
Look at that girl right there (oh)
She make me say
Ooh, ooh, (yeah) ooh, ooh, (hey) do what you do
[Chorus:]
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Switch your hips when you're walkin', let down you're hurr (let down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me stare
[Chingy]
I like the way you look in them pants, see ya fine (fine)
Lil momma a quarter piece, she far from a dime (dime)
The type of girl that'll getcha' up and go make you grind (grind)
I'm thinkin' about snatchin' her up, dirty, makin' her mine
Look at her hips, (what?) look at her legs, ain't she stacked? (stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind hittin' that from the back (back)
I like it when I touch it cuz she moan a l'il bit
Jeans saggin' so I can see her thong a l'il bit
I know you grown a little bit, twenty years old, you legal
Don't trip off my people, just hop in the regal
I swooped on her like an eagle swoopin' down on its prey
I know you popular, but you gon' be famous today
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Chingy]
She be shoppin' in Frontenac
Just look at her front and back
Man she so stacked and she know that I want that
Her man, he's so whacked girl can i taste yo cat
Gave her three hundred to strip, like buyin' a throwback
She stay in the club,(club) I can be seein' she got it honest
In real life, girl remind me of Pocahontas
She be at events, (yeah) so I'm impressed when she pass (yeah)
All the high rollin' cats wanna pay for that ass
Ain't no half steppin', (steppin') she strapped wit a nice weapon (weapon)
Trick, it's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen her dirty, your mouth gon' drop
Worldwide fools probably tell you this off tops
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Chingy]
I like the way she doin' that (c'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)
I like the way she doin' that (c'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)
[Chingy]
Gimme what you got for a pork chop (uh)
She threw it at me like I was a short-stop (uh)
Workin' in a Fatty Girl Halter Top
Then she back it up on me and let it drop (drop)
Make it hop (boing) like a bunny (bunny)
Girl can I touch you where it's sunny
Her appearance will make you give her some money
She should pose for Sports Illustrated
It's like a picture perfect site
When she pass all the other girls hate it
(But I...)
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (Track stars)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (Chingy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do
Jackpot the Pimp (Skit) lyrics - Chingy
Hey wassup!
With the ladies and gentlemen this evenin'
Ya dig?
I'm Jackpot the Pimp steppin in fo a minute screamin at yall
Ya dig
The one that taught the mac how to mac
And the one that taught superfly how to flap his muthafukin wings
Yes in the flesh, its me Jackpot the muthfukin Pimp
I see some of you playas,
got cha hoes walkin around, and they movin to muthafukin slow
the bitch must got bricks on her muthafukin feet
Well check this out nigga
If you got a crease in ya muthafukin shoes, well ya walkin to much
and you aint no real pimp
man look
i got hoes who drive me around in the deville lac whit the muthafukin wheel on the back
and bitch im kickin my gators off
whit my feet on the mink mutha fukin rug
ya understand?
and ya got to understand this pimpin is real
ya dig
nigga i eat sleep and breath pussy muthafuka
fuck the stock market
im down whit the cock market
ya dig?
niggas talkin bout dis a drought
nigga it aint no drought
im bringin them hoes in
and im bringin them hoes out
bitch ya need to be all you can be
but this aint the U.S. Navy
Bitch this the U.S pay me
i got 22 bitches coast to coast bring me 10 cent a muthafukin week, lets do the math thats 10 G's times 52, thats over a
half a million dollars a year.
[slap-slap] BITCH 'CUM HERRE!!
With the ladies and gentlemen this evenin'
Ya dig?
I'm Jackpot the Pimp steppin in fo a minute screamin at yall
Ya dig
The one that taught the mac how to mac
And the one that taught superfly how to flap his muthafukin wings
Yes in the flesh, its me Jackpot the muthfukin Pimp
I see some of you playas,
got cha hoes walkin around, and they movin to muthafukin slow
the bitch must got bricks on her muthafukin feet
Well check this out nigga
If you got a crease in ya muthafukin shoes, well ya walkin to much
and you aint no real pimp
man look
i got hoes who drive me around in the deville lac whit the muthafukin wheel on the back
and bitch im kickin my gators off
whit my feet on the mink mutha fukin rug
ya understand?
and ya got to understand this pimpin is real
ya dig
nigga i eat sleep and breath pussy muthafuka
fuck the stock market
im down whit the cock market
ya dig?
niggas talkin bout dis a drought
nigga it aint no drought
im bringin them hoes in
and im bringin them hoes out
bitch ya need to be all you can be
but this aint the U.S. Navy
Bitch this the U.S pay me
i got 22 bitches coast to coast bring me 10 cent a muthafukin week, lets do the math thats 10 G's times 52, thats over a
half a million dollars a year.
[slap-slap] BITCH 'CUM HERRE!!
Wurrs My Cash lyrics - Chingy
[Chorus]
Ho, Wurrs My Cash?
( Got his money ho? )
You don't have it?
( You trippin' girl )
Am I gon' slap you? Uh huh
Sling that ass
( Sling it for a nigga girl )
What is this ma'?
( How much?)
Is that enough? Uh Uh
Know ya'll gon' ask
(Tell 'em the truth close to move)
I am a hustler?
( Get yours )
Am I pimpin'? Uh Huh
Ho move real fast
( Don't be slacking up )
You don't like yo' job. So!
Do I care ho ? Uh Uh
Sling that ass
[1st Verse]
I'm yo' hustler
( Dig it )
I'm yo' daddy
( Alright )
I'm that clean ? at a school caddy
( Yes )
I'm yo supplyer, (Uh Huh)
I'm yo' buyer ( Uh Huh )
I'm that tree in the forest that's on fire ( What Am I ? )
I'm yo' yong pimp' ( What else? ) baby yo' boss ( What else? )
I'm that candy red paint that shine and gloss ( Ya dig? )
I'm yo'supafly, ( Ya dig? )
Yo Black Ceaser ( alright now )
Girl you too shy to speak then take a breather
Can you dig this?
Lick when I piss ( Well Alright )
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse]
See that fur coat, that's for when it's cold
Break that white gold,plain gold, got old
Snake skin shoes, give yo' friends blues
Step out the car, sharp as a fucking auto too
Got tall girls, into small girls
Latin, Japanese, Black, Mexican all girls, willin to work for it, go in they purse for it,
Down wit' me even if they put in a herse for it
Got in the dirt for it
Call me papi and'll pull up they skirt for it
[Chorus]
People ask me why I'm like this
See my father and my uncles gave me this shit
Since I liked it got down and hiked it
That's why you catch me doing foursomes with dike chicks
They like my style, I like they mouth
Even gotta couple hookers workin' the south,and on the east my girls the best,in Cali got 10 out on sunset
Pimp of all pimps,young Don Bishop
Got life insurance,trick gon' I won't miss ya', on the sole of my gators she can kiss the (smooch) Bitch!
[Chorus]
Ho, Wurrs My Cash?
( Got his money ho? )
You don't have it?
( You trippin' girl )
Am I gon' slap you? Uh huh
Sling that ass
( Sling it for a nigga girl )
What is this ma'?
( How much?)
Is that enough? Uh Uh
Know ya'll gon' ask
(Tell 'em the truth close to move)
I am a hustler?
( Get yours )
Am I pimpin'? Uh Huh
Ho move real fast
( Don't be slacking up )
You don't like yo' job. So!
Do I care ho ? Uh Uh
Sling that ass
[1st Verse]
I'm yo' hustler
( Dig it )
I'm yo' daddy
( Alright )
I'm that clean ? at a school caddy
( Yes )
I'm yo supplyer, (Uh Huh)
I'm yo' buyer ( Uh Huh )
I'm that tree in the forest that's on fire ( What Am I ? )
I'm yo' yong pimp' ( What else? ) baby yo' boss ( What else? )
I'm that candy red paint that shine and gloss ( Ya dig? )
I'm yo'supafly, ( Ya dig? )
Yo Black Ceaser ( alright now )
Girl you too shy to speak then take a breather
Can you dig this?
Lick when I piss ( Well Alright )
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse]
See that fur coat, that's for when it's cold
Break that white gold,plain gold, got old
Snake skin shoes, give yo' friends blues
Step out the car, sharp as a fucking auto too
Got tall girls, into small girls
Latin, Japanese, Black, Mexican all girls, willin to work for it, go in they purse for it,
Down wit' me even if they put in a herse for it
Got in the dirt for it
Call me papi and'll pull up they skirt for it
[Chorus]
People ask me why I'm like this
See my father and my uncles gave me this shit
Since I liked it got down and hiked it
That's why you catch me doing foursomes with dike chicks
They like my style, I like they mouth
Even gotta couple hookers workin' the south,and on the east my girls the best,in Cali got 10 out on sunset
Pimp of all pimps,young Don Bishop
Got life insurance,trick gon' I won't miss ya', on the sole of my gators she can kiss the (smooch) Bitch!
[Chorus]
Chingy Jackpot lyrics - chingy
[Robotic voice]
This is another Trak Star production
[Record scratching]
[Chingy]
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh
Who am I?
[Hook 2X: Chingy + (Girl)]
[Chingy] What's up?
(Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno
(Is it because you've been smoking and drinking?)
Maybe so
(I've been thinking) huh?
(Maybe you come get me) and do what?
