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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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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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