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[Chorus:]
Throw it to me baby, I'm a runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? x2 Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. [Verse:] Hat cocked hard headed from tha bad block Reds flocked i'm star studded like my shamrock Off top when I drop them bras need to pop I told her dont stop man have you seen her pop? God damn she hit the fan cant catch her dirty I can, cause im the man, I am I dont slow dance I 2 step Tryin to chill n post up but dat Grey Goose crept Up on me now lil mama lookin like she want this Once I am up to bat when I hit I dont miss And maybe u can leave wit me And dont worry about nothin a couple of gs wit me (Now let me see you) [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. Its too many niggas and not enough hoe's Soon as I come through tha door Them heffers pullin on my clothes White t, crispy nikes wit some red and blue girbauds Hustle a piece of game and dont be mad cuz she chose Ching a ling, stay on tha scene Ring diamonds in my pinky ring You know they mean Brush my shoulders off I stay clean, look how I gleam Keep a gang of chickens on my team, ya know wat I mean? You a jazzy girl, its your world Im just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel Better yet i tell ya what, ima give yo ass a referal Come to my office in tha back and gon get it girl [Break] Shake it twist it, Twish it shake it You got a fine body, why dont u back dat thing up Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up If you throw it my way ima snatch dat thing up Once I beat it up dem docs gon have to patch dat thing up Yeah, I bet ya never met a playa like me Tryin to get in dem pants I might be Pass it to be like im Bousier Let me ram it until I bring that ass to a closer [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. |
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| 4. |
| 3:40 |
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Yes,
Hey yo, what up This one for all my homeboys across the world, right, been through some shit. I know you've all had a lot on your mind, man. Had a lot of struggles you went through in your life. Keep your head up dirty. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) See the star was born. Don't think nobody notice. Goin' through these trials and tribulations kept me on focus. Tried to do a 9-5, but where's the money? Coming to work damn near bumming, people thinkin' it's funny (haha). I'm fed up. Plus my homies sellin' crack doin good. Now I'm thinking fuck doing it legal bring it back to the hood. Man it's hell, you see, wasn't no woman there for me. I ain't got shit but a dream, that's why they chose to ignore me. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Hey Now I'm on the block pumping rocks toting blocks. Grand-mama on my head, I'm ducking and dodging the cops. All cuz I'm trying to make a living (living). Consequences of that: end up dead or in prison, ain't shit given. I done struggled too long not to floss and get on. Imma get it with the double, if not the microphone.I'm headstrong plus I'm out for those dead presidents. And the government ain't doing shit for my residence. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) It's been a long time coming (yeah we struggled) It's been a bumpy ride (but we gonna make it) So these wheels will keep on turning (say what) till the day I die (ride with me fo a minute yall). [x2] Chuch Now my homies busted and getting shot at it's getting serious. Plus I'm praying but they breaking down in tears. See now that I'm on, people think money make you proud. But I've been struggling trying to come up since I was a child. Who are you to judge me for my sins and what I did wrong. I'm trying to live don't my mama singing a sad song. They say look out for your family and so I try to shurr. Look Tommy I miss you but I'll see you when I get thurr. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Hey, I'm dedicating this song to everybody that lost a loved one, to the people in 9-11, hurricane katrina, all the folks that lost folks that they care about, and if you down yourself, you got somebody that's down, you tryin to bring they spirits up, this for yall man. I know you can relate to my pain so just feel your boy ching-a-ling man I do this for all yall. Chuch. |
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| 3:51 |
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[JD]
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans How da how da hell did you get all of that in dem jeans Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo [Chingy] Prada,Gucci Tell me what you like Coach bag With the shoes To match Forget the price Marc Jacob shades 50 karats all ice Model in dem jeans for me Luxuri now thats your life Thats the type of shit im on Let me see you get them on Back it up a bit Yeah thats it Cuz I can see your thong Carmale skin tone Daum you look like Nia Long Dont be actin like that lil mama Cuz I can leave you 'lone MIx the lime with that Patron Thats what we drinkin on SHe wanna go out to eat But me JD I'm think home Just so I can see 'em off But what the hell we both grown Wearin' dem jean like that Will make me take trips with you to Rome Hey now {Hey Hey} Hey now {Hey} You know they thick from the STL to the A~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {Hey} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up [JD] Now Now Now When walkin' girl And you make it swirl Its hard for me not to look And I want you in my world Bubbled up {ooo} Pokin out {Hey} Lickin' my lip sayin Shawaty swing it my way Daum ma How the hell you get all that in Dem pants ma Hope you aint up in here with your man ma I love it when you wiggle it Shake it Drop it and do your little dance True Religion, 7's Or dem rocking Republics Or the ones that fit the best And show it just how we love it Know just how to hug it Know just how to cup it When you walk away it make me wann rub it Hey now {HEy Hey} Hey now {HEy} You know they thick from A~Town down to H~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {HEy} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up |