Wine me, dine me, take me home and eat me
Okay
[Record scratches at end of hook]
[Verse 1: Chingy]
Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot
Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop
Rag top on the jag drop, uh
Phat stop you know that's hot, huh
Mack spinnin wit the piece in my pocket
People hop out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw)
For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topic
Let the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I get
Once my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch it
Vokal, yeah I rock it
Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick
'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it
I threw the key to the city, since I locked it
Girl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quiz
I get multiple choice head, derty watch this
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 2: Chingy]
They tell me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rush
Errything I do is top secret, that's on the hush (shhhh)
Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women blush
From 314 to 617, gotta give it up
Treat my women like a structure, workers work the streets
Twerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feet
Hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night
Hearr the slots ring all night
But if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all night
We keep Atlanta throwin bows
And New Orleans, we got the thugs showin golds
Take it to New York, and party at Madison Squarre
We'll hit Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairr
No hatin on my part, let the ceremony start
Crowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the Arch
STL, where I dwell, Northside of the streets
They keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3: Chingy]
Uh, I got tired of being broke dogg (fa sho)
Ice Sleeve won't you pass me some smoke dogg
Can I come up without jealousy?
"You ain't gon make it", what they tellin me
So I showed them, it ain't that hard
Can't play me, cuz I ain't got a whole card
Got Lee way in my hometown (STL)
No mo' jokin cuz it's on now
Who gon' stop, me not a soul
Strap, in, now, let's, roll
Keep it, real, what-eva I do
Got's up Keith, comin from U
Squash that, mind ya own, beats
There's a new ching, in the streets
Watch ya step, or I'll ruin ya rep
Now let's "get it" like Puff and G-Dep
[Hook - 2X]
[Chingy]
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh
Who am I?
This is another Trak Star production
[Record scratching]
[Chingy]
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh
Who am I?
[Hook 2X: Chingy + (Girl)]
[Chingy] What's up?
(Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno
(Is it because you've been smoking and drinking?)
Maybe so
(I've been thinking) huh?
(Maybe you come get me) and do what?
Wine me, dine me, take me home and eat me
Okay
[Record scratches at end of hook]
[Verse 1: Chingy]
Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot
Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop
Rag top on the jag drop, uh
Phat stop you know that's hot, huh
Mack spinnin wit the piece in my pocket
People hop out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw)
For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topic
Let the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I get
Once my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch it
Vokal, yeah I rock it
Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick
'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it
I threw the key to the city, since I locked it
Girl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quiz
I get multiple choice head, derty watch this
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 2: Chingy]
They tell me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rush
Errything I do is top secret, that's on the hush (shhhh)
Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women blush
From 314 to 617, gotta give it up
Treat my women like a structure, workers work the streets
Twerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feet
Hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night
Hearr the slots ring all night
But if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all night
We keep Atlanta throwin bows
And New Orleans, we got the thugs showin golds
Take it to New York, and party at Madison Squarre
We'll hit Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairr
No hatin on my part, let the ceremony start
Crowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the Arch
STL, where I dwell, Northside of the streets
They keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3: Chingy]
Uh, I got tired of being broke dogg (fa sho)
Ice Sleeve won't you pass me some smoke dogg
Can I come up without jealousy?
"You ain't gon make it", what they tellin me
So I showed them, it ain't that hard
Can't play me, cuz I ain't got a whole card
Got Lee way in my hometown (STL)
No mo' jokin cuz it's on now
Who gon' stop, me not a soul
Strap, in, now, let's, roll
Keep it, real, what-eva I do
Got's up Keith, comin from U
Squash that, mind ya own, beats
There's a new ching, in the streets
Watch ya step, or I'll ruin ya rep
Now let's "get it" like Puff and G-Dep
[Hook - 2X]
[Chingy]
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh
Who am I?
Sample Dat Ass lyrics - Chingy (feat. Murphy Lee)
Chingy and Murph durph
Uh
[Chorus (2X)]
Ooo Ooo
Let me get a sample of that ass, Ooo Ooo
I ain't +Mystikal+ but girl, +Shake it Fast+, (Don't stop, get it, get it)
Ooo Ooo, You think I can come over and smash?
Ooo Ooo, Don't stop, get it get it (Do what you do)
[Chingy]
The club be packed, Hey, send me a bottle of that
It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, superfly, MAC
I'm in the back getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
This ain't a strip club, but she act like it
Ever seen her, bowling pins dawg, she stacked like it
Now I'm at the bar, chicks treating me like a star
In my face, asking questions, and can they ride in my car
I'm law, so authorities can't pin me for shit
Hey baby, see me and you, we can pack it up and split
Let's go, forget Motel 6, we can go to the Mariot
I see it in her eyes, man a girl getting very hot
I'm packing like a 357, so I keep magnums
Keep it real, cause you will never find out if you don't ask em, Is we tagging?
[Chorus]
[Murphy Lee]
If your ass is fat and you know it, clap your hands
Wearing those pants, I'll be damned if I miss my chance to advance
I'm in a tan, what's the name, I own some whatchamacallits
They keep spinning and spinning, hey man, What do you call it?
Got a 1-5 jersey, on the go with them wheels
Look at it wiggle wiggle, she say it's all in the heels
You a damn lie girl, I think it's all in the skills
And for real, I think you practicing on what pay the bills
You be confused man, I look picky as hell
Never trust a big butt, that smile like Ricky Bell
What the hell?, Murphy rather pay to get out of jail
Cause if she tell me to pay, somebody better pay my bail
Matta fact, I'ma pay myself, my own money
Mr. long money, even after I loan money
I own honey's mentals man, I'm in they mouth so much
God damn, I pay for dental plans, man
[Chorus]
[Chingy]
Get it, get it girl, it's your world, I'm a squirrel, (squirrel)
Searching for a nut, so more than scissors I cut, (cut)
You can be a slut (slut), hoochie lady, or housewife, (wife)
A real man gon' want to hit it, it's hanging out, right? (right)
Ladies don't get offended, when he tell you that you're thick, (you are)
And he wouldn't mind coming over about six
If you like the smooth, let him, you don't dig em? Don't sweat 'em
You want 'em? Play like your panties and t-shirt and let 'em wet 'em
[Murphy Lee]
Hey yo, my ladies come in +Dueces+ like +Staley+ and +McAllister+
Came up with the 'Tics, they help me not fall like banisters
Sammy Sosa's got traded for Ken Griffey's
And when we roll, the L's stay lit, like Missy
Plus I stay busy, like kids, I call it biz
And if it is what it is, I'm on your head like wigs
I'm a rapping Taye Diggs, I give the women they groove back
When it comes to the wood, I'm the best man to use that
[Chorus]
Chingy, Murph durph, uh uh
Let me get a sample of that ass
Murph durph and, Chingy, what they, say?, uh
Let me get a sample of that ass, S-T-L
St. Louis, north side
Uh
[Chorus (2X)]
Ooo Ooo
Let me get a sample of that ass, Ooo Ooo
I ain't +Mystikal+ but girl, +Shake it Fast+, (Don't stop, get it, get it)
Ooo Ooo, You think I can come over and smash?
Ooo Ooo, Don't stop, get it get it (Do what you do)
[Chingy]
The club be packed, Hey, send me a bottle of that
It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, superfly, MAC
I'm in the back getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
This ain't a strip club, but she act like it
Ever seen her, bowling pins dawg, she stacked like it
Now I'm at the bar, chicks treating me like a star
In my face, asking questions, and can they ride in my car
I'm law, so authorities can't pin me for shit
Hey baby, see me and you, we can pack it up and split
Let's go, forget Motel 6, we can go to the Mariot
I see it in her eyes, man a girl getting very hot
I'm packing like a 357, so I keep magnums
Keep it real, cause you will never find out if you don't ask em, Is we tagging?
[Chorus]
[Murphy Lee]
If your ass is fat and you know it, clap your hands
Wearing those pants, I'll be damned if I miss my chance to advance
I'm in a tan, what's the name, I own some whatchamacallits
They keep spinning and spinning, hey man, What do you call it?
Got a 1-5 jersey, on the go with them wheels
Look at it wiggle wiggle, she say it's all in the heels
You a damn lie girl, I think it's all in the skills
And for real, I think you practicing on what pay the bills
You be confused man, I look picky as hell
Never trust a big butt, that smile like Ricky Bell
What the hell?, Murphy rather pay to get out of jail
Cause if she tell me to pay, somebody better pay my bail
Matta fact, I'ma pay myself, my own money
Mr. long money, even after I loan money
I own honey's mentals man, I'm in they mouth so much
God damn, I pay for dental plans, man
[Chorus]
[Chingy]
Get it, get it girl, it's your world, I'm a squirrel, (squirrel)
Searching for a nut, so more than scissors I cut, (cut)
You can be a slut (slut), hoochie lady, or housewife, (wife)
A real man gon' want to hit it, it's hanging out, right? (right)
Ladies don't get offended, when he tell you that you're thick, (you are)
And he wouldn't mind coming over about six
If you like the smooth, let him, you don't dig em? Don't sweat 'em
You want 'em? Play like your panties and t-shirt and let 'em wet 'em
[Murphy Lee]
Hey yo, my ladies come in +Dueces+ like +Staley+ and +McAllister+
Came up with the 'Tics, they help me not fall like banisters
Sammy Sosa's got traded for Ken Griffey's
And when we roll, the L's stay lit, like Missy
Plus I stay busy, like kids, I call it biz
And if it is what it is, I'm on your head like wigs
I'm a rapping Taye Diggs, I give the women they groove back
When it comes to the wood, I'm the best man to use that
[Chorus]
Chingy, Murph durph, uh uh
Let me get a sample of that ass
Murph durph and, Chingy, what they, say?, uh
Let me get a sample of that ass, S-T-L
St. Louis, north side
One Call Away lyrics - Chingy (feat. Jason Weaver)
[J/Weav]
Ooh, yea yea
DTP, how we do
Call you and you can call me
Whatever you wanna do baby
[Chorus - J/Weav & (Chingy) x4:]
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my lady)
I'm only one call away
[Chingy]
It was weird how we met, huh
She was wit her mom in Bank America
I'm wit my son cashin the check
So I asked outta respect (uh)
Would she like to explore the world up high
We can fly in my jet
Her reply was "Yes, can I ask you somethin'?"
