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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[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 [Chingy] 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] 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 [Chingy] See that verco, 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 fuckin' 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] 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 [Chingy] People ask me why I'm like this See my father and my uncles gave me this shit Since I liked it fot 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 |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
[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 [Chingy] 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] 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 [Chingy] See that verco, 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 fuckin' 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] 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 [Chingy] People ask me why I'm like this See my father and my uncles gave me this shit Since I liked it fot 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 |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. G.I.B.)
yeah yeah yeah ohhh yeah yeah yeah ohhh yeah yeah yeah ohhh yeah yeah yeah 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 you know tha game girl 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 shooth 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 jump when she jump dont need a push up bra her titis already plump see me in the 300 in my musump leanin' it starts with me take a look it 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 wurr da git it gurlz at work that thing wurr da git it gurlz at twist that thing wurr da git it gurlz at you know tha game girl 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 she accessive look at her extra manziem dem other niggas trippin' im gonna bring her right to her knees he 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 that why i gotta problem with u choosin come to tha room or me and pooke gonn' be brusin cuz ya know im blessed with what they call exclussive get it boiz or you'll be dieing fo' sho' we be rawlin ijamine got me stallin ching a ling he post it up what a booze he got a cup and tha ladies they on tha couches which they know they want a cunt treat 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 you know tha game girl 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 me verse you thats no contest your girl chose so me lets resepect our on own debt cuz im a mission request and piction to check anybody think that they can teng den with us somebody tell her that i bangcock see baby i make the bed rock u know the name money slang but these langs not take a picture her friend hott when she pass bye man the game stop |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
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. chorusx2 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. chorusx2 |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
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. chorusx2 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. chorusx2 |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[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, f**k, 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' |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[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, f**k, 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' |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
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'm iss 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 |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
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'm iss 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 |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
I know you thinking this song is gonna be about
All the problems in my life All my pain and sorrow All the shit i been thru In the time i been living in this earth, fucked up earth Well im sorry to let you know that it aint Haha Cool ll j what up yea this your boy chingy man Straight fromn the low All the way to miami We doing it big baby Now loets go |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
[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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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
[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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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[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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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[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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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[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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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[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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from Chingy - Right Thurr [single] (2003)
[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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from Bling Bling! Vol.2 (2004)
[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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from Robots (로봇) by John Powell [ost] (2005)
[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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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[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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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[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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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
(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' |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
(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' |
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from Chingy - Holidae In [single] (2003)
(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' |
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from Chingy - Holidae Inn [Clean Version] [single] (2004)
(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' |
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| from Fantastic 4 (판타스틱 4) by John Ottman [omnibus, ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006) | |||||
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| from Chingy - Pullin' Me Back [single] (2006) | |||||
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
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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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
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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| from Coach Carter (코치 카터) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from Chingy - Paperman [digital single] (2011) | |||||
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
I'm sitting here waiting for my lover
