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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 2 Fast 2 Furious (분노의 질주 2) by David Arnold [ost] (2003)
Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh.... Hope you know how to get it Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, its like this... [ ] We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it [After every line in ] [ One: Chingy] I'm on top of my game Droppin' the flame My name, got me dodgin' the fame Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin' Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin' Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke Cuz I'm... [ ] Gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it |
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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 Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. G.I.B.)
Fall in Fall in Pussy niggas (6x) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse 1: Retaliation is a must Im keepin it gutta bra Anybody talkin shit, yeah im runnin up on ya Banga keep it by my side hundred stacks don't fold right Girl i know yo feet hurt, how you gone stay by my side If you aint gettin it, im about ta roll ya right Like a dodgy blunt (ho) ? pick'in thrown off the side Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them (whoo ? oo ? oo) Verse Two: Do'in it like Donald Trump I'm send'in this one to the women with body And all my hustla's with the grill front Thats got check / But it ain't gonna last for four months Bought a chain ? that's some cardy-?) of grain (get it main) Don't stunt / Get wit my beats in the four blunts-?) Leave with your cunt Heads up ? must of broke one Yeah it's official now (? official now) / Blow your whistle now (? whistle now) I got a rifle to tell 'em blow your whistle now-?) When I'm chill'in (when I'm chill'in) / Half fill'in (half fill'in) Real good watch'in flat screens on the ceil'in Big wheel'in (big wheel'in) / Quarter melon (quarter melon) Three hundred c ? plus tar-?) spill'in (?) (bitch!) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse Three: But it depends (? it depends) / On how I feel (? how I feel) And how you been in the past either your fake or your real I don't deal / With whole niggas Cuz whole niggas they / Hamper-?) Dre like they're bigger than they really are Ride'in in my fast car like Tracy Chapmen I'm simply rapp'in Given the world pure satisfaction If action is what you like to do Then play your role Cause I'm tired of niggas com'in in my life (play 'em whole.-?) Chorus:1x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[Intro:]
You know the definition... of a Balla That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y Lemme explain it to you though [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scarred I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 1:] Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty) I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me) And ya Prada lookin flashy Errthang on ya mind jus ask me I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh) Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag Both sittin on chrome Mags Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy? All I need is one night, just to hit it boy After the club we can take it to a five star telly Get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready For a episode you prolly won't come - back from Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up) The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.) From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin' We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin' All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay) And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play) Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay) Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day) Lettin' rounds off in em like a A.K. You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay? Whatchu say? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 3:] I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian Japanese, chinese, or even asian It don't matta what color on this occasian Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin Instead of GOD it's me these girls praisin'. Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn. 5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in. I'mma pimp... I'mma keep on playin'. You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night) I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe) Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight) Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr, You betta getcha mind right cuz... [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) |
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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)
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)
(feat. Janet Jackson)
Chingy: Eh, wassup? You haven't been talkin' to me for a couple of days But it's all good I just wanted to let you know that I know, I do some things that's wrong You do some things that's wrong You know what I'm sayin? We ain't perfect We all make mistakes Nah nah nah, hold on I'm talkin' to you Don't just be tryna' leave and stuff like that I'm talkin' to you I'm tryna make things better for me and you Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: Now that we together girl the light's so bright It took a lil' time but now the feelin so right Remember when I snuck through your window at night? Bringin' you flowers and candy Me and you sippin' on Brandy Plus I appreciate the love on sight Huggin' me, holdin' me Fix dinner, so polite (thank you baby) Even when them stupid pigs was tryna sue me Forget about friends and family You tha one that knew me The way you smile at me Keep me feelin' alright This ain't about furs, fancy cars, or ICE So I'm dedicatin' this to my female friend Sincerely yours Words can't express my feelings within Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: We human so we gon' fight and fuss at each other He told me you trippin' but girl don't worry bout my brother We have a argument, it drive me to go out You my flesh, so me and another woman won't BOUT (bout meaning Thinkin' bout the times when you flew to my house Gonna give you everything that you want This man ain't a mouse Am I cheatin'? Hell naw, hope you got no doubts Rose petals in tha tub Baby, unbutton that blouse Wait, better yet, come ON YOU HUNGRY? LETS GO eat at Mr. Chow's Know you love me When you mad, you don't get loud So I'm dedicatin' this to my female friend Sincerely yours Words can't express my feelin' within Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: I like your style, your grace, your beautiful face, your essence Your size, your shape, this beautiful place, a blessin' Your weight, your waist, your delicious taste, perfecting Your height, your sight, with my life as your protection So sweet like CANDY, let's raise a family in Miami Where the beach so sandy, toast two champagne glasses, you and me Your scent, like the smell of fresh AIR (pronounced URR) of relief And for you I go over my budget No I ain't CHEAP Can't stop grindin'til I get EVERY(pronounced ERRY) RECORD to the top Just Know that you on my mind erry second on the clock Tick tock, if you ever need help, scream (Oooh) And I come runnin for my life,to trade it in for your dreams |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. David Banner, Nate Dogg)
(Verse One) (Chingy) Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss Got alot on my plate breakfast,lunch and dinner Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i'm a winner On my block it's lil kids pulling pistol's In Iraq it's innocent kids dying from missoles That's why i'm back and taking the title from those before me Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop But I'm ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots To my cousin thats lock come back soon tome rest in peace to my rilla roc I'm a affilated hustler so keep ya talk to a minnium Hate on me first class to ya grave i'm sending em Give me the rock and i'ma run it back To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack where you at. (Nate Dogg) (Hook) Back one more again it's Nate Dogg One day I might stop but not now My game to damn strong to be stopped Got hoes every place that i stop Got beef tell you what I'm gon do Call up David Banner and demoish ya crew (David Banner) Man them laws looking for me man (Nate Dogg) Rob to Mississippi All The Way To St.Lou (Verse Two) Stressing bout to take 4 blunts to the head Making a revoulution listening to dead prez He say, She say i don't curr what they said Number 1 hustler said equpt with the bread IRS tripping so fuck the FEDS Taking shit to these devils cut off my legs Lord don't let em put me in my death bed For my son,nieces and newphens life I plede Sit drinking yak till my eyes get red Pass me a clip I'm a magnum to the lead I hope society will let my love spread Cause my lil cousin steadily thugging before they go I'm dead. (Hook) (Verse Three) (G.I.B.) we take no shit from No nigga that's flossin |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[hook]