I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex
Then moved to the next (that ain't true) but it was something
about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets
We started off casual; walks through the park
Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinkin smart (smart)
Afraid she might think I'm in a rush
To touch, crush and be up, but baby I ain't on that stuff
Dropped her off and told her call me up, we can talk
Conversate about political subjects whatever's sparks
So I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rang
It was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn't do without ya"
Then I said. . .
[Chorus - J/Weav & (Chingy) x4:]
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
[Chingy]
The next day I'm with the fellas at the cage playing ball
Here she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wall
Now I'm showing out, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fast
Through the middle just to see her smile and giggle
Game over I approched her wit a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak"
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, please don't
Told her "I'm going home" she asked can she go too
I'm like "Yeah boo, I can't see me without you"
Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bed
With a see-through thong said I looked at her and said. . .
[Chorus - J/Weav & (Chingy) x4:]
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my lady)
I'm only one call away
[Chingy]
Girl recognize game, before game recognize you
You're dealin wit a player, true
Now whatchu wanna do?
We can kick it and go puff on a bluuunt
Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get druuunk
It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know
Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe
Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room
We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon
Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya
Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya
Some women like to play it foul (foul)
But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child)
Don't worry be happy and smile and. . .
[Chorus - J/Weav & (Chingy) x4:]
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
Ooh, yea yea
DTP, how we do
Call you and you can call me
Whatever you wanna do baby
[Chorus - J/Weav & (Chingy) x4:]
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my lady)
I'm only one call away
[Chingy]
It was weird how we met, huh
She was wit her mom in Bank America
I'm wit my son cashin the check
So I asked outta respect (uh)
Would she like to explore the world up high
We can fly in my jet
Her reply was "Yes, can I ask you somethin'?"
I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex
Then moved to the next (that ain't true) but it was something
about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets
We started off casual; walks through the park
Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinkin smart (smart)
Afraid she might think I'm in a rush
To touch, crush and be up, but baby I ain't on that stuff
Dropped her off and told her call me up, we can talk
Conversate about political subjects whatever's sparks
So I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rang
It was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn't do without ya"
Then I said. . .
[Chorus - J/Weav & (Chingy) x4:]
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
[Chingy]
The next day I'm with the fellas at the cage playing ball
Here she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wall
Now I'm showing out, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fast
Through the middle just to see her smile and giggle
Game over I approched her wit a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak"
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, please don't
Told her "I'm going home" she asked can she go too
I'm like "Yeah boo, I can't see me without you"
Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bed
With a see-through thong said I looked at her and said. . .
[Chorus - J/Weav & (Chingy) x4:]
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my lady)
I'm only one call away
[Chingy]
Girl recognize game, before game recognize you
You're dealin wit a player, true
Now whatchu wanna do?
We can kick it and go puff on a bluuunt
Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get druuunk
It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know
Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe
Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room
We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon
Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya
Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya
Some women like to play it foul (foul)
But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child)
Don't worry be happy and smile and. . .
[Chorus - J/Weav & (Chingy) x4:]
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
Gettin' It lyrics - Chingy
Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh....
Hope you know how to get it
Cause right here, we gon' get it, its like this...
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse One: Chingy]
I'm on top of my game
Droppin' the flame
My name, got me dodgin' the fame
Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne
Coppin' the range, plus them got it dropped on them thangs
Flossin's a shame, I'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin'
Then I'm throwing I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin'
Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won
Took some years, to get here, now Mama, look atcha' son
Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat
No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat
Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope
Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke
Cause I'm...
[Hook]
Gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it
[After every line in verse]
[Verse 2: Chingy (girl)]
Breakin' niggas wit the flow
Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So
Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo
Painted bracelet, can't you taste it
More powerful than the +Matrix+
Cats they get dropped from they label
I'm here now, now they in basics
Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy
Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery
To my ladies get it daily (hey Chingy) shit, I'll see you ladies
Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me
My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other [Tires screeching]
Now I got a Bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother
We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us
Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha (unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse 3: Chingy]
We gettin' in, the Lou
Twenty-twos, on old school
They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules
They gettin' it in Chicago, players holdin' it down
They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound
They gettin' it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it
They gettin' it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit
They gettin' it in Detroit, thuggin', ballin' and spendin' (Whoaa!)
They gettin' it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin'
They gettin' it in Caley High, rollin' and bangin'
They gettin' it in Atlanta, shorties watchin' me drankin'
They gettin' it in Las Vegas, ching-ching, hear them slots
They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' on they block (unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it
Hope you know how to get it
Cause right here, we gon' get it, its like this...
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse One: Chingy]
I'm on top of my game
Droppin' the flame
My name, got me dodgin' the fame
Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne
Coppin' the range, plus them got it dropped on them thangs
Flossin's a shame, I'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin'
Then I'm throwing I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin'
Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won
Took some years, to get here, now Mama, look atcha' son
Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat
No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat
Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope
Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke
Cause I'm...
[Hook]
Gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it
[After every line in verse]
[Verse 2: Chingy (girl)]
Breakin' niggas wit the flow
Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So
Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo
Painted bracelet, can't you taste it
More powerful than the +Matrix+
Cats they get dropped from they label
I'm here now, now they in basics
Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy
Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery
To my ladies get it daily (hey Chingy) shit, I'll see you ladies
Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me
My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other [Tires screeching]
Now I got a Bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother
We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us
Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha (unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse 3: Chingy]
We gettin' in, the Lou
Twenty-twos, on old school
They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules
They gettin' it in Chicago, players holdin' it down
They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound
They gettin' it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it
They gettin' it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit
They gettin' it in Detroit, thuggin', ballin' and spendin' (Whoaa!)