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| 6. |
| 3:57 |
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Every time I try to leave
Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be You were meant for me So that means we gotta make it work [Verse 1] It was all good at first, Spendin money, goin shoppin Eatin at the finest restaurants And different club hoppin She was right there with me bottle poppin livin that life She just didn't understand my lifestyle and that ain't like that We didn't have a worry in the world, got u diamonds got u pearls Cut can't help it if Chingy been attracting all the girls Baby I'm a superstar and that come wit it You got a good nigga on the side, u betta run wit it, Even though I'm on tha road doin shows, I make time for me n her, relationship to grow They tell me don't trust a woman in this industry But she not any woman, more like a sacred friend to me Plus, when I'm outta town, always think of her May conversate with some chicks, but no one come above her, (Uh)I thought i was your man Guess u ain't understand, N now I'm sittin herre, lookin crazy like Damnnn [Chorus] Every time I try to leave Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be, You were meant for me, So that means we gotta make it work [Verse 2] Walk in the house from hard work, my head hurts, Instead of arguin, can i have dinner with some dessert (uh uh) She talkin 'bout this phone number she found, Didnt give me time to put my bags down, She's straight up, clowned Before we end up fightin, let me leave, I'm exhausted and this here, I don't need Now I'm wit the fellas ridin n drinkin She's blowin my two way up but I need some time for thinkin (Yeah) I wanna go back, but something sayin naaaw let me Give her some space and the next day I might call What should I do Look, let me ask ya'll Should I stay and talk, or let this relationship fall I ain't down on what happened, my feelings crushed But it happens some time It's either love it or give it up I thought I was your man Guess u ain't understand N now I'm sittin' herre lookin crazy like Damnn [Chorus] Every time I try to leave Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be, You were meant for me, So that means we gotta make it work [Verse 3] All the fellas know u feel me, if u eva had a woman, Good times led to bad times n u ain't see it coming, Try the best to make her happy, But it wasn't enough, Cuz mamma told me in relationships the road gets rough N i don't wanna have my head down Weeping n stressed out As bad as it hurts i gotta move to the next route (Uh) I thought i was her man Guess she ain't understand N now she's sittin' herre lookin crazy like Damnn [Chorus] Every time I try to leave Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be, You were meant for me, So that means we gotta make it work |
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| 4:05 |
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| 10. |
| 4:55 |
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Yea?Let me
This that Pro Player Music Right hurr man For the playas dirty Let me You aint even gotta say nothing to a girl You aint even gotta approach her She just gonna give it to ya This aint for you rookies though Aim for your best Get it (Chorus: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in I bumped in to this chick Light skin and 5'6" Thick as a brick Nice stomach with some wide hips Approached her like what's good baby? You seem hood baby Maybe we could hook up oh yea we should baby She asked my name I laugh and flash my chain I can't stop staring Damn she got ass and thangs We can forget about the club and go to my crib The finer things in life, that's how I live I told her think about it, take a second, then tell me She said aint nothing to think about (ha ha) Ya smell me She got close and??.. And almost overdosed I stays fly ya know ya know (Chorus: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in (Chingy:) We on the way to my house Know what Im thinking about Pop some Jodecy in That'll get her wet, no doubt Look like you been needing a friend To please, ya heard me With that gangsta love, girl come ride with a G Rolled up some of that sticky Since she like to smoke Did a 100 to the pad, had to stash the toast Pulled into the driveway Hopped out and opened the door Ya'll might think that's weak But all the real playas know Got inside, said she's cold So I turned the heat on Persian rug on the floor To wipe ya feet on And in 15 minutes, head boss gonna get beat on She aint got no man, Aint got no woman, Who there to cheat on? Can I get it? (Chorus: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in (This is how it went down?) (Chingy:) We in my bedroom She ask, can I take a shower Hell yea, there go the soap, lotion and baby powder She got undressed in front of me She must been reading my mind Glad I aint buying This something you'd want to see Instantly, I snuck in Then she told me, get in I grabbed to glasses and a bottle of that Seagrams Gin So we got in the Ja'causezi Cause its more relaxing Call me Mr. Miyabi Cause that ass I'm gonna be waxing She got a little tipsy Then started feeling on me Then start feeling on herself Yep, its going down homey Next thing I know, She went down...I got blessed Then she got on top and let it drop You know the rest (Chorus x2: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in |
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| 3:48 |