Last time we met I wasn't to sure Now I'm hoping, maybe dreaming, for a life as one When she reads this I'm hoping she'll call But I need much more than before I need positive reactions whenever I'm down Cause I'm sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found It isn't a game so don't play hard to get (Tired of running after you) There's no connections holding us down (down) Isn't it a shame it never happened Though still here we are the second time round It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible It's gotta be right for love Sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found Holdin', squeezin', touchin', teasin' Wantin', wishin', waitin', teasin' Of you love, yeah yeah Blindin', groovin', feel it, move it Findin', breathin', brakin', breedin' With you girl It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible It's gotta be right for love Cause I'm sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
I'm sitting here waiting for my lover
Last time we met I wasn't to sure Now I'm hoping, maybe dreaming, for a life as one When she reads this I'm hoping she'll call But I need much more than before I need positive reactions whenever I'm down Cause I'm sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found It isn't a game so don't play hard to get (Tired of running after you) There's no connections holding us down (down) Isn't it a shame it never happened Though still here we are the second time round It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible It's gotta be right for love Sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found Holdin', squeezin', touchin', teasin' Wantin', wishin', waitin', teasin' Of you love, yeah yeah Blindin', groovin', feel it, move it Findin', breathin', brakin', breedin' With you girl It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible It's gotta be right for love Cause I'm sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
[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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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[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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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[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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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[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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from Chingy - Right Thurr [single] (2003)
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 |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
(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) 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 eve 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 mama 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) |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
(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) 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 eve 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 mama 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) |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
Without great grandmother theres no me
Without grandmama theres no me Without ma momma theres no me Dem ladies made our family tree Because i love dem all da same And think of em all da same Need sumthin juss ask i got it covered aint no thang Ma autn jenni works hard and i appreciate that So threw this song ima give my appreciation back Remember a long time ago i would be down in da basement rappin Shed stomp on da floor n say quit all dat damn snappin She aint no 20 years from den datz wats makin all dis happen She aint no at ma shows 50,000 ppl clappin Plus i wish i culda seen her face wen i bought dat pad Dat waz juss a cool thank you gift from ur growner lad You a (lovely lady) and thats y im praisin yahh existence Her n howard always tought me 2 make wise decisions Ya we gon make it through i dedicate this to u Culd have had any mother but 4 goodness sakes its u (chorus) See momma u ma (lovely lady) Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x Momma u my (lovely lady) Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x Grandmomma u ma (lovely lady) Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x Lil sista u ma (lovely lady) Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x Plus my 2 grammys like ma mammies I no sumtimes dey dont understand me But 1 day just like dem billboards ima bring home a grammy C ma momma momma big momma we kept er in sum drama Couple bad ass grandsons walkin round wit llamas She wuld fuss at us tell us right tho we aint know no betta So leave 4 it to u ma appreciation letta Ruth baby i aint forget yahh Wen im gone im still wit yahh I love comin by ur house n seein all ma posta pictures Dey make me feel so special wen da world all on my back U da loveliest lady write it down cause thats a fact No sumtimes u want me 2 go 2 church i say i mite Even if i dont u tell me keep god in my life And i still got dem prayin hands on dat quarter i gave yahh A men 2 god but sumtimes i feel like u ma savior We gon make it thru Dedicate dis 2 u Culd have ne grandmomma 4 goodness sakes it u (chorus) Now dez 2 women in my life i gotta treat right We handle business durin da day n we party at night C ma 2 sistas i love yahh but neva put nuthin above yahh U suffa i suffa u goin threw it den we gon struggle Candace she da youngest dezineeya da oldest Heather need sumbody 2 talk 2 i got er shulda But if i got it u got it juss like i always told yahh U aint neva gotta have a man 2 do 4 yahh im ur soldia (chorus) |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
(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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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
(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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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
(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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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
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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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
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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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[Chorus: (R Kelly)]
Baby dont chu wanna leave this V.I.P and finish off this party in my hotel suite Gurl juss follow me because i got room keys sex, red bull, velvi we be like da...[15x's] [Verse 1 (Chingy)] I pulled on tha lot and then i fell up in tha spot St. Louis hat cocked tryna Find somethin hot drink in my hand hundreds in my pocket i dont cerre (care) if he ya man Undastand im yo profit its 3:39 we should leave by 3 we can stroll around or go get somethin ta Eat outside i gotta fly drop u hungry round ya gurls up and we all can go to IHOP u prolly think Im tryna cut maybe ya right you dont do one night stands well baby tonight i gotta presidential Suite at tha Ritz errthang wit me aint that a shhh... [CHORUS] [Verse 2 (Chingy)] U actin like ya dont hear me come hear me quit fakin and take a puff of dis green From Jamaica juss bought a new yacht wit 4 rooms and a bar no yo not that use to bein around a Hood star but papa told me good gurls always go bad so if i touch ir right thurr aint no need to Get mad i could take u from tha crib to paradise most of my chicks i like me thick plus naughty And nice tha way u sweep me off my feet u should be a broom tha way ya smell ya should have ur Own perfume so knock knock whos thurr jackpot tha pimp ?? do it tickle when i lick Ya neck better get chu wet lookin at cho sexy ass make wanna write a check [CHORUS] [Bridge (R Kelly)] Now hold on tha way u pit it on me now hol don i luv tha way u shake it now hold On u drop it then u pick it up now hold on gurl u got me sayin wut tha [CHORUS OUT] |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[Chorus: (R Kelly)]