They gettin' it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin'
They gettin' it in Caley High, rollin' and bangin'
They gettin' it in Atlanta, shorties watchin' me drankin'
They gettin' it in Las Vegas, ching-ching, hear them slots
They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' on they block (unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it
Holidae In lyrics - Chingy (feat. Ludacris and Snoop Dogg)
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy
[Chorus: Snoop + (Girl)]
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
[Chorus: Chingy + (Girl)]
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
[Verse 1: Chingy]
Peeps call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor it's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 270 to Natural Bridge Road
I'm already blowed, get there I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning
To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit
[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]
[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk and acting silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about it, no footage as I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island
[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In
[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy
[Chorus: Snoop + (Girl)]
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
[Chorus: Chingy + (Girl)]
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
[Verse 1: Chingy]
Peeps call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor it's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 270 to Natural Bridge Road
I'm already blowed, get there I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning
To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit
[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]
[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk and acting silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about it, no footage as I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island
[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In
[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you
Juice lyrics - Chingy
[Chingy]
Whats up yall Chingy slot a lot in tha house,
We got Jackpot The Pimp in the back,
We came herre today to address a certain issue that all u young playas need to know about for real
[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
[Verse: Chingy]
U cant fool me hoe,
Wit that movie star role,
Take yo ass to the store,
Or get a job and blow,
Why should i love ya,
Why should i kiss ya,
Gang of cats banged ya,
Dats y i diss ya,
Imma paint a picture,
Didnt dem gang hit ya,
Now u want me to play suggar daddy off fit ya,
Crazy as a mental patient in a wheelchurr (a wheelchurr),
Take that weave out and go get some real hurr (some real hurr),
Lets play truth or durr (truth or durr),
Is it true that u gave head in tha phone booth,
Girl that shit aint cute but aw u dont curr,
When im out i see u shurr,
I dont wanna fuck i wanna get in them pockets reverse physiology aint too furr,
I claim hip,
My set ya strip,
I check my grip,
Trick, send out them lips and them hips,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
[Verse 2: Chingy]
Done wit that depressiments,
Young minded aggresive shit,
Cats seein to touch her clit,
Really dont know who u messin wit,
Yall this aint no sexual shit,
Un-disrepectful bitch,
Take a look at my neck-a-lace,
Betta then what u get up for breakfast,
U can let them passers hit,
Till u reach my measurements,
Neva dealt wit pressure pimp,
Advertizing dont neva simp,
Girls talk,
Doods do it,
I aint heard an impressive chick,
My lesson is neva sweat a chick,
Wit im wit first is like leadament,
Im a betta rich,
She betta then,
Girl lets freak then exit chick,
She like to be rubbed wit Paniten,
Talk what she like and get a answer,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
[Verse 3: Chingy]
They did us so many times i gotta do these hoes,
Quit lookin at me all funny i dont curr if u these hoes,
This how i view these hoes,
Came to chose these hoes,
Use these hoes for what they worth and lose these hoes,
They filled wit 2 peice hoes,
I know that u see O's,
In my check book and my net is usually froze,
I like groopie hoes,
Just come to me show,
Hit and run wit out child support,
Now sue me hoe cuz,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
[Repeat until song goes off]
Whats up yall Chingy slot a lot in tha house,
We got Jackpot The Pimp in the back,
We came herre today to address a certain issue that all u young playas need to know about for real
[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
[Verse: Chingy]
U cant fool me hoe,
Wit that movie star role,
Take yo ass to the store,
Or get a job and blow,
Why should i love ya,
Why should i kiss ya,
Gang of cats banged ya,
Dats y i diss ya,
Imma paint a picture,
Didnt dem gang hit ya,
Now u want me to play suggar daddy off fit ya,
Crazy as a mental patient in a wheelchurr (a wheelchurr),
Take that weave out and go get some real hurr (some real hurr),
Lets play truth or durr (truth or durr),
Is it true that u gave head in tha phone booth,
Girl that shit aint cute but aw u dont curr,
When im out i see u shurr,
I dont wanna fuck i wanna get in them pockets reverse physiology aint too furr,
I claim hip,
My set ya strip,
I check my grip,
Trick, send out them lips and them hips,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
[Verse 2: Chingy]
Done wit that depressiments,
Young minded aggresive shit,
Cats seein to touch her clit,
Really dont know who u messin wit,
Yall this aint no sexual shit,
Un-disrepectful bitch,
Take a look at my neck-a-lace,
Betta then what u get up for breakfast,
U can let them passers hit,
Till u reach my measurements,
Neva dealt wit pressure pimp,
Advertizing dont neva simp,
Girls talk,
Doods do it,
I aint heard an impressive chick,
My lesson is neva sweat a chick,
Wit im wit first is like leadament,
Im a betta rich,
She betta then,
Girl lets freak then exit chick,
She like to be rubbed wit Paniten,
Talk what she like and get a answer,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
[Verse 3: Chingy]
They did us so many times i gotta do these hoes,
Quit lookin at me all funny i dont curr if u these hoes,
This how i view these hoes,
Came to chose these hoes,
Use these hoes for what they worth and lose these hoes,
They filled wit 2 peice hoes,
I know that u see O's,
In my check book and my net is usually froze,
I like groopie hoes,
Just come to me show,
Hit and run wit out child support,
Now sue me hoe cuz,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
[Repeat until song goes off]
Fuck Dat Nigga (Skit) lyrics - Chingy
Man, My Momma Be Trippin Like A Mothafucka Man
(Man, U Gotta Get The Fuck Out The Crib)
I Know, Talkin Bout I'm 31 And Still Livin Wit Her
So?
I Know Niggaz Older Than That
I'm Still Gettin This Money Though
(This Mothafuckin Money. Nigga U Tell Her It Come Out Yo Pocket Nigga U Buy The Bread)
That's What Im Talkin Bout
I Brang Home The Groceries Shit(Yea Thats What Im Talkin Bout)
Wussup Nigga? Who Is That?(What The Fuck)
That Look Like That Nigga Lil' Howard
Oh Shit!
[Music: Throw Yo Hood Up If U Representin]
Wussup Nigga?
They Call U Chingy Now
(Ching,Ching) (Laughing)
Cost Lot A Lurr, Pop A Cop, Drop A Spurr
[Laughing]
Wuz Up Nigga? What's Crackin Though?
Yea Boy U Doin Yo Thang, Boy I See That Nigga All On Tv
[Laughin] Right Thurr
How U Been Nigga? (Yea) U Know Workin
Man(I See U All On Tv) Yea, Workin Man
I Know U Got A Job Fo Yo Nigga Though
(Yea, Wussup)Give Me Somethin Nigga
I Can Drive A Bus. Yea? Somethin
I Can Rap Fuck It (Yep) Ill Knock Out The Hoes
Spin Somethin [x2]
Check Me Out, Check Me Out
Nigga Hard Times (Uh Huh) Make Niggaz Like Me
Nigga Hard Times...
Man Shut That Shit Up
Well Anyway Nigga (Keep Yo Head Up Keep Writin)
We Goin To The Club Tonite U Want A Ride?
We Goin To The Spot Nigga, Goin To The Spot
(We Might Head Up Thurr) See Whats Crackin
Yea Nigga We... (We Might Slide Through) Wha.. What Chu Gon Do
We Might Slide Through. Aight Shit
We'll Just See Yall Niggaz Later Man Yall Niggaz Stay Up
Aight Man Keep Yo Head Up
[Leaving]
Yea Dog. Man
I Don't Trust Them Niggaz. Me Neither
Why He Got That Nigga Wit Him Fo?
Nigga Out Of Here... I Can Do That Nigga
Put Me On The Track. A Bop Wop A Doowop
Nigga What
We Could Rap (Nigga What)
Fo Real. I Could Rap Somethin
Rap My Hand Around This Block
Nigga, I Bet U Nigga (Whatever Nigga)
We Need To Catch That Nigga Sleepin We Gon Bling Bling Ya Know? (Hell Yea)
Fuck That Nigga
(Man, U Gotta Get The Fuck Out The Crib)
I Know, Talkin Bout I'm 31 And Still Livin Wit Her
So?
I Know Niggaz Older Than That
I'm Still Gettin This Money Though
(This Mothafuckin Money. Nigga U Tell Her It Come Out Yo Pocket Nigga U Buy The Bread)
That's What Im Talkin Bout
I Brang Home The Groceries Shit(Yea Thats What Im Talkin Bout)
Wussup Nigga? Who Is That?(What The Fuck)
That Look Like That Nigga Lil' Howard
Oh Shit!
[Music: Throw Yo Hood Up If U Representin]
Wussup Nigga?
They Call U Chingy Now
(Ching,Ching) (Laughing)
Cost Lot A Lurr, Pop A Cop, Drop A Spurr
[Laughing]
Wuz Up Nigga? What's Crackin Though?
Yea Boy U Doin Yo Thang, Boy I See That Nigga All On Tv
[Laughin] Right Thurr
How U Been Nigga? (Yea) U Know Workin
Man(I See U All On Tv) Yea, Workin Man
I Know U Got A Job Fo Yo Nigga Though
(Yea, Wussup)Give Me Somethin Nigga
I Can Drive A Bus. Yea? Somethin
I Can Rap Fuck It (Yep) Ill Knock Out The Hoes
Spin Somethin [x2]
Check Me Out, Check Me Out
Nigga Hard Times (Uh Huh) Make Niggaz Like Me
Nigga Hard Times...
Man Shut That Shit Up
Well Anyway Nigga (Keep Yo Head Up Keep Writin)
We Goin To The Club Tonite U Want A Ride?
We Goin To The Spot Nigga, Goin To The Spot
(We Might Head Up Thurr) See Whats Crackin
Yea Nigga We... (We Might Slide Through) Wha.. What Chu Gon Do
We Might Slide Through. Aight Shit
We'll Just See Yall Niggaz Later Man Yall Niggaz Stay Up
Aight Man Keep Yo Head Up
[Leaving]
Yea Dog. Man
I Don't Trust Them Niggaz. Me Neither
Why He Got That Nigga Wit Him Fo?