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(feat. Fatman Scoop)
Fatman Scoop what u say when u drunk in the club (hood up) and u deep in the club let me know (hood up) show me where u from if ya city's #1 (hood up hood up hood up....) Chingy lets ride then i drop the top you know ching a ling gon' make it hot let's ride girl i got it locked shut the club down when i hit the spot ain't no secret im doin it baby if i like what i see im pursuin it maybe but a nasty attitude that could ruin it lady if its all gravy hop in and (lets ride) and we can cruise a lil bit wild out and act like fools a lil bit my whip aint old girl this that new shit 2006 ya hear let's ride what u gigglin for? twist that thing and wiggle it more a couple big faces what u jiggle it for now close my door hold on (chorus) i know u like the ?? on the floor dont ya strip tease yeah i know you will won't ya other chicks mad cuz chingy flaunt ya and ya know i'm on ya if ya ready then (lets ride) ?? to this heard in the club if they move to this get ya party on and groove to this ay this that shit come on girl (lets ride) ya friends can come too tell em' bout a player that rep the Lou yeah i be here yup thats my crew now what yall wanna do hood up (chorus) err'body come and ride with me grab a glass pull some drink and blaze up them trees Fatman Scoop work ya body twist ya body work ya body twist ya body stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) work ya body twist ya body work ya body twist ya body stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) (chorus) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) get low now |
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| 12. |
| 6:38 |
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Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3
This is the official (the official)... Get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!) For bein a non-hood affliate nigga GIB...ACP Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?) ...hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down We comin' dirrty...we comin' dirrty [Chorus} The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it You talk but you ain't 'bout it Nigga huh, nigga huh We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in We're set trippin' Nigga what, nigga what [Verse 1: Chingy] I crept in the spot with a tom strap Haters that trip get blown back We off that hash and cogniac Head bussin' we on dat Wanna freak out better pull dat ho Take her to da bar and full dat ho Get her in da bathroom, get some head I'm a playa--yain't know? Cowards know me so they starin' Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin' My nigga I pack stern Police in herr, we ain't carrin' Pussie don't pump in blood Real niggas always show me love Fake niggas keep yo caps and ?? Real niggas got dem gats and slugs If you want, you can get it Put a couple, in yo fitted We ain't never scared trick Tell 'em GIB did it Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face I almost caught a fuckin' case (You cool dirrty?) Yeah I'm straight [Chorus] [Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia] Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters Three 6 Mafia fakers You talk like commen...taters You fiction like Terminator My nation eliminata Under...estimater Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!) I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine I slap 'em...a couple a times and any a mine I promise...he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!) You got some pimps off in dis buildin' Smokin' with yo children In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin' What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin' Credit cards to G's with keys for dis pimpin' They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin' Don't hate on me or play with me These Mafia boys be killin' They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin' You fuck with me you might get hit I'm known for dome peelin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Chingy] (Ride out niggas!) Dammit Memphis on da scene They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean On da block we buy (some beans)?? These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans You know these hoes be on my nuts Take in the rims on da truck Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks Yeah bitch I know whats up Ching-a-ling and Three 6 You got bricks? We flip Don't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip Two clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shot Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac Come equipped or don't come Show up homie, don't run Best believe we won't run After da party get ya guns Ain't no parking lot pimpin' Only parking lot poppin' Man what will stand down ho???? (brllrrllaaa!) You herrd dem Ks choppin' [Chorus] |
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| 13. |
| 4:48 |
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| 14. |
| 7:49 |
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[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 Inn (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 Inn (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 there'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 2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third 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! F**k 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 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, no footage while 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 giggle 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 |
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| 15. |
| 4:27 |
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(feat. G.I.B.)