Baby dont chu wanna leave this V.I.P and finish off this party in my hotel suite Gurl juss follow me because i got room keys sex, red bull, velvi we be like da...[15x's] [Verse 1 (Chingy)] I pulled on tha lot and then i fell up in tha spot St. Louis hat cocked tryna Find somethin hot drink in my hand hundreds in my pocket i dont cerre (care) if he ya man Undastand im yo profit its 3:39 we should leave by 3 we can stroll around or go get somethin ta Eat outside i gotta fly drop u hungry round ya gurls up and we all can go to IHOP u prolly think Im tryna cut maybe ya right you dont do one night stands well baby tonight i gotta presidential Suite at tha Ritz errthang wit me aint that a shhh... [CHORUS] [Verse 2 (Chingy)] U actin like ya dont hear me come hear me quit fakin and take a puff of dis green From Jamaica juss bought a new yacht wit 4 rooms and a bar no yo not that use to bein around a Hood star but papa told me good gurls always go bad so if i touch ir right thurr aint no need to Get mad i could take u from tha crib to paradise most of my chicks i like me thick plus naughty And nice tha way u sweep me off my feet u should be a broom tha way ya smell ya should have ur Own perfume so knock knock whos thurr jackpot tha pimp ?? do it tickle when i lick Ya neck better get chu wet lookin at cho sexy ass make wanna write a check [CHORUS] [Bridge (R Kelly)] Now hold on tha way u pit it on me now hol don i luv tha way u shake it now hold On u drop it then u pick it up now hold on gurl u got me sayin wut tha [CHORUS OUT] |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
Intro
My high hat connected to the snur drum And my snur drum connected to the kick drum And my kick drum connected to the beat drum And my beat drum connected to the bass Bridge Imma see you when i see you when im riden through the hood And if i dont say nothin homie know its all good Cause my speaker steady bumpin and my trunk beat thumpin Got a pocket full of dough and your whole block jumpin Chorus (x 2) I need my high hat I need my kick drum I need my ten stacks Now mumma get some I make ur body rock Into the bass drum Them 808's not In with the snur drum Outro (x 2) High hat Kick drum Ten stacks Now mumma get some I make ur body rock Into the bass drum Them 808's not In with the snur drum |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[Chingy]
Whats up yall? Its Chingy slot-a-lot in tha house We got Jackpot the pimp in the back.(Hey wats up young playas?) We came here today, to address a certain issue, that all you young playas need to kno 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 (you tell her) Trick get back (uh) Trick get back (you tell her) Trick get back, For ya ass get smacked (you tell her) Trick get back (what) Trick get back (you tell her) Trick get back, For ya head get cracked [Verse 1] You can't fool me hoe With 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 why i diss ya Imma paint a picture Didn't dem gang hit ya Now you want me to play suga 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 of durr (truth of durr) Is it true that you gave head in tha phone booth Girl that shit ain't cute, but aww you don't curr When i'm out i see you shurr I don't wanna fuck i wanna get in them pockets by reverse psychology Ain't too furr I claim hip My set ya strip I check my grip Trick, send out them lips and them hips Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] [Verse 2] Done wit that depressiments Young minded aggresive shit Cats seein to touch her clit Really don't kno who you messin wit Yall this ain't no sexual shit Huh disrepectful bitch Take a look at my neck-a-lace Betta than what you get up for breakfast You can let them passers hit Till you reach my measurments Neva dealt wit pressure pimp Advertizing don't neva simp Girls talk Doods do it I ain't herre to impress a chick My lesson is neva sweat a chick Put 'em up first like leadament Im a better rich She betta then Girl lets freak than exit chick She like to be rubbed with paniten Talk what she like and get a answer Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] [Verse 3] They did us so many times i gotta do these hoes Quit lookin at me all funny i don't curr if you these hoes This is how i view these hoes Came to chose these hoes Use these hoes for what they worth then lose these hoes They filled with two piece hoes I know that you O's In my check book and my net is usually froze I like a groupie hoe Just come to me show Hit and run wit out child support Now sue me hoe, cos Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
[Chingy]
Whats up yall? Its Chingy slot-a-lot in tha house We got Jackpot the pimp in the back.(Hey wats up young playas?) We came here today, to address a certain issue, that all you young playas need to kno 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 (you tell her) Trick get back (uh) Trick get back (you tell her) Trick get back, For ya ass get smacked (you tell her) Trick get back (what) Trick get back (you tell her) Trick get back, For ya head get cracked [Verse 1] You can't fool me hoe With 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 why i diss ya Imma paint a picture Didn't dem gang hit ya Now you want me to play suga 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 of durr (truth of durr) Is it true that you gave head in tha phone booth Girl that shit ain't cute, but aww you don't curr When i'm out i see you shurr I don't wanna fuck i wanna get in them pockets by reverse psychology Ain't too furr I claim hip My set ya strip I check my grip Trick, send out them lips and them hips Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] [Verse 2] Done wit that depressiments Young minded aggresive shit Cats seein to touch her clit Really don't kno who you messin wit Yall this ain't no sexual shit Huh disrepectful bitch Take a look at my neck-a-lace Betta than what you get up for breakfast You can let them passers hit Till you reach my measurments Neva dealt wit pressure pimp Advertizing don't neva simp Girls talk Doods do it I ain't herre to impress a chick My lesson is neva sweat a chick Put 'em up first like leadament Im a better rich She betta then Girl lets freak than exit chick She like to be rubbed with paniten Talk what she like and get a answer Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] [Verse 3] They did us so many times i gotta do these hoes Quit lookin at me all funny i don't curr if you these hoes This is how i view these hoes Came to chose these hoes Use these hoes for what they worth then lose these hoes They filled with two piece hoes I know that you O's In my check book and my net is usually froze I like a groupie hoe Just come to me show Hit and run wit out child support Now sue me hoe, cos Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
hey whats up with the ladies and gentlemen this evening ya dig.