Nigga Out Of Here... I Can Do That Nigga
Put Me On The Track. A Bop Wop A Doowop
Nigga What
We Could Rap (Nigga What)
Fo Real. I Could Rap Somethin
Rap My Hand Around This Block
Nigga, I Bet U Nigga (Whatever Nigga)
We Need To Catch That Nigga Sleepin We Gon Bling Bling Ya Know? (Hell Yea)
Fuck That Nigga
Madd @ Me lyrics - Chingy
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan’s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don’t speak to the hatas (they mad at me)
House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me)
Stay G'd up sharp as a razor (they mad at me)
Guess they ain’t neva seen a playa (they mad at me)
My girl in Luis that and Fendi this (they mad at me)
[Verse 1]
Ain’t my fault, smooth
Can’t even ride down the street without somebody screamin
The woman love me and even the fellas be teamin
But see I hate male groupies, so jus steop the hell off
Look but don’t touch as I bail off, handle, wheel, and the clutch
I love what I’m doin ?? Support me and stop the hate
If I gave you 50 Gs to shut up you’d be straight
Sike, It won’t happen
Look hurr I ain’t jus rappin
I make it happen, like a captain, 2nd to none, I’m draftin
Holdin my own, I’m grown and do what I choose to
Ya like the blueberry Bentley
Though I ain’t hurr to amuse you
I got a safe in a place you will prolly never find it
Bein mad at me like bein mad at the game
I designed it
[Chorus]
Ay, look at the rims on that car (tire screech)
Uh, dubs rub the cizzurb
Got the drink and izzerb
Floatin thought the city, man I gottz leave the subizzurb
Man, with the tvs and the wood expand, front to back
Plus and that flat flask black max, in the trunk you pump
Never take what I earn
Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn
Catch me in the quarter ?? Wit the triple arm
Hoppin out G’d up, dangling my DTP charm
Gotta get in and I’m wit it, it’s a must
I talk it, you see that gold
If you want it, it’s a must
You walk it
Baby blue Benz, old school, 74 hoe next to the blue and grey Rolls wit the blue and grey doles
Yea
[Chorus]
Yo, national bridge I’m headin to
Uh, O’Fallon mark the spot
On Sunday Buck be heated
Cuz we peep 2s that’ll make you need to live or treat it
I hustle wit the raps like ounces of crack
Weigh it to my playa, sharp fools play it up
Never let a freak stroll, keep hoes on hold
Jus to talk to me, exciting like the Rams Superbowl
And I put that on goals if I don’t blow now I’ma repo this whole industry and its gon go down
W’sup wit it
See me glow in the dark
Catch me in the Northwest plaza buyin up the large
I paid my dues, don’t get mad, jus let me ball
When they see lil Howard they gon be like naaaawww
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan’s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don’t speak to the hatas (they mad at me)
House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me)
Stay G'd up sharp as a razor (they mad at me)
Guess they ain’t neva seen a playa (they mad at me)
My girl in Luis that and Fendi this (they mad at me)
[Verse 1]
Ain’t my fault, smooth
Can’t even ride down the street without somebody screamin
The woman love me and even the fellas be teamin
But see I hate male groupies, so jus steop the hell off
Look but don’t touch as I bail off, handle, wheel, and the clutch
I love what I’m doin ?? Support me and stop the hate
If I gave you 50 Gs to shut up you’d be straight
Sike, It won’t happen
Look hurr I ain’t jus rappin
I make it happen, like a captain, 2nd to none, I’m draftin
Holdin my own, I’m grown and do what I choose to
Ya like the blueberry Bentley
Though I ain’t hurr to amuse you
I got a safe in a place you will prolly never find it
Bein mad at me like bein mad at the game
I designed it
[Chorus]
Ay, look at the rims on that car (tire screech)
Uh, dubs rub the cizzurb
Got the drink and izzerb
Floatin thought the city, man I gottz leave the subizzurb
Man, with the tvs and the wood expand, front to back
Plus and that flat flask black max, in the trunk you pump
Never take what I earn
Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn
Catch me in the quarter ?? Wit the triple arm
Hoppin out G’d up, dangling my DTP charm
Gotta get in and I’m wit it, it’s a must
I talk it, you see that gold
If you want it, it’s a must
You walk it
Baby blue Benz, old school, 74 hoe next to the blue and grey Rolls wit the blue and grey doles
Yea
[Chorus]
Yo, national bridge I’m headin to
Uh, O’Fallon mark the spot
On Sunday Buck be heated
Cuz we peep 2s that’ll make you need to live or treat it
I hustle wit the raps like ounces of crack
Weigh it to my playa, sharp fools play it up
Never let a freak stroll, keep hoes on hold
Jus to talk to me, exciting like the Rams Superbowl
And I put that on goals if I don’t blow now I’ma repo this whole industry and its gon go down
W’sup wit it
See me glow in the dark
Catch me in the Northwest plaza buyin up the large
I paid my dues, don’t get mad, jus let me ball
When they see lil Howard they gon be like naaaawww
[Chorus]
Bagg Up lyrics - Chingy
(Bagg up) Bounce, bounce, bounce then (Bagg up) [repeat 2]
Straight playa baby
2 rides outside wit that old G-glide
I'm high but it's all gravy.
Snake skins, no Timberland boots, get loot, I'll shoot
If ya try to play me.
get clout when I'm out,
money what I'm all about
In a world that's so shady.
peak this, streakness,
never had a weakness, speak this
I do this daily.
Follow my whole set
Bottles of mo' wet, bet
Until they lay me
6 feet under dirt
I'm the one wit the word
Got hits but they try to spray me.
If I lack, keep strapped
it's a rap, gimme dat
You can roll wit me, yeah maybe.
Hey the streets is mine
Like mix tapes when that MC grind
Don't play crazy.
[chorus]
(Bagg up) Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
Bounce, bounce then (Bagg up)
My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'? Huh go on, then (Bagg up)
See that Coupe wit the maroon rag up
What? Huh? Then (Bagg up)
Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us, bagg up
Everybody talkin' cuz they say I'm on a roll
Touch was mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed.
Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold
Jackpot, I'm scorin' big around the globe.
You could be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold.
Go wit the flow, dro when it go
Sick, baby say she never drove a stick
Until she was on top of me, backseat of the 6.
It's, goin' down 'round these parts
Nobody liked me 'til I got the deal so don't start.
Is it different? Is it dope?
I don't know what you yappin' about
It's way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin' about.
Just Chingy baby.
[chorus]
How many MC's must get dissed
For hatin' on that MVP new draft pick?
Don't it look like 100 moons on my wrist?
I'm sorry I'm the glitter that yo girl seein' glist.
Man wit the big fish
I hit I don't miss
Sorta like Starks shootin' 3's for the Knicks.
Don't get me pissed
Ya take a big diss
It'll feel like ya fell off a tall cliff
I'm a bully like clip
I sank yo ship
6 apart from the clip if ya pop at the lip its, Chingy baby
[chorus]
(Bagg up) [repeat 3]
Straight playa baby
2 rides outside wit that old G-glide
I'm high but it's all gravy.
Snake skins, no Timberland boots, get loot, I'll shoot
If ya try to play me.
get clout when I'm out,
money what I'm all about
In a world that's so shady.
peak this, streakness,
never had a weakness, speak this
I do this daily.
Follow my whole set
Bottles of mo' wet, bet
Until they lay me
6 feet under dirt
I'm the one wit the word
Got hits but they try to spray me.
If I lack, keep strapped
it's a rap, gimme dat
You can roll wit me, yeah maybe.
Hey the streets is mine
Like mix tapes when that MC grind
Don't play crazy.
[chorus]
(Bagg up) Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
Bounce, bounce then (Bagg up)
My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'? Huh go on, then (Bagg up)
See that Coupe wit the maroon rag up
What? Huh? Then (Bagg up)
Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us, bagg up
Everybody talkin' cuz they say I'm on a roll
Touch was mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed.
Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold
Jackpot, I'm scorin' big around the globe.
You could be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold.
Go wit the flow, dro when it go
Sick, baby say she never drove a stick
Until she was on top of me, backseat of the 6.
It's, goin' down 'round these parts
Nobody liked me 'til I got the deal so don't start.
Is it different? Is it dope?
I don't know what you yappin' about
It's way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin' about.
Just Chingy baby.
[chorus]
How many MC's must get dissed
For hatin' on that MVP new draft pick?
Don't it look like 100 moons on my wrist?
I'm sorry I'm the glitter that yo girl seein' glist.
Man wit the big fish
I hit I don't miss
Sorta like Starks shootin' 3's for the Knicks.
Don't get me pissed
Ya take a big diss
It'll feel like ya fell off a tall cliff
I'm a bully like clip
I sank yo ship
6 apart from the clip if ya pop at the lip its, Chingy baby
[chorus]
(Bagg up) [repeat 3]
Right Thurr (Remix) lyrics - Chingy (feat. Trina, Jermaine Dupri)
Ah yall we gon get it right herr dis da remix
TrackStar (oh oh)
Disturbing Tha Peace So So Def Chingy J.D.
I like da way you do dat right thurr (right thurr)
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (let down ya hairr)
I like da way you do dat right thurr (right thurr)
Lick ya lips when ya talkin dat make me starre (make me starre)
Girl why you dat right thurr she so bad im costly getting calls from da
mayorrrr
I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo thurr currb
Her man defendin her like a lawyer so bewarre
So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty dat aint fairr
I wanna bet she got da Bomb like a tirre
wanna hit it though but I aint thinking bout marrrrage
I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr
Girl you know you looking good (good)
Ah don't I know you from da Hood (hood)
You say you wouldn't when you would (would)
Now take it off you know you should (should)
Now twist around cuz
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin dat make me starre
[Trina:]
Ms. Trina Make all da Ballas wanna Starr
Hoza-Notie Boots lined with da furr
Walk with a switch pull it ova make it twerk
I'ma Flirt till it hurt in a throwback skirt
Im dat bad bitch, foxy and Don Blaze
Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade keep ya watches and ya ring fa them otha girls
cuz imma rock strings and Chanel Pearls
Im back fo my crown fake bithes bow down dis da remix wat ya wanna do now
I know u like da way we do dis ova herrr get loose in da club like we just don't care
[Chorus 2X:]
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin dat make me starre
[Jermaine Dupri:]
Im from da city wherre they do dat right thurr da most
Outa Towners come around and straight over dose
Where da hips sing to ya and swing like BUMP BUMP BUMP
Like You Done walked into a B2k concert Mannn
Back out legs showin talkin like mann
who got da drink and where da party at tonight damn
Dats when they start dat backing it up on ya homie and
dats a feelin you just can't fight
Wee fired up off dat hypnotic and Hennessey she cant Keep her MotheerFuckin
hands off me
We both in da club high bouncing to da beat when she turn around this is wat
I told her
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin dat make me starre
TrackStar (oh oh)
Disturbing Tha Peace So So Def Chingy J.D.