Fall in Fall in Pussy niggas (6x) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse 1: Retaliation is a must Im keepin it gutta bra Anybody talkin shit, yeah im runnin up on ya Banga keep it by my side hundred stacks don't fold right Girl i know yo feet hurt, how you gone stay by my side If you aint gettin it, im about ta roll ya right Like a dodgy blunt (ho) ? pick'in thrown off the side Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them (whoo ? oo ? oo) Verse Two: Do'in it like Donald Trump I'm send'in this one to the women with body And all my hustla's with the grill front Thats got check / But it ain't gonna last for four months Bought a chain ? that's some cardy-?) of grain (get it main) Don't stunt / Get wit my beats in the four blunts-?) Leave with your cunt Heads up ? must of broke one Yeah it's official now (? official now) / Blow your whistle now (? whistle now) I got a rifle to tell 'em blow your whistle now-?) When I'm chill'in (when I'm chill'in) / Half fill'in (half fill'in) Real good watch'in flat screens on the ceil'in Big wheel'in (big wheel'in) / Quarter melon (quarter melon) Three hundred c ? plus tar-?) spill'in (?) (bitch!) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse Three: But it depends (? it depends) / On how I feel (? how I feel) And how you been in the past either your fake or your real I don't deal / With whole niggas Cuz whole niggas they / Hamper-?) Dre like they're bigger than they really are Ride'in in my fast car like Tracy Chapmen I'm simply rapp'in Given the world pure satisfaction If action is what you like to do Then play your role Cause I'm tired of niggas com'in in my life (play 'em whole.-?) Chorus:1x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them |
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| 5:45 |
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[J/Weav singing]
yeah yeah, DTP, how we do, call you, you can call me Whatever you want to do baby, come on [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] It was weird how we met, hugh? She was with her mom at Bank of America With my son cashin a check so I asked out of respect, uh Would she like to explore the world of I we can fly in my jet Her reply was yes (Can I ask you something?) I seen it in her eye Moma looking like all I wanted was sex Then moved to the next (That aint true) But it was something about his girls style that make me feel no regrets We started off casual walks threw the park Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinking smart Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, clutch and be up But baby I aint on that stuff Dropped her off and told her call me up (ring noise) We could talk, conversate about ??? whatevers starts So I zoomed off (car noise) Looking bottom off my phone rang It was her in the shower (what did she say?) She said I couldn't do without you Then I say [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] Yo yo The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball Here she come with her friends they posted up on the wall Now I'm showin off, tryin to dunk, tryin to dribble Break fast threw the middle just to see her smile and giggle Game over I approached her with a kiss on the cheek The homeboys looking at me saying Lil Howard you weak But you know how that go, what I got they want What I got I flaunt, never mess with it please don't Told her I'm goin 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-threw thong on looked at her and I said [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] Girl recognize game before game recognize you You dealin with a playa, true, now what you wanna do We can kick it and go puff on a blunt Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of henn and we can get drunk Its up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know Cause if you got a attitude then I could treat you just like a ho If ya rollin with me baby hop in its enough room We can gaze at the stars and shine like the moon Give me a chance to show ya and a chance to know ya Just be true and theres nothing I wont do for ya Some women like to play it foul but them the kind I put in a place like a child don't worry be happy and smile [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x4 [J/Weav singing] DTP, ha, how we do, ha, give me call, if you wanna ball, you know what it is |
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(feat. Lil' Flip, Boozie of the G.I.B.)
Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state, City to city, ballers ballers. Let's do this, dirty. Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling. You know how I do it: representing St. Louis. Put your hands up, put your hands up. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 1 - Chingy] I got the pots up in the kitchen, I'm just a baller pitching-in my division. Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening. So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing. The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing. Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the pistons. Baby if you listening, I'm a' tour so much, Folks say I'm missing, gettin'. This baller s-k-in', I be running around with it, spitting it. The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here, I wish you would in here, We smoke good in here. Moving through your hood shining, Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds, Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming- I get 50 thou' for an in-store signing, cause I'm a [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] It ain't nuthing to a boss, That's why I spent three hundred on a cross! Pink and yellow, that's the combination. I know a skinny rapper out here player hating. Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume, I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee? Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock, But I still get respect on my own block. Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back, Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback. I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman. But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man. Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain, So even when I'm not around, they promote the name. I'm Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till I'm gone. I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb, A baller, baby! [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 3 - Boozie] That's me, that's right, I've got a Bentley for sure, A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more. I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores. I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room. I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore. On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores. Said I'm on another level that you can't afford: Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more. That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more, Cause my price at work sure be on soar. That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores, 'cause I won't settle for nothing less than more. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? |
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[Intro: Chingy]
Ah y'all we get it right herre this the remix Trackstars, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Disturbing Tha Peace, So So Def, Chingy, J.D (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Let's do it [Chorus: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 1: Chingy] Girl why you dat right thurr She so bad I'm constantly getting calls from da mayorr I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo' thurr curr Her man defendin' her like a lawyer so bewarre So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty that ain't fairr I wanna bet she got da bomb like a terrrorist She wit it I'll hit it though but I ain't thinking 'bout marrriage 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 fo me! [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 2: Trina] Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre (Wanna starre) House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr (Furr) Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk I'ma flirt 'til it hurt in a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama rockin strings and Chanel Pearls Im back for my crown fake bitches bow down This the remix what you wanna do now? I know u like the way we do this over herre Get loose in da club like we just don't carre (Don't carre) [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri] I'm from the city wherre they do that right thurr the most Out-a-towners come around and straight over dose Where the 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 the drink and where the party at tonight damn That's when they start that backing it up on ya homie and That's a feelin' you just can't fight We fired up off that Hypnotic and Hennessey She can't keep her motherfuckin' hands off me We both in the club high bouncing to the beat When she turn around this is what I told her [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Outro: Chingy] I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) Trackstars, ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do |
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