I'm jackpot the pimp steppin in for a minute screamin at ya'll ya dig. The one that taught the mack how to mack and the one that taught supafly how to flap his motherfuckin wings. Yes in the flesh its me jackpot the motherfuckin pimp. I see some of you players got you hoes walkin around and they movin too motherfuckin slow. The bitch must got bricks on her motherfuckin feet. Well check this out nigga. If you got a crease in your motherfuckin shoes well your walkin too much and you ain't no real pimp. Man look I got hoes who drive me around in a deville lac with the motherfuckin wheel on the back and bitch I'm kickin my gators off with my feet on a mink motherfuckin rug ya understand. And you got to understand this pimpin is real, ya dig. Nigga I eat sleep and breathe pussy motherfucker. Fuck the stock market I'm down with the cock market ya dig it. Niggas talkin about it's a drought. Nigga it aint no drought I'm bringin them hoes in and I'm bringin them hoes out. Bitch you need to be all you can be but this aint the us navy bitch this the us pay me. I got 22 bitches coast to coast bring me 10 cent a mother fuckin week. Lets do the math that's 10 g's times 52 that's over half a million dollars a year. Bitch come here |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Chingy track stars (how many rides you got Dirty?)
Well I got a caprice on 24's I got a range rover with spinners I got a impala with beat lets go [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away all my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do Kno this might be a single when I walk my chains on so they might jingle when she Give me brain zone aint a hater bo wurr my crew so Famous and cant go no where in the Lou u name from Mall to the gas station them people be waitin To see me hop in something hatin on them dudes Through skatin (errrrt) runnin it like walter Payton And tell u im so blatin f**k em the paper im savin In my bank account is amazing I ratin my self on Twenties and takin my self on twenties And doin this show for twenty and holla At tit and twenties and about money I gots to make and stack a couple hundred Mill and take myself a break. [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] Yo peace to Ence locked up I gotta sell it that caprice in my yard and lou it Dropped top graphics man its hard custom Made interior dirty it the shit ratin spiners spokes 24's On it yep yep got a TV in the sterrin wheel like luda and if u Run up on me look dirty ill shoot ya tip one on my customized Pates slidin a lot of bottles don't never some fake I bout to hit Lillian just Past Claxton if and where the piece that's better than Toni braxton hater rite to whip a few them folk the Teams bump I got them three amps and woofers in my trunk yea I kno U money hungry hoes wanna roll trick u kno I ride nuttin less than them dubs. [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] Get down But I don't Break it down trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do 300 hemi looking good Range sittin on them thangs looking good 100 pounds around my neck looking good Cowards tryin to run Up I wish u would I roll with nuttin but ballers on 26's With them chrome less rims get on the truck Get them heffers hypnotized quick Candy color paint makin them chicks faint. In theres bras on my truck every time im steppin into my whip O.G. boo's we risk money makin u fools sick us slingin There my dirtsy flingin some hoes bricks I don't give a Damn if u don't give a damn im ma stunt im gunna Gloss till coward kno who I am cars, clothes, money, ice, Straps, clips, hoes, dykes, Magnums, freaks, house, pikes, 1.5 life [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Chingy track stars (how many rides you got Dirty?)