I like da way you do dat right thurr (right thurr)
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (let down ya hairr)
I like da way you do dat right thurr (right thurr)
Lick ya lips when ya talkin dat make me starre (make me starre)
Girl why you dat right thurr she so bad im costly getting calls from da
mayorrrr
I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo thurr currb
Her man defendin her like a lawyer so bewarre
So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty dat aint fairr
I wanna bet she got da Bomb like a tirre
wanna hit it though but I aint thinking bout marrrrage
I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr
Girl you know you looking good (good)
Ah don't I know you from da Hood (hood)
You say you wouldn't when you would (would)
Now take it off you know you should (should)
Now twist around cuz
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin dat make me starre
[Trina:]
Ms. Trina Make all da Ballas wanna Starr
Hoza-Notie Boots lined with da furr
Walk with a switch pull it ova make it twerk
I'ma Flirt till it hurt in a throwback skirt
Im dat bad bitch, foxy and Don Blaze
Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade keep ya watches and ya ring fa them otha girls
cuz imma rock strings and Chanel Pearls
Im back fo my crown fake bithes bow down dis da remix wat ya wanna do now
I know u like da way we do dis ova herrr get loose in da club like we just don't care
[Chorus 2X:]
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin dat make me starre
[Jermaine Dupri:]
Im from da city wherre they do dat right thurr da most
Outa Towners come around and straight over dose
Where da hips sing to ya and swing like BUMP BUMP BUMP
Like You Done walked into a B2k concert Mannn
Back out legs showin talkin like mann
who got da drink and where da party at tonight damn
Dats when they start dat backing it up on ya homie and
dats a feelin you just can't fight
Wee fired up off dat hypnotic and Hennessey she cant Keep her MotheerFuckin
hands off me
We both in da club high bouncing to da beat when she turn around this is wat
I told her
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin dat make me starre
Down Thru Durr lyrics - Chingy
Uh uh bounce, yeah
Uh uh bounce, yeah
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
She's a 5 star chick
But I'm not Yo Gotti,
I ain't chingalingin'
I will take yo hottie,
I call her coca-cola
Just because of her body
I call her coca-cola
Just because of her body
.. ass like "whoa kemosabe"
.. ass like "whoa kemosabe"
She's a bobblehead
So I call the hoe Bobby
At the party I pulled up
In that Maserati
Nigga I'm the man,
Came to throw a grand
Quit jockin me hater
And do yo own dance
5'6" mommy right there my type tho
Trying to see if she can suck it out like lipo
Girl, your chance this it so call me Michael
Norman Bates, the pussy killin, I'm so psycho
Take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
I'm a take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
She's a bad bitch
But I'm not Lil Baby
Wanna get it poppin
We can take it the tellie
Check my country grammar bitch
But no I'm not Nellie
Check my country grammar bitch
But no I'm not Nellie
Yeah I keep that cheese baby
You can call me Yellie
Not Jeezy
But it ain't shit that you can tell me
Money that you sensing
So I know that you can smell me
Think that I'm the shit,
Hundred on my wrist
Ain't a cat in this club
That can do it like this
5'6" mommy right there my type tho
Trying to see if she can suck it out like lipo
Girl, your chance this it so call me Michael
Norman Bates, the pussy killin, I'm so psycho
Take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
I'm a take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
I will make her bed rock
But I'm not Young Money
When it comes to chicks
I got it wrapped like a mummy
Fresh thugs all day and night never bummy
Fresh thugs all day and night never bummy
Need your pipes fixed mama?
I can do the plumbing
Need your pipes fixed mama?
I can do the plumbing
Cats cuff they hoes
When they hear that I'm coming
Talk shit then I'll pull and they start runnin'
Yayuh I'm that dude
Always makin moves
At your girl. doubt me buster?
I ain't got shit to prove
5'6" mommy right there my type tho
Trying to see if she can suck it out like lipo
Girl, your chance this it so call me Michael
Norman Bates, the pussy killin, I'm so psycho
Take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
I'm a take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Uh uh bounce, yeah
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
She's a 5 star chick
But I'm not Yo Gotti,
I ain't chingalingin'
I will take yo hottie,
I call her coca-cola
Just because of her body
I call her coca-cola
Just because of her body
.. ass like "whoa kemosabe"
.. ass like "whoa kemosabe"
She's a bobblehead
So I call the hoe Bobby
At the party I pulled up
In that Maserati
Nigga I'm the man,
Came to throw a grand
Quit jockin me hater
And do yo own dance
5'6" mommy right there my type tho
Trying to see if she can suck it out like lipo
Girl, your chance this it so call me Michael
Norman Bates, the pussy killin, I'm so psycho
Take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
I'm a take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
She's a bad bitch
But I'm not Lil Baby
Wanna get it poppin
We can take it the tellie
Check my country grammar bitch
But no I'm not Nellie
Check my country grammar bitch
But no I'm not Nellie
Yeah I keep that cheese baby
You can call me Yellie
Not Jeezy
But it ain't shit that you can tell me
Money that you sensing
So I know that you can smell me
Think that I'm the shit,
Hundred on my wrist
Ain't a cat in this club
That can do it like this
5'6" mommy right there my type tho
Trying to see if she can suck it out like lipo
Girl, your chance this it so call me Michael
Norman Bates, the pussy killin, I'm so psycho
Take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
I'm a take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
I will make her bed rock
But I'm not Young Money
When it comes to chicks
I got it wrapped like a mummy
Fresh thugs all day and night never bummy
Fresh thugs all day and night never bummy
Need your pipes fixed mama?
I can do the plumbing
Need your pipes fixed mama?
I can do the plumbing
Cats cuff they hoes
When they hear that I'm coming
Talk shit then I'll pull and they start runnin'
Yayuh I'm that dude
Always makin moves
At your girl. doubt me buster?
I ain't got shit to prove
5'6" mommy right there my type tho
Trying to see if she can suck it out like lipo
Girl, your chance this it so call me Michael
Norman Bates, the pussy killin, I'm so psycho
Take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
I'm a take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
I Like lyrics - Chingy (feat. Lloyd)
[Chorus: Lloyd]
I, I love the colorful clothes you wear
And the way the sunlight plays upon your hair
I hear the sound of a gentle rain
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
[Chingy Talkin']
What's up lil mama
You know I been peepin you out right
You look good
I'm just tryn to get to know ya
It ain't like that
Why don't you come round
Give me your number
We can talk later on
You down with that?
[Verse 1:]
In the hood where I met ya
See I didn't wanna sweat ya
Though I knew I had to catch ya
Determined that's why I met ya
My homies on you too
So they say I can't get ya
Yeh I know I can cause them fools too disrespectful
Your swags stay on point, you pass by me I gotta check ya
Just tryna chat lil mama no need to give you a lecture
Maybe happiness wake up in the morning with bed & breakfast
With rose petals no pressure attached with a love letter (ya dig?)
I keep ya blushing bout the walk off so I guess
Heard this once before but them lames I don't stand next to
Just see the signs from god
I could be the one to bless ya
Turn your life around (yeah)
I'm different from all the rest of them fools who run game just to get in your frame
I'm the type of guy who give it to you good say your name
I test ya because I feel it's a spark in this
I'm not gon waste your time
So baby I'm a start with this
Lloyd
[Chorus: Lloyd]
I, I love the colorful clothes you wear
And the way the sunlight plays upon your hair
I hear the sound of a gentle rain
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air [x2]
[Chingy: Talkin']
So what's goin
You think me and you can can get out later on
Baby look here
I ain't know how to bullshit
I'm just tryin to get to know you
Take you out
Feel you out
Give you the finer things that you probably never had
That's all I'm hurr to do
Can you dig that
No, I know I know I know you probably been hurt a couple times
That ain't why I'm hurr
I'm hurr to make sure you don't get hurt
You understand
I'm a put the cards in your hand
Whatever you wanna do, I'm down to do too
Holla at me
[Verse 2:]
I seen you round a couple times
I was with a couple dimes
And damn you so fine
I had to drop a couple lines
But your friends say he a rapper
They no good pay him no mind
If there's something good in your face hold on to it don't be blind
I sturr at you in the club so I sent you a glass of wine
I'm just tryna show you love get with me girl and we could shine
See I practice what I preach
I could take you out the streets
Have you travelin round the globe stayin at seven star suites
Lloyd
[Verse 3: Lloyd]
Since fried by the sun rays
That there was a rainy day
This one's shinin so fine
I'm just on a one way
Lookin for a pretty place
Pretty face has some big thighs
The words that you can say
That can never change the way
That I feel on the inside
You can try to get a life
Civilized, stop livin trife
Every time that you pass by [x2]
Lloyd, talk to her for me
Lloyd, talk to her for me dirty
That's right, that's right
I told you I'm hurr for you baby, it's really real
So when you ready to do this
Holla at me girl (yeah yeah)
I, I love the colorful clothes you wear
And the way the sunlight plays upon your hair
I hear the sound of a gentle rain
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
[Chingy Talkin']
What's up lil mama
You know I been peepin you out right
You look good
I'm just tryn to get to know ya
It ain't like that
Why don't you come round
Give me your number
We can talk later on
You down with that?
[Verse 1:]
In the hood where I met ya
See I didn't wanna sweat ya
Though I knew I had to catch ya
Determined that's why I met ya
My homies on you too
So they say I can't get ya
Yeh I know I can cause them fools too disrespectful
Your swags stay on point, you pass by me I gotta check ya
Just tryna chat lil mama no need to give you a lecture
Maybe happiness wake up in the morning with bed & breakfast
With rose petals no pressure attached with a love letter (ya dig?)