Yall ride 18's we ride 26's Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches Yall ride 18's we ride 26's Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches [verse 1 - chingy] Im the wrong balla to flex with Diamond stud earings and neckless And my truck on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to texas yep im on there trowing up my set shit Spinnas with the color trim ho's breathless Paint shinning brite like morning breakfast Once i slide up in the party pull the best bitch Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant Run game on a trick like check this She seen the atm recipt and got wet with shit She in a lexus told her park her whip 270 im bout to exit I can bet a grip she work her hands and lips Like a porno star who cares if her man a trip I can handle it its so scandelous [hook 2X] [verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I got them thing conpocky on a rubberband skinny I pull up laughing at another man 20's (ha) Yep the yunger man i run the dam city I gotta pocket fulla hundreds fifty's rubberband 20's Peep the shoes these is huge Im probably on the service road nigga speeding in cruise I bleed and bruise of reaching fools So dont reach u aint talking bout money then dont speak Dont preach church don wan taught me that The bitches had me gone but the money brought me back Im seeing crome and i do them runs flat President tent front back Man i wish them old b p's come back but i roll on em Hundrend spoke big d's tripple gold homie No homie my rims aint twizzles But dont get it twisted them is 26's [hook 2X] [verse 3 - chingy] Vroom vroom hear me start it up Let the louis vuitton interior soak plus With the red piping got 2 ho's diking Dirty try to jack me yes i'll bust Got cars and trucks All type of stuff And a h3t if that aint enough Bout to hit the park with a 12 pack getting drunk Hataz breaking they neck cause they know whats up Im posted up with 4 toasters bra Test me faget if u think im a joke to ya All my cats ride big in the lou u know Should be against the law the way i floss sew me ho B-a-l-l-a me Giovanni keep these walls going crazy Big baby im the same g Add another tre to that 23 cuz [hook 2X] |
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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)
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)
Chorus:
Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it) Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me) All my people see (y'all don't really want it) Betta not f**k wit me ('cause our hood is on it) (repeat) Verse 1: I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes Make money with my partners as I murder my foes In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper Its G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper (?) will chop his fingers with an axe These trick-ass cowards should be wearin tampax What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story Man I'm knockin cowards off of my riders before me Lay it down muthaf**ka and quit bumpin your gums, Aint no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs (chorus) Verse 2: Police say G.I.B. is a game But we hooded up doin our family thing Straight up hang and swang in the city of ? Increasin my change to an impeccable range That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release Whether East or West, I envision a check That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey So where's my prey 'cause it's possible for me to be poppin today I'll keep rockin the ? in the home of your place Bet you won't wanna stay Keep the chrome in your face Betta watch what you say, hey (chorus) Verse 3: I'm ? Disturbin the streets Money's my mission but the way I live aint no guarantees Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat But I don't play when it comes to my meat Like the ? brothers, leave 'em layin between the sheets See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat (chorus) Verse:4 I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin And for that player-hatin testin, you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson 'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot Plenty G's plus a silly G to get your ass-knot Ridin in a minivan, contraband in my hand Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers From the WMPG, Northside ? street Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas (chorus) (chorus) |
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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)
[Intro:]
You know the definition... of a Balla That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y Lemme explain it to you though [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scarred I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 1:] Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty) I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me) And ya Prada lookin flashy Errthang on ya mind jus ask me I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh) Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag Both sittin on chrome Mags Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy? All I need is one night, just to hit it boy After the club we can take it to a five star telly Get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready For a episode you prolly won't come - back from Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up) The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.) From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin' We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin' All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay) And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play) Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay) Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day) Lettin' rounds off in em like a A.K. You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay? Whatchu say? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 3:] I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian Japanese, chinese, or even asian It don't matta what color on this occasian Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin Instead of GOD it's me these girls praisin'. Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn. 5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in. I'mma pimp... I'mma keep on playin'. You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night) I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe) Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight) Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr, You betta getcha mind right cuz... [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Yes(get it boyz)its ya boy chingy once again(chingaling)represtentin that STL,you kno wut im sayin,trackstarz,got to adresse these issues wit these ol fake ass niggaz and bitches dirty yo
[chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me [verse 1] Im tha same cat tho some of yall Changed before 106 and park i was stuck In tha grane see these record labels and Exzits got me insane,mo money mo,now Watch how my money grow, and all These wack rappaz i gorge em real Slow,yea i slung blow,hung on tha Fo,cocked 44's and kicked down Dooz,robbed liquor stoze,threw my Bowz,dealt wit cats who put shit in they Noze,at tha age 8 i wuz ridin in a Rolls,bitches stay mad,cuz i aint tha Dad,of they child,but bitch look herr dat 1 and park wild [chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me (go head)cuz im out herr hustil gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me [verse 2] All i do is listen to headphones and get On airplanes,one album made me rich i Know it aint a ferr game(nuh uh), i aint Got no sperr change,me and my cats Your thang(4's up),ya twinz get on ya Kneez tell me whats on your brain,we Hop in tha range,wit them rimz dat Move,im a mechanic couse i keep them Handy man toolz,hommie i cant lose i Choose to crush crewz(crush em)come at Me sidewayz get yo,peanut bruised,all i Eva wanted was a house on the hillz,but How i end up wit 4 carz, 4 braudz and 4 Mill(thats right) [chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby, i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you play me [verse 3] I gotta few friendz,i gotta few Endz,enough to buy dat blue benz wit Alot of blue trim,yes some new Rimz,spreewellz do spin,berry blue ginn Mixed wit cherr coke hynn,i passed tha Dope men,the crack house juss got Broke in,us they provokin,leave pistols Smokin,they choze me to play tha game Herr go my token,no bring no men,come To my show then,see dont cha head be Open from tha lead im throwin u gon die From chockin wit slow wind,im doin this One herr, on the strenth of yo sins,if ya Talk shit,hommie check dis no win,the IRS gotta tab and i owe them,my Peeps,hand out to so now i got no Friendz, tha streets tellin em watch it and I aint jokin,for my son to have a future Dats what in hopin..soo [chorusx4] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head) cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me |