Well I got a caprice on 24's I got a range rover with spinners I got a impala with beat lets go [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away all my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do Kno this might be a single when I walk my chains on so they might jingle when she Give me brain zone aint a hater bo wurr my crew so Famous and cant go no where in the Lou u name from Mall to the gas station them people be waitin To see me hop in something hatin on them dudes Through skatin (errrrt) runnin it like walter Payton And tell u im so blatin f**k em the paper im savin In my bank account is amazing I ratin my self on Twenties and takin my self on twenties And doin this show for twenty and holla At tit and twenties and about money I gots to make and stack a couple hundred Mill and take myself a break. [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] Yo peace to Ence locked up I gotta sell it that caprice in my yard and lou it Dropped top graphics man its hard custom Made interior dirty it the shit ratin spiners spokes 24's On it yep yep got a TV in the sterrin wheel like luda and if u Run up on me look dirty ill shoot ya tip one on my customized Pates slidin a lot of bottles don't never some fake I bout to hit Lillian just Past Claxton if and where the piece that's better than Toni braxton hater rite to whip a few them folk the Teams bump I got them three amps and woofers in my trunk yea I kno U money hungry hoes wanna roll trick u kno I ride nuttin less than them dubs. [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] Get down But I don't Break it down trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do 300 hemi looking good Range sittin on them thangs looking good 100 pounds around my neck looking good Cowards tryin to run Up I wish u would I roll with nuttin but ballers on 26's With them chrome less rims get on the truck Get them heffers hypnotized quick Candy color paint makin them chicks faint. In theres bras on my truck every time im steppin into my whip O.G. boo's we risk money makin u fools sick us slingin There my dirtsy flingin some hoes bricks I don't give a Damn if u don't give a damn im ma stunt im gunna Gloss till coward kno who I am cars, clothes, money, ice, Straps, clips, hoes, dykes, Magnums, freaks, house, pikes, 1.5 life [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
Either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what's going on in the hood. Uh Uh, yeah, uh yeah yeah this your boy chingaling man, need to talk to the world real quick, talk to em man, you know we got a lot of problems going on in the inner city, in the ghetto, in the hood, they ain't hearin you, ain't nobody touchin on, democrats, republicans, all those folks, you know they don't care what's going on in the ghetto anyway. Errday I wake up with a regular mentality, but I'm a target on the street and that's just reality, cats in the ghetto ain't never had a high salary, except makin deals and selling blow in the alley, see the system was made for us to fail, look at the jails, overpopulated with mexicans and young black males, I ain't tellin the tale, so we choose heaven or hell, don't care about letters from school, we'd rather get street mail, I been a witness to some murders snitchin I do without it, but then I wonder why the damn police don't do nothing about it, go to the unemployment office, hell yeah it's crowded, our hoods takin wrong turns now it's time to reroute it, I know a lil dude 13, carry a burner dropped out of school, teacher said he wasn't a fast learner, sometimes I wonder in 20 years I wonder where we gon be, when I say we, I mean my black community, ya digg. They don't know, how it feels to hurt so long, cause they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through. Pardon my french but I don't think we ready for a lady president, it's evident that it's a mans world so that's irrelevant, the system think we all niggas and we not intellegent, but martin luther and malcolm taught me before I'm heavensent, the girls havin kids and they still some kids, poppin them out one after another like that's what it is, it's innocent cats doin bizz, they just tryin to life, and the police don't even know if the crime they did, it's got my brain in a twist, so I'm twistin a; eaf, on my balcony smokin and drinkin trying to see some relief, if I can change our neighborhoods I would, put that on me, this world messed up, and that stevie wonder can see, so to my dogs locked down set ya mind free, cause you and I don't even believe you can get your degree, sometimes I wonder in 20 years where we gon be, and when I say we I mean my black community, let's go. They don't know, how it feels to hurt so long, cause they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through. I twist the cap off the bottle, take a sip and see tomorrow, like pac, wash away the sorrow while police hit the block, I be up all night, askin god for the truth, he told me thinking translated in my own words in the booth, try to reach the youth, cause that's what matters today, I'm ain't too religious but I get on my knees and pray, sometimes I wonder in 20 years where we gon be, I ain't gotta wonder no more, my people rollin with me, yeah. They don't know, how it feels to hurt so long, cause they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through. Yeah, they'll never come through wo oh oh, they don't know about this thing |
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from Chingy - Holidae Inn [Clean Version] [single] (2004)
(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 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 270 needin' Natural Bridge Road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a get 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 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 wild'n 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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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
[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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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[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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from Chingy - Holidae In [single] (2003)
[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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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[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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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[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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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
He's Herre
Uh...Uh...Uh..He's herre...He's Herre...He's Herre He..is..herre..is he..really? (Chorus) Don't be scurred now Got it made now Come to lay it down He..is..herre 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) |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
He's Herre
Uh...Uh...Uh..He's herre...He's Herre...He's Herre He..is..herre..is he..really? (Chorus) Don't be scurred now Got it made now Come to lay it down He..is..herre 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) |
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