I keep ya blushing bout the walk off so I guess
Heard this once before but them lames I don't stand next to
Just see the signs from god
I could be the one to bless ya
Turn your life around (yeah)
I'm different from all the rest of them fools who run game just to get in your frame
I'm the type of guy who give it to you good say your name
I test ya because I feel it's a spark in this
I'm not gon waste your time
So baby I'm a start with this
Lloyd
[Chorus: Lloyd]
I, I love the colorful clothes you wear
And the way the sunlight plays upon your hair
I hear the sound of a gentle rain
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air [x2]
[Chingy: Talkin']
So what's goin
You think me and you can can get out later on
Baby look here
I ain't know how to bullshit
I'm just tryin to get to know you
Take you out
Feel you out
Give you the finer things that you probably never had
That's all I'm hurr to do
Can you dig that
No, I know I know I know you probably been hurt a couple times
That ain't why I'm hurr
I'm hurr to make sure you don't get hurt
You understand
I'm a put the cards in your hand
Whatever you wanna do, I'm down to do too
Holla at me
[Verse 2:]
I seen you round a couple times
I was with a couple dimes
And damn you so fine
I had to drop a couple lines
But your friends say he a rapper
They no good pay him no mind
If there's something good in your face hold on to it don't be blind
I sturr at you in the club so I sent you a glass of wine
I'm just tryna show you love get with me girl and we could shine
See I practice what I preach
I could take you out the streets
Have you travelin round the globe stayin at seven star suites
Lloyd
[Verse 3: Lloyd]
Since fried by the sun rays
That there was a rainy day
This one's shinin so fine
I'm just on a one way
Lookin for a pretty place
Pretty face has some big thighs
The words that you can say
That can never change the way
That I feel on the inside
You can try to get a life
Civilized, stop livin trife
Every time that you pass by [x2]
Lloyd, talk to her for me
Lloyd, talk to her for me dirty
That's right, that's right
I told you I'm hurr for you baby, it's really real
So when you ready to do this
Holla at me girl (yeah yeah)
Jackpot Back lyrics - Chingy
Hey wassup!
With the ladies and gentlemen this evenin'
Ya dig?
I'm Jackpot the Pimp steppin in fo a minute screamin at ya'll
Ya dig
The one that taught the mac how to mac
And the one that taught superfly how to flap his muthafukin wings
Yes in the flesh, it's me Jackpot the muthfukin Pimp
I see some of you playas,
Got cha hoes walkin around, and they movin to muthafukin slow
The bitch must got bricks on her muthafukin feet
Well check this out nigga
If you got a crease in ya muthafukin shoes, well ya walkin to much
And you ain't no real pimp
Man look
I got hoes who drive me around in the deville lac whit the muthafukin wheel on the back
And bitch I'm kickin my gators off
Whit my feet on the mink mutha fukin rug
Ya understand?
And ya got to understand this pimpin is real
Ya dig
Nigga I eat sleep and breath pussy muthafuka
Fuck the stock market
I'm down whit the cock market
Ya dig?
Niggas talkin bout dis a drought
Nigga it ain't no drought
I'm bringin them hoes in
And I'm bringin them hoes out
Bitch ya need to be all you can be
But this ain't the U.S. Navy
Bitch this the U.S pay me
I got 22 bitches coast to coast bring me 10 cent a muthafukin week, let's do the math that's 10 G's times 52, that's over a
Half a million dollars a year.
[Slap-slap] Bitch 'cum herre!
With the ladies and gentlemen this evenin'
Ya dig?
I'm Jackpot the Pimp steppin in fo a minute screamin at ya'll
Ya dig
The one that taught the mac how to mac
And the one that taught superfly how to flap his muthafukin wings
Yes in the flesh, it's me Jackpot the muthfukin Pimp
I see some of you playas,
Got cha hoes walkin around, and they movin to muthafukin slow
The bitch must got bricks on her muthafukin feet
Well check this out nigga
If you got a crease in ya muthafukin shoes, well ya walkin to much
And you ain't no real pimp
Man look
I got hoes who drive me around in the deville lac whit the muthafukin wheel on the back
And bitch I'm kickin my gators off
Whit my feet on the mink mutha fukin rug
Ya understand?
And ya got to understand this pimpin is real
Ya dig
Nigga I eat sleep and breath pussy muthafuka
Fuck the stock market
I'm down whit the cock market
Ya dig?
Niggas talkin bout dis a drought
Nigga it ain't no drought
I'm bringin them hoes in
And I'm bringin them hoes out
Bitch ya need to be all you can be
But this ain't the U.S. Navy
Bitch this the U.S pay me
I got 22 bitches coast to coast bring me 10 cent a muthafukin week, let's do the math that's 10 G's times 52, that's over a
Half a million dollars a year.
[Slap-slap] Bitch 'cum herre!
King Judah lyrics - Chingy
[Intro Talking:]
That's why we here, we got other things to do
But brothers and sisters, y'all better listen
And your God, that put you in this that put you in this
Is callin' now, He's telling you it's time
And they know it's time, they know it (know it, know it)
[Verse: Chingy]
Befo' I say this verse all praises to the most high (most high)
Sittin' on a throne, "Chingy the King" what I go by (Judah)
Jumped off the slave ship to a spaceship, boy I'm so fly (so fly)
Cut yo' triangle eye, with my shortminders, know I
You in the kitchen, cookin' up, trynna bake a pie
I'm readin' 'bout my past deception, trynna cremate a lie
Guess I should talk about, bottles, girls, the hood and guns
I've gotten sick of that you son of sin, I'm God's Son
Throw up yo' number ones, and rep that seven with me
New year for new light and new life where can’t no hater get me
And tell'em my machine, gotta do that for the cheese
And keep that swine, beef 'n shrimp, I don't want that slow disease
They sayin' nigga please, what you done got on?
I’m sayin brotha please, mad cause you ain't got on
I hope this here hit home, prolly not cause addictions
Satan in yo environment and I’ll be right here in my JUDAH-sdiction
[Hook: Chingy]
I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (with me)
Got them gentiles bussin at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
[Verse: Chingy]
Befo' I say this verse all praises to the most high (most high)
Sittin' on a throne, "Chingy the King" what I go by (Judah)
Jumped off the slave ship to a spaceship, boy I'm so fly (so fly)
Cut yo' triangle eye, with my shortminders, know I
You in the kitchen, cookin' up, trynna bake a pie
I'm readin' 'bout my past deception, trynna cremate a lie
Guess I should talk about, bottles, girls, the hood and guns
I’ve gotten sick of that you son of sin. I’m God’s son
When will we live as one, prolly not 'til the end
Agenda 21 just started, let the show begin
Fix you face up from this hate, there's FEMA camps in yo state
They must pray there's no debate, I president the debate
Wait (wait), hope you got what you wanted
Take yo' kids out they school systems, why? Cause their teacher's haunted
I know I'm gone be wanted, we gotta die for some
Now turn the treble up and beat low but the speakers bumpin'
[Hook: Chingy]
I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (with me)
Got them gentals bussin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
[Verse: Chingy]
Befo' I say this verse all praises to the most high (most high)
Sittin' on a throne, "Chingy the King" what I go by (Judah)
Jumped of the slay ship to a spaceship, boy I'm so fly (so fly)
Cut yo' triangle, I whipped my shortminders, know I
You in the kitchen, cookin' up, trynna bake a pie
I'm readin' 'bout my past deception, trynna cremate a lie
Guess I should talk about, bottles, girls, the hood and guns
I've gotten sick of that true sonners and them God Sons
[Outro Talking]
Goin' down for all the wickedness, and what it perpetrated on the Earth
And you're livin' in that time, we're living in that generation
Okay, right now you got the UN armies guarding all the borders, right now
The only job you can get right now, is a military job
There are preparing mass slaughters, over half a million coffins is waiting in, in Half a million waiting in Georgia
Over 2 million coffins is waiting between, between Arizona, Mexico and Canada, okay
All your storing facilities, they've erected
They're ready for a mass murder
Read:
Therefore should all hands be faint
And every mans heart shall melt [2x]
Whoever is not connected to the most high
When this go down, you're not gonna make it, okay
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But before the most high destroy anything
He sends teachers, to warn the people
And no one listens
No one prophesied for a hundred and twenty years
People looked past him, spit on him, talked, told him he was crazy
Until it rained
Same thing is goin' on now
The most high telling people "you better change"
You knew sooner or later this place would go down
Based on what is perpetrated on the Earth
You gone steal kill, destroy and disease
And believe the man upstairs don't say "you know what, it's time for me to pay this place a visit"
You don't build a country, a country off rape, robbery, robbery and murder
And think God is just gonna stand back and let this be
That's why we here, we got other things to do
But brothers and sisters, y'all better listen
And your God, that put you in this that put you in this
Is callin' now, He's telling you it's time
And they know it's time, they know it (know it, know it)
[Verse: Chingy]
Befo' I say this verse all praises to the most high (most high)
Sittin' on a throne, "Chingy the King" what I go by (Judah)
Jumped off the slave ship to a spaceship, boy I'm so fly (so fly)
Cut yo' triangle eye, with my shortminders, know I
You in the kitchen, cookin' up, trynna bake a pie
I'm readin' 'bout my past deception, trynna cremate a lie
Guess I should talk about, bottles, girls, the hood and guns
I've gotten sick of that you son of sin, I'm God's Son
Throw up yo' number ones, and rep that seven with me
New year for new light and new life where can’t no hater get me
And tell'em my machine, gotta do that for the cheese
And keep that swine, beef 'n shrimp, I don't want that slow disease
They sayin' nigga please, what you done got on?