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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 - 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 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 Coach Carter (코치 카터) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2005) | |||||
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[Chorus:]
Throw it to me baby, I'm a runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? x2 Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. [Verse:] Hat cocked hard headed from tha bad block Reds flocked i'm star studded like my shamrock Off top when I drop them bras need to pop I told her dont stop man have you seen her pop? God damn she hit the fan cant catch her dirty I can, cause im the man, I am I dont slow dance I 2 step Tryin to chill n post up but dat Grey Goose crept Up on me now lil mama lookin like she want this Once I am up to bat when I hit I dont miss And maybe u can leave wit me And dont worry about nothin a couple of gs wit me (Now let me see you) [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. Its too many niggas and not enough hoe's Soon as I come through tha door Them heffers pullin on my clothes White t, crispy nikes wit some red and blue girbauds Hustle a piece of game and dont be mad cuz she chose Ching a ling, stay on tha scene Ring diamonds in my pinky ring You know they mean Brush my shoulders off I stay clean, look how I gleam Keep a gang of chickens on my team, ya know wat I mean? You a jazzy girl, its your world Im just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel Better yet i tell ya what, ima give yo ass a referal Come to my office in tha back and gon get it girl [Break] Shake it twist it, Twish it shake it You got a fine body, why dont u back dat thing up Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up If you throw it my way ima snatch dat thing up Once I beat it up dem docs gon have to patch dat thing up Yeah, I bet ya never met a playa like me Tryin to get in dem pants I might be Pass it to be like im Bousier Let me ram it until I bring that ass to a closer [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Yes,
Hey yo, what up This one for all my homeboys across the world, right, been through some shit. I know you've all had a lot on your mind, man. Had a lot of struggles you went through in your life. Keep your head up dirty. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) See the star was born. Don't think nobody notice. Goin' through these trials and tribulations kept me on focus. Tried to do a 9-5, but where's the money? Coming to work damn near bumming, people thinkin' it's funny (haha). I'm fed up. Plus my homies sellin' crack doin good. Now I'm thinking fuck doing it legal bring it back to the hood. Man it's hell, you see, wasn't no woman there for me. I ain't got shit but a dream, that's why they chose to ignore me. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Hey Now I'm on the block pumping rocks toting blocks. Grand-mama on my head, I'm ducking and dodging the cops. All cuz I'm trying to make a living (living). Consequences of that: end up dead or in prison, ain't shit given. I done struggled too long not to floss and get on. Imma get it with the double, if not the microphone.I'm headstrong plus I'm out for those dead presidents. And the government ain't doing shit for my residence. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) It's been a long time coming (yeah we struggled) It's been a bumpy ride (but we gonna make it) So these wheels will keep on turning (say what) till the day I die (ride with me fo a minute yall). [x2] Chuch Now my homies busted and getting shot at it's getting serious. Plus I'm praying but they breaking down in tears. See now that I'm on, people think money make you proud. But I've been struggling trying to come up since I was a child. Who are you to judge me for my sins and what I did wrong. I'm trying to live don't my mama singing a sad song. They say look out for your family and so I try to shurr. Look Tommy I miss you but I'll see you when I get thurr. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Hey, I'm dedicating this song to everybody that lost a loved one, to the people in 9-11, hurricane katrina, all the folks that lost folks that they care about, and if you down yourself, you got somebody that's down, you tryin to bring they spirits up, this for yall man. I know you can relate to my pain so just feel your boy ching-a-ling man I do this for all yall. Chuch. |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[JD]
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans How da how da hell did you get all of that in dem jeans Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo [Chingy] Prada,Gucci Tell me what you like Coach bag With the shoes To match Forget the price Marc Jacob shades 50 karats all ice Model in dem jeans for me Luxuri now thats your life Thats the type of shit im on Let me see you get them on Back it up a bit Yeah thats it Cuz I can see your thong Carmale skin tone Daum you look like Nia Long Dont be actin like that lil mama Cuz I can leave you 'lone MIx the lime with that Patron Thats what we drinkin on SHe wanna go out to eat But me JD I'm think home Just so I can see 'em off But what the hell we both grown Wearin' dem jean like that Will make me take trips with you to Rome Hey now {Hey Hey} Hey now {Hey} You know they thick from the STL to the A~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {Hey} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up [JD] Now Now Now When walkin' girl And you make it swirl Its hard for me not to look And I want you in my world Bubbled up {ooo} Pokin out {Hey} Lickin' my lip sayin Shawaty swing it my way Daum ma How the hell you get all that in Dem pants ma Hope you aint up in here with your man ma I love it when you wiggle it Shake it Drop it and do your little dance True Religion, 7's Or dem rocking Republics Or the ones that fit the best And show it just how we love it Know just how to hug it Know just how to cup it When you walk away it make me wann rub it Hey now {HEy Hey} Hey now {HEy} You know they thick from A~Town down to H~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {HEy} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up |
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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 - 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 (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 (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)
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 - 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 (2003)
[Robotic voice]
This is another Trak Star production [Record scratching] [Chingy] Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh Who am I? [HOOK X2: Chingy] + (Girl) (Chingy) what's up? (Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno (Is it because you've been smoking and drinking?) Maybe so (I've been thinking) huh? (Maybe you come get me) and do what? (Round the town, then take me home and eat me) Okay [Record scratches at end of hook] [Verse 1: Chingy] Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop Rag top on the jag drop, uh Phat stop you know that's hot, huh Mack spinnin wit the piece in my pocket People hop out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw) For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topic Let the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I get Once my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch it Vok?, yeah I rock it Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick 'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it I threw the key to the city, since I locked it Girl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quiz I get multiple choice head, derty watch this [HOOK] - X2 [Verse 2: Chingy] They tell me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rush Errything I do is top secret, that's on the hush (shhhh) Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women blush From 314 to 617, gotta give it up Treat my women like a structure, workers work the streets Twerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feet Hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night Hearr the slots ring all night But if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all night We keep Atlanta throwin bows And New Orleans, we got the thugs showin golds Take it to New York, and party at Madison Squarre We'll hit Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairr No hatin on my part, let the ceremony start Crowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the Arch STL, where I dwell, Northside of the streets They keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh [HOOK] - X2 [Verse 3: Chingy] Uh, I got tired of being broke dogg (fa sho) Ice Sleeve won't you pass me some smoke dogg Can I come up without jealousy? "You ain't gon make it", what they tellin me So I showed them, it ain't that hard Can't play me, cuz I ain't got a whole card Got Lee way in my hometown (STL) No mo' jokin cuz it's on now Who gon' stop, me not a soul Strap, in, now, let's, roll Keep it, real, what-eva I do Got's up Keith, comin from U Squash that, mind ya own, beats There's a new ching, in the streets Watch ya step, or I'll ruin ya rep Now let's "get it" like Puff and G-Dep [HOOK] - X2 [Chingy] Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh Who am I? |