I’m sayin brotha please, mad cause you ain't got on
I hope this here hit home, prolly not cause addictions
Satan in yo environment and I’ll be right here in my JUDAH-sdiction
[Hook: Chingy]
I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (with me)
Got them gentiles bussin at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
[Verse: Chingy]
Befo' I say this verse all praises to the most high (most high)
Sittin' on a throne, "Chingy the King" what I go by (Judah)
Jumped off the slave ship to a spaceship, boy I'm so fly (so fly)
Cut yo' triangle eye, with my shortminders, know I
You in the kitchen, cookin' up, trynna bake a pie
I'm readin' 'bout my past deception, trynna cremate a lie
Guess I should talk about, bottles, girls, the hood and guns
I’ve gotten sick of that you son of sin. I’m God’s son
When will we live as one, prolly not 'til the end
Agenda 21 just started, let the show begin
Fix you face up from this hate, there's FEMA camps in yo state
They must pray there's no debate, I president the debate
Wait (wait), hope you got what you wanted
Take yo' kids out they school systems, why? Cause their teacher's haunted
I know I'm gone be wanted, we gotta die for some
Now turn the treble up and beat low but the speakers bumpin'
[Hook: Chingy]
I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (with me)
Got them gentals bussin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
[Verse: Chingy]
Befo' I say this verse all praises to the most high (most high)
Sittin' on a throne, "Chingy the King" what I go by (Judah)
Jumped of the slay ship to a spaceship, boy I'm so fly (so fly)
Cut yo' triangle, I whipped my shortminders, know I
You in the kitchen, cookin' up, trynna bake a pie
I'm readin' 'bout my past deception, trynna cremate a lie
Guess I should talk about, bottles, girls, the hood and guns
I've gotten sick of that true sonners and them God Sons
[Outro Talking]
Goin' down for all the wickedness, and what it perpetrated on the Earth
And you're livin' in that time, we're living in that generation
Okay, right now you got the UN armies guarding all the borders, right now
The only job you can get right now, is a military job
There are preparing mass slaughters, over half a million coffins is waiting in, in Half a million waiting in Georgia
Over 2 million coffins is waiting between, between Arizona, Mexico and Canada, okay
All your storing facilities, they've erected
They're ready for a mass murder
Read:
Therefore should all hands be faint
And every mans heart shall melt [2x]
Whoever is not connected to the most high
When this go down, you're not gonna make it, okay
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But before the most high destroy anything
He sends teachers, to warn the people
And no one listens
No one prophesied for a hundred and twenty years
People looked past him, spit on him, talked, told him he was crazy
Until it rained
Same thing is goin' on now
The most high telling people "you better change"
You knew sooner or later this place would go down
Based on what is perpetrated on the Earth
You gone steal kill, destroy and disease
And believe the man upstairs don't say "you know what, it's time for me to pay this place a visit"
You don't build a country, a country off rape, robbery, robbery and murder
And think God is just gonna stand back and let this be
Mobb Wit Me lyrics - Chingy
Uh uh uh uh..uh uh uh uh uh huh
That's Right
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Who wanna Mob wit me (I do derrty)
You wanna Mob wit me (Yes I do derrty)
It's all you what you see (I know what)
Ain't no playin in these streets
[Chingy]
I'ma slide in and Slide out her
Big Work is what I hide in my house
For the hate ammunition make em hide out
Leave ya head like a highway wide out
Flat out once the cat out Gats out
Bring Forearms and bats out Chainsaws 2 ax out
The Blackout-It's 2 white but need a Black house
Got a rat spouse who act out overcracked out
Gotta access with the back out on a back route
To send shots at that house
Rats snitch so I trap mouse
Need a hit bigboss man Chingy who they ask bout
Up and on ya can is blast out
Smashed out
Eyes red once the hash out
Every check gotta get cashed out
Trips for my people on the 1st in
Bustin in I'm the last out
[Chorus]
[Chingy]
The usual suspect but never seen
Like my paper foreever green wit a 2gether team
Whatever seems leads 2 better cream
Better bring them Beredda things
Like it rain in the dark-I wet a team
My level's mean instead of lean (lean)
Or here the face of this earth bout 2 let a Stream
Last night I seen Jesus face the Earth and shed a turr (tear)
Will I make it or be dead this yurr (year)
Nah I be glossin on them shiny feet like a Pedicurr (cure)
Posted up in a Tactic like Metal Gear
The rose petal's here (uh)
You from the concrete cracks never met a Fear (urr)
Just a metaphor 2 better your head'll blurr
Instead of blurr let it clurr how stress is and let it cure (urr)
Haters hate it hurr slap you like hunters at a duur (eer)
This present year not 4 you peasants here (urr)
My message here is a must now that I address you queer (urr)
[Chorus]
[Chingy]
Once I weighed the beats
Behave the streets
Pave the week
with heat 7 days a week
Plays in sheet
Grenade ya peeps-Invade ya cheats
Bitches wanna blood bath so I bathe the freaks
Save ya greif-Yo make up I made ya meat
You made the beef-I ate the beef
Knock out ya fronts ta where they have 2 tape ya teeth
Replace ya teeth
you 2 soft ain't no way that you can face the street
I lace the beat
Trackrunner feds can't trace my feet
or replace my bars in a place wit bars
Speedy racer won't cha race these cars
Make me large take charge and say we stars
Don't play we are Make Me War
Go crazy and blow up some shit
Rep yo hood cuz you goin see me throw up some shit
Pull it out and slug up some shit
Tore up and spit clips 2 them peoples come in and show up wit shit
[Chorus]
[Talking]
Uh huh That's just 2 let you know when you mob wit me
Don't ask no ?'s if you goin roll then roll
If you not goin roll then I'm goin roll right over
Mobb Wit Me Who
The West side goin mob wit me
The North side goin mob wit me
The East side goin mob wit me
Down South goin mob wit me
Nationwide Worldwide
Mob wit ya boi Chingy
Ain't no playin in the streets
That's Right
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Who wanna Mob wit me (I do derrty)
You wanna Mob wit me (Yes I do derrty)
It's all you what you see (I know what)
Ain't no playin in these streets
[Chingy]
I'ma slide in and Slide out her
Big Work is what I hide in my house
For the hate ammunition make em hide out
Leave ya head like a highway wide out
Flat out once the cat out Gats out
Bring Forearms and bats out Chainsaws 2 ax out
The Blackout-It's 2 white but need a Black house
Got a rat spouse who act out overcracked out
Gotta access with the back out on a back route
To send shots at that house
Rats snitch so I trap mouse
Need a hit bigboss man Chingy who they ask bout
Up and on ya can is blast out
Smashed out
Eyes red once the hash out
Every check gotta get cashed out
Trips for my people on the 1st in
Bustin in I'm the last out
[Chorus]
[Chingy]
The usual suspect but never seen
Like my paper foreever green wit a 2gether team
Whatever seems leads 2 better cream
Better bring them Beredda things
Like it rain in the dark-I wet a team
My level's mean instead of lean (lean)
Or here the face of this earth bout 2 let a Stream
Last night I seen Jesus face the Earth and shed a turr (tear)
Will I make it or be dead this yurr (year)
Nah I be glossin on them shiny feet like a Pedicurr (cure)
Posted up in a Tactic like Metal Gear
The rose petal's here (uh)
You from the concrete cracks never met a Fear (urr)
Just a metaphor 2 better your head'll blurr
Instead of blurr let it clurr how stress is and let it cure (urr)
Haters hate it hurr slap you like hunters at a duur (eer)
This present year not 4 you peasants here (urr)
My message here is a must now that I address you queer (urr)
[Chorus]
[Chingy]
Once I weighed the beats
Behave the streets
Pave the week
with heat 7 days a week
Plays in sheet
Grenade ya peeps-Invade ya cheats
Bitches wanna blood bath so I bathe the freaks
Save ya greif-Yo make up I made ya meat
You made the beef-I ate the beef
Knock out ya fronts ta where they have 2 tape ya teeth
Replace ya teeth
you 2 soft ain't no way that you can face the street
I lace the beat
Trackrunner feds can't trace my feet
or replace my bars in a place wit bars
Speedy racer won't cha race these cars
Make me large take charge and say we stars
Don't play we are Make Me War
Go crazy and blow up some shit
Rep yo hood cuz you goin see me throw up some shit
Pull it out and slug up some shit
Tore up and spit clips 2 them peoples come in and show up wit shit
[Chorus]
[Talking]
Uh huh That's just 2 let you know when you mob wit me
Don't ask no ?'s if you goin roll then roll
If you not goin roll then I'm goin roll right over
Mobb Wit Me Who
The West side goin mob wit me
The North side goin mob wit me
The East side goin mob wit me
Down South goin mob wit me
Nationwide Worldwide
Mob wit ya boi Chingy
Ain't no playin in the streets
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