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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 - 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 - Jackpot (2003)
o shoot nigga shoot, dats a fo',dats a fo'
you know dat aint gonna fo', there you go you gonna fo wit a three put six hundred down money on the what? money on da what? it's all good let up the muthaf**kin' yard don't talk about it, bet about it aaahhh shut up nigga quit ridin' my nutz gonna do it right hurr, gonna do it right hurr you want the seven, want the seven. slide it out niggaz 3 hoes and a pimp BIOTCH Damn shoot nigga, shoot f**k dat I got a thousand I gotta thousand nigga shoot shut up nigga, shut up nigga whateva nigga I got the roll over ya muthaf**kin ass,baby 3 hoes and a pimp,bitch man, chingy gettin it lets go aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh....
Hope you know how to get it Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, its like this... (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse One: Chingy) I'm on top of my game Droppin' the flame My name, got me dodgin' the fame Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin' Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin' Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke Cuz I'm... (Hook) Gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse 2: Chingy)(girl) Breakin' niggaz wit the flow Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+ Floatin' through the 3 by 4 Rim cocked to my left low I'm the boy that got dough Talk to my dirty mo Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo Painted bracelet, can't you taste it More powerful than the +Matrix+ Cats they get dropped from they label I'm herre now, now they in basics Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I'll see you ladies Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other(Tires screeching) Now I got a bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh) (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse 3: Chingy) We gettin' in, the Lou Twenty-twos, on old school They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules They gettin' it in Chicago, playas holdin' it down They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound They gettin' it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it They gettin' it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit They gettin' it in Detroit, thuggin', ballin' and spendin' (Whoaa!) They gettin' it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin' They gettin' it in Caley High, rollin' and bangin' They gettin' it in Atlanta, 'thorities watchin' me drankin' They gettin' it in Las Vegas, them team heard of slots They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' up they flop(unh) (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it |
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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 - 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 (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 (2003)
Bagg Up
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, uh uh, Bounce Sraight playa baby, Two rides outside with that OG ride I'm high but it's all gravy Snake skins no Timbaland boots get lou I'll shoot if you try to play me Get clout when i'm out, Money what i'm all about In a world that's soo shady Peek this Streetness, never had a weekness weeth this. I do this daily Follow my whole set, bottles of mo' wet, bet Until they lay me, 6 feet under dirt I'm the one with the worth, got hits but don't try to spray me If i lack keep straps it's a rap gimme dat you can roll wit me Yeah, maybe Hey the streets is mine like mix tapes with that MC grind Don't play crazy (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Maroon rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. Everybody talkin since they see i'm on a roll Touch what's mine and you gon' end up gettin mowed Ladies, they love me like they just found a pot of gold Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe You can be hot, i'm what you not and thats old Cold wit the flow, flow wit a cold, sick Baby say she neva drove a stick And since she was on top of me, back seat of da 6 It's, goin' down around these parts, Nobody liked me til' i got the deal so don't start Is it different? Is it dope? I don't know? What you rappin about is way too funky for u to smell What I'm rappin about Juss Chingy Baby (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. How many MC's must get dissed? For hatin' on the mvp new draft pick Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist? I'm sorry, i'm the glitter that your girl seein' gliss Man with da big fish, I hit, I don't miss Sorta like Starks shootin' 3's for the Knicks Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss In da field, like you fell off a tall clif. I'm a bully like Dip, I sink yo ship 6 o'clock from the clip if you pop up a lip It's Chingy Baby (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. Bagg up (4X) |
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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 - 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 - 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 Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Mannnn I Been Waiting On This Nigga And Waiting On This Nigga I Benn Waiting Since 2:00 Now It's 6:00 And He Still Not Here Is That That Nigga Yea That's That Nigga Ay Nigga Can I Get Out The Caryea Shit Yea I Just Came From My Baby Mama Brother Cousin House Wat Her Mama Was Cooking We Was Eating Oh I Can Can Understand Oh Snap Guess Who I Seen Over Thurr Who That Nigga Chingy And Them Get It Boys He Was Over Thurr Flossing Off At The Talking Bout How He Getting It And How He Had The First Spinners
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[Intro]
Its your boy chingy Representin the king G.I.B. git it boys Stop hatin' derrty And maybe you can get some in your life playa [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo [verse 1] Uhu 4 point 6, dodge in the dits Trunck full of brick, enought to build a house To give cat a fix, grand barry six I gave it to my bitch, but thats how it goes When a playa rich, On the mound i pitch, Call me mr. quick, In a fast lick (skert, skert) Whips, Flyin past grams Derrty i'm the man That ya don't understand Back in hand If the club wit me Pop a bottle wit me Niggaz got a problem Tell'em come get me The git it boys hurr And you know We from that 314, [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo See some cats don't understand How i got this and i got that Derrty i laid back Handle my business Don't bother nobody, don't be hatin and backstabin unlike you fake ass niggaz do [verse 2] Damn boy wounder A C3 hummer Got for the summer You won't want my number Don't need that skeka More friends niether Tramps want a dollar Thats why i holla Young donald trump Back on this grizzle Kick in it wit banner Down in mississippi Man i'm world wide Carryin a 4.5. Doin this for life Am i a pro Right 49 hundred Biggest street reppers Waters think they hot Bout as hot as peppers Better in my basement For you funky hoes Chingy ain't gettin it Trick gon buy some clothes [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo Haha Here i come man and ya probely sick of me I'm in your face all the time when you be sittin at home ?? G.I.B. [Verse 3] Screw Bill gates Chain and face Name in place In case of anger face Bing in the scoop Scale with the doop A bell with a coke Therd by the loab Off in my loaf Yall rappers think ya'll hard I know ya'll soft Its chingy Ya'll hoes act for me So i'm gone give it to'em Like ron jeromey Mo clarony Don't slide up Big cowerd behind me In da rolls ride up The sides so rough Its st. louis Fussed up grades Im bout to run for the ciminal of state [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. G.I.B.)
Fall in Fall in Pussy niggas (6x) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse 1: Retaliation is a must Im keepin it gutta bra Anybody talkin shit, yeah im runnin up on ya Banga keep it by my side hundred stacks don't fold right Girl i know yo feet hurt, how you gone stay by my side If you aint gettin it, im about ta roll ya right Like a dodgy blunt (ho) ? pick'in thrown off the side Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them (whoo ? oo ? oo) Verse Two: Do'in it like Donald Trump I'm send'in this one to the women with body And all my hustla's with the grill front Thats got check / But it ain't gonna last for four months Bought a chain ? that's some cardy-?) of grain (get it main) Don't stunt / Get wit my beats in the four blunts-?) Leave with your cunt Heads up ? must of broke one Yeah it's official now (? official now) / Blow your whistle now (? whistle now) I got a rifle to tell 'em blow your whistle now-?) When I'm chill'in (when I'm chill'in) / Half fill'in (half fill'in) Real good watch'in flat screens on the ceil'in Big wheel'in (big wheel'in) / Quarter melon (quarter melon) Three hundred c ? plus tar-?) spill'in (?) (bitch!) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse Three: But it depends (? it depends) / On how I feel (? how I feel) And how you been in the past either your fake or your real I don't deal / With whole niggas Cuz whole niggas they / Hamper-?) Dre like they're bigger than they really are Ride'in in my fast car like Tracy Chapmen I'm simply rapp'in Given the world pure satisfaction If action is what you like to do Then play your role Cause I'm tired of niggas com'in in my life (play 'em whole.-?) Chorus:1x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[Intro:]
You know the definition... of a Balla That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y Lemme explain it to you though [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scarred I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 1:] Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty) I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me) And ya Prada lookin flashy Errthang on ya mind jus ask me I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh) Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag Both sittin on chrome Mags Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy? All I need is one night, just to hit it boy After the club we can take it to a five star telly Get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready For a episode you prolly won't come - back from Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up) The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.) From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin' We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin' All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay) And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play) Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay) Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day) Lettin' rounds off in em like a A.K. You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay? Whatchu say? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 3:] I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian Japanese, chinese, or even asian It don't matta what color on this occasian Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin Instead of GOD it's me these girls praisin'. Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn. 5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in. I'mma pimp... I'mma keep on playin'. You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night) I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe) Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight) Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr, You betta getcha mind right cuz... [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) |
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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) | |||||
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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)
(feat. Janet Jackson)
Chingy: Eh, wassup? You haven't been talkin' to me for a couple of days But it's all good I just wanted to let you know that I know, I do some things that's wrong You do some things that's wrong You know what I'm sayin? We ain't perfect We all make mistakes Nah nah nah, hold on I'm talkin' to you Don't just be tryna' leave and stuff like that I'm talkin' to you I'm tryna make things better for me and you Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: Now that we together girl the light's so bright It took a lil' time but now the feelin so right Remember when I snuck through your window at night? Bringin' you flowers and candy Me and you sippin' on Brandy Plus I appreciate the love on sight Huggin' me, holdin' me Fix dinner, so polite (thank you baby) Even when them stupid pigs was tryna sue me Forget about friends and family You tha one that knew me The way you smile at me Keep me feelin' alright This ain't about furs, fancy cars, or ICE So I'm dedicatin' this to my female friend Sincerely yours Words can't express my feelings within Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: We human so we gon' fight and fuss at each other He told me you trippin' but girl don't worry bout my brother We have a argument, it drive me to go out You my flesh, so me and another woman won't BOUT (bout meaning Thinkin' bout the times when you flew to my house Gonna give you everything that you want This man ain't a mouse Am I cheatin'? Hell naw, hope you got no doubts Rose petals in tha tub Baby, unbutton that blouse Wait, better yet, come ON YOU HUNGRY? LETS GO eat at Mr. Chow's Know you love me When you mad, you don't get loud So I'm dedicatin' this to my female friend Sincerely yours Words can't express my feelin' within Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: I like your style, your grace, your beautiful face, your essence Your size, your shape, this beautiful place, a blessin' Your weight, your waist, your delicious taste, perfecting Your height, your sight, with my life as your protection So sweet like CANDY, let's raise a family in Miami Where the beach so sandy, toast two champagne glasses, you and me Your scent, like the smell of fresh AIR (pronounced URR) of relief And for you I go over my budget No I ain't CHEAP Can't stop grindin'til I get EVERY(pronounced ERRY) RECORD to the top Just Know that you on my mind erry second on the clock Tick tock, if you ever need help, scream (Oooh) And I come runnin for my life,to trade it in for your dreams |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. David Banner, Nate Dogg)
(Verse One) (Chingy) Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss Got alot on my plate breakfast,lunch and dinner Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i'm a winner On my block it's lil kids pulling pistol's In Iraq it's innocent kids dying from missoles That's why i'm back and taking the title from those before me Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop But I'm ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots To my cousin thats lock come back soon tome rest in peace to my rilla roc I'm a affilated hustler so keep ya talk to a minnium Hate on me first class to ya grave i'm sending em Give me the rock and i'ma run it back To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack where you at. (Nate Dogg) (Hook) Back one more again it's Nate Dogg One day I might stop but not now My game to damn strong to be stopped Got hoes every place that i stop Got beef tell you what I'm gon do Call up David Banner and demoish ya crew (David Banner) Man them laws looking for me man (Nate Dogg) Rob to Mississippi All The Way To St.Lou (Verse Two) Stressing bout to take 4 blunts to the head Making a revoulution listening to dead prez He say, She say i don't curr what they said Number 1 hustler said equpt with the bread IRS tripping so fuck the FEDS Taking shit to these devils cut off my legs Lord don't let em put me in my death bed For my son,nieces and newphens life I plede Sit drinking yak till my eyes get red Pass me a clip I'm a magnum to the lead I hope society will let my love spread Cause my lil cousin steadily thugging before they go I'm dead. (Hook) (Verse Three) (G.I.B.) we take no shit from No nigga that's flossin |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[hook]
Yall ride 18's we ride 26's Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches Yall ride 18's we ride 26's Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches [verse 1 - chingy] Im the wrong balla to flex with Diamond stud earings and neckless And my truck on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to texas yep im on there trowing up my set shit Spinnas with the color trim ho's breathless Paint shinning brite like morning breakfast Once i slide up in the party pull the best bitch Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant Run game on a trick like check this She seen the atm recipt and got wet with shit She in a lexus told her park her whip 270 im bout to exit I can bet a grip she work her hands and lips Like a porno star who cares if her man a trip I can handle it its so scandelous [hook 2X] [verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I got them thing conpocky on a rubberband skinny I pull up laughing at another man 20's (ha) Yep the yunger man i run the dam city I gotta pocket fulla hundreds fifty's rubberband 20's Peep the shoes these is huge Im probably on the service road nigga speeding in cruise I bleed and bruise of reaching fools So dont reach u aint talking bout money then dont speak Dont preach church don wan taught me that The bitches had me gone but the money brought me back Im seeing crome and i do them runs flat President tent front back Man i wish them old b p's come back but i roll on em Hundrend spoke big d's tripple gold homie No homie my rims aint twizzles But dont get it twisted them is 26's [hook 2X] [verse 3 - chingy] Vroom vroom hear me start it up Let the louis vuitton interior soak plus With the red piping got 2 ho's diking Dirty try to jack me yes i'll bust Got cars and trucks All type of stuff And a h3t if that aint enough Bout to hit the park with a 12 pack getting drunk Hataz breaking they neck cause they know whats up Im posted up with 4 toasters bra Test me faget if u think im a joke to ya All my cats ride big in the lou u know Should be against the law the way i floss sew me ho B-a-l-l-a me Giovanni keep these walls going crazy Big baby im the same g Add another tre to that 23 cuz [hook 2X] |
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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)
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)
(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)
Chorus:
Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it) Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me) All my people see (y'all don't really want it) Betta not f**k wit me ('cause our hood is on it) (repeat) Verse 1: I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes Make money with my partners as I murder my foes In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper Its G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper (?) will chop his fingers with an axe These trick-ass cowards should be wearin tampax What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story Man I'm knockin cowards off of my riders before me Lay it down muthaf**ka and quit bumpin your gums, Aint no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs (chorus) Verse 2: Police say G.I.B. is a game But we hooded up doin our family thing Straight up hang and swang in the city of ? Increasin my change to an impeccable range That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release Whether East or West, I envision a check That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey So where's my prey 'cause it's possible for me to be poppin today I'll keep rockin the ? in the home of your place Bet you won't wanna stay Keep the chrome in your face Betta watch what you say, hey (chorus) Verse 3: I'm ? Disturbin the streets Money's my mission but the way I live aint no guarantees Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat But I don't play when it comes to my meat Like the ? brothers, leave 'em layin between the sheets See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat (chorus) Verse:4 I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin And for that player-hatin testin, you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson 'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot Plenty G's plus a silly G to get your ass-knot Ridin in a minivan, contraband in my hand Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers From the WMPG, Northside ? street Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas (chorus) (chorus) |
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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)
(feat. Lil' Flip, Boozie of the G.I.B.)
Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state, City to city, ballers ballers. Let's do this, dirty. Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling. You know how I do it: representing St. Louis. Put your hands up, put your hands up. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 1 - Chingy] I got the pots up in the kitchen, I'm just a baller pitching-in my division. Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening. So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing. The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing. Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the pistons. Baby if you listening, I'm a' tour so much, Folks say I'm missing, gettin'. This baller s-k-in', I be running around with it, spitting it. The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here, I wish you would in here, We smoke good in here. Moving through your hood shining, Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds, Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming- I get 50 thou' for an in-store signing, cause I'm a [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] It ain't nuthing to a boss, That's why I spent three hundred on a cross! Pink and yellow, that's the combination. I know a skinny rapper out here player hating. Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume, I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee? Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock, But I still get respect on my own block. Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back, Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback. I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman. But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man. Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain, So even when I'm not around, they promote the name. I'm Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till I'm gone. I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb, A baller, baby! [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 3 - Boozie] That's me, that's right, I've got a Bentley for sure, A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more. I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores. I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room. I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore. On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores. Said I'm on another level that you can't afford: Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more. That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more, Cause my price at work sure be on soar. That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores, 'cause I won't settle for nothing less than more. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Yes(get it boyz)its ya boy chingy once again(chingaling)represtentin that STL,you kno wut im sayin,trackstarz,got to adresse these issues wit these ol fake ass niggaz and bitches dirty yo
[chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me [verse 1] Im tha same cat tho some of yall Changed before 106 and park i was stuck In tha grane see these record labels and Exzits got me insane,mo money mo,now Watch how my money grow, and all These wack rappaz i gorge em real Slow,yea i slung blow,hung on tha Fo,cocked 44's and kicked down Dooz,robbed liquor stoze,threw my Bowz,dealt wit cats who put shit in they Noze,at tha age 8 i wuz ridin in a Rolls,bitches stay mad,cuz i aint tha Dad,of they child,but bitch look herr dat 1 and park wild [chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me (go head)cuz im out herr hustil gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me [verse 2] All i do is listen to headphones and get On airplanes,one album made me rich i Know it aint a ferr game(nuh uh), i aint Got no sperr change,me and my cats Your thang(4's up),ya twinz get on ya Kneez tell me whats on your brain,we Hop in tha range,wit them rimz dat Move,im a mechanic couse i keep them Handy man toolz,hommie i cant lose i Choose to crush crewz(crush em)come at Me sidewayz get yo,peanut bruised,all i Eva wanted was a house on the hillz,but How i end up wit 4 carz, 4 braudz and 4 Mill(thats right) [chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby, i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you play me [verse 3] I gotta few friendz,i gotta few Endz,enough to buy dat blue benz wit Alot of blue trim,yes some new Rimz,spreewellz do spin,berry blue ginn Mixed wit cherr coke hynn,i passed tha Dope men,the crack house juss got Broke in,us they provokin,leave pistols Smokin,they choze me to play tha game Herr go my token,no bring no men,come To my show then,see dont cha head be Open from tha lead im throwin u gon die From chockin wit slow wind,im doin this One herr, on the strenth of yo sins,if ya Talk shit,hommie check dis no win,the IRS gotta tab and i owe them,my Peeps,hand out to so now i got no Friendz, tha streets tellin em watch it and I aint jokin,for my son to have a future Dats what in hopin..soo [chorusx4] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head) cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3
This is the official (the official)... Get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!) For bein a non-hood affliate nigga GIB...ACP Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?) ...hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down We comin' dirrty...we comin' dirrty [Chorus} The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it You talk but you ain't 'bout it Nigga huh, nigga huh We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in We're set trippin' Nigga what, nigga what [Verse 1: Chingy] I crept in the spot with a tom strap Haters that trip get blown back We off that hash and cogniac Head bussin' we on dat Wanna freak out better pull dat ho Take her to da bar and full dat ho Get her in da bathroom, get some head I'm a playa--yain't know? Cowards know me so they starin' Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin' My nigga I pack stern Police in herr, we ain't carrin' Pussie don't pump in blood Real niggas always show me love Fake niggas keep yo caps and ?? Real niggas got dem gats and slugs If you want, you can get it Put a couple, in yo fitted We ain't never scared trick Tell 'em GIB did it Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face I almost caught a fuckin' case (You cool dirrty?) Yeah I'm straight [Chorus] [Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia] Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters Three 6 Mafia fakers You talk like commen...taters You fiction like Terminator My nation eliminata Under...estimater Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!) I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine I slap 'em...a couple a times and any a mine I promise...he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!) You got some pimps off in dis buildin' Smokin' with yo children In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin' What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin' Credit cards to G's with keys for dis pimpin' They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin' Don't hate on me or play with me These Mafia boys be killin' They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin' You fuck with me you might get hit I'm known for dome peelin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Chingy] (Ride out niggas!) Dammit Memphis on da scene They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean On da block we buy (some beans)?? These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans You know these hoes be on my nuts Take in the rims on da truck Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks Yeah bitch I know whats up Ching-a-ling and Three 6 You got bricks? We flip Don't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip Two clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shot Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac Come equipped or don't come Show up homie, don't run Best believe we won't run After da party get ya guns Ain't no parking lot pimpin' Only parking lot poppin' Man what will stand down ho???? (brllrrllaaa!) You herrd dem Ks choppin' [Chorus] |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[Chorus:]
Throw it to me baby, I'm a runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? x2 Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. [Verse:] Hat cocked hard headed from tha bad block Reds flocked i'm star studded like my shamrock Off top when I drop them bras need to pop I told her dont stop man have you seen her pop? God damn she hit the fan cant catch her dirty I can, cause im the man, I am I dont slow dance I 2 step Tryin to chill n post up but dat Grey Goose crept Up on me now lil mama lookin like she want this Once I am up to bat when I hit I dont miss And maybe u can leave wit me And dont worry about nothin a couple of gs wit me (Now let me see you) [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. Its too many niggas and not enough hoe's Soon as I come through tha door Them heffers pullin on my clothes White t, crispy nikes wit some red and blue girbauds Hustle a piece of game and dont be mad cuz she chose Ching a ling, stay on tha scene Ring diamonds in my pinky ring You know they mean Brush my shoulders off I stay clean, look how I gleam Keep a gang of chickens on my team, ya know wat I mean? You a jazzy girl, its your world Im just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel Better yet i tell ya what, ima give yo ass a referal Come to my office in tha back and gon get it girl [Break] Shake it twist it, Twish it shake it You got a fine body, why dont u back dat thing up Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up If you throw it my way ima snatch dat thing up Once I beat it up dem docs gon have to patch dat thing up Yeah, I bet ya never met a playa like me Tryin to get in dem pants I might be Pass it to be like im Bousier Let me ram it until I bring that ass to a closer [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Yes,
Hey yo, what up This one for all my homeboys across the world, right, been through some shit. I know you've all had a lot on your mind, man. Had a lot of struggles you went through in your life. Keep your head up dirty. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) See the star was born. Don't think nobody notice. Goin' through these trials and tribulations kept me on focus. Tried to do a 9-5, but where's the money? Coming to work damn near bumming, people thinkin' it's funny (haha). I'm fed up. Plus my homies sellin' crack doin good. Now I'm thinking fuck doing it legal bring it back to the hood. Man it's hell, you see, wasn't no woman there for me. I ain't got shit but a dream, that's why they chose to ignore me. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Hey Now I'm on the block pumping rocks toting blocks. Grand-mama on my head, I'm ducking and dodging the cops. All cuz I'm trying to make a living (living). Consequences of that: end up dead or in prison, ain't shit given. I done struggled too long not to floss and get on. Imma get it with the double, if not the microphone.I'm headstrong plus I'm out for those dead presidents. And the government ain't doing shit for my residence. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) It's been a long time coming (yeah we struggled) It's been a bumpy ride (but we gonna make it) So these wheels will keep on turning (say what) till the day I die (ride with me fo a minute yall). [x2] Chuch Now my homies busted and getting shot at it's getting serious. Plus I'm praying but they breaking down in tears. See now that I'm on, people think money make you proud. But I've been struggling trying to come up since I was a child. Who are you to judge me for my sins and what I did wrong. I'm trying to live don't my mama singing a sad song. They say look out for your family and so I try to shurr. Look Tommy I miss you but I'll see you when I get thurr. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Hey, I'm dedicating this song to everybody that lost a loved one, to the people in 9-11, hurricane katrina, all the folks that lost folks that they care about, and if you down yourself, you got somebody that's down, you tryin to bring they spirits up, this for yall man. I know you can relate to my pain so just feel your boy ching-a-ling man I do this for all yall. Chuch. |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[JD]
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans How da how da hell did you get all of that in dem jeans Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo [Chingy] Prada,Gucci Tell me what you like Coach bag With the shoes To match Forget the price Marc Jacob shades 50 karats all ice Model in dem jeans for me Luxuri now thats your life Thats the type of shit im on Let me see you get them on Back it up a bit Yeah thats it Cuz I can see your thong Carmale skin tone Daum you look like Nia Long Dont be actin like that lil mama Cuz I can leave you 'lone MIx the lime with that Patron Thats what we drinkin on SHe wanna go out to eat But me JD I'm think home Just so I can see 'em off But what the hell we both grown Wearin' dem jean like that Will make me take trips with you to Rome Hey now {Hey Hey} Hey now {Hey} You know they thick from the STL to the A~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {Hey} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up [JD] Now Now Now When walkin' girl And you make it swirl Its hard for me not to look And I want you in my world Bubbled up {ooo} Pokin out {Hey} Lickin' my lip sayin Shawaty swing it my way Daum ma How the hell you get all that in Dem pants ma Hope you aint up in here with your man ma I love it when you wiggle it Shake it Drop it and do your little dance True Religion, 7's Or dem rocking Republics Or the ones that fit the best And show it just how we love it Know just how to hug it Know just how to cup it When you walk away it make me wann rub it Hey now {HEy Hey} Hey now {HEy} You know they thick from A~Town down to H~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {HEy} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up |
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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)
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)
(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)
Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3
This is the official (the official)... Get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!) For bein a non-hood affliate nigga GIB...ACP Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?) ...hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down We comin' dirrty...we comin' dirrty [Chorus} The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it You talk but you ain't 'bout it Nigga huh, nigga huh We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in We're set trippin' Nigga what, nigga what [Verse 1: Chingy] I crept in the spot with a tom strap Haters that trip get blown back We off that hash and cogniac Head bussin' we on dat Wanna freak out better pull dat ho Take her to da bar and full dat ho Get her in da bathroom, get some head I'm a playa--yain't know? Cowards know me so they starin' Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin' My nigga I pack stern Police in herr, we ain't carrin' Pussie don't pump in blood Real niggas always show me love Fake niggas keep yo caps and ?? Real niggas got dem gats and slugs If you want, you can get it Put a couple, in yo fitted We ain't never scared trick Tell 'em GIB did it Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face I almost caught a fuckin' case (You cool dirrty?) Yeah I'm straight [Chorus] [Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia] Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters Three 6 Mafia fakers You talk like commen...taters You fiction like Terminator My nation eliminata Under...estimater Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!) I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine I slap 'em...a couple a times and any a mine I promise...he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!) You got some pimps off in dis buildin' Smokin' with yo children In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin' What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin' Credit cards to G's with keys for dis pimpin' They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin' Don't hate on me or play with me These Mafia boys be killin' They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin' You fuck with me you might get hit I'm known for dome peelin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Chingy] (Ride out niggas!) Dammit Memphis on da scene They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean On da block we buy (some beans)?? These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans You know these hoes be on my nuts Take in the rims on da truck Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks Yeah bitch I know whats up Ching-a-ling and Three 6 You got bricks? We flip Don't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip Two clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shot Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac Come equipped or don't come Show up homie, don't run Best believe we won't run After da party get ya guns Ain't no parking lot pimpin' Only parking lot poppin' Man what will stand down ho???? (brllrrllaaa!) You herrd dem Ks choppin' [Chorus] |
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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)
(feat. G.I.B.)
Fall in Fall in Pussy niggas (6x) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse 1: Retaliation is a must Im keepin it gutta bra Anybody talkin shit, yeah im runnin up on ya Banga keep it by my side hundred stacks don't fold right Girl i know yo feet hurt, how you gone stay by my side If you aint gettin it, im about ta roll ya right Like a dodgy blunt (ho) ? pick'in thrown off the side Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them (whoo ? oo ? oo) Verse Two: Do'in it like Donald Trump I'm send'in this one to the women with body And all my hustla's with the grill front Thats got check / But it ain't gonna last for four months Bought a chain ? that's some cardy-?) of grain (get it main) Don't stunt / Get wit my beats in the four blunts-?) Leave with your cunt Heads up ? must of broke one Yeah it's official now (? official now) / Blow your whistle now (? whistle now) I got a rifle to tell 'em blow your whistle now-?) When I'm chill'in (when I'm chill'in) / Half fill'in (half fill'in) Real good watch'in flat screens on the ceil'in Big wheel'in (big wheel'in) / Quarter melon (quarter melon) Three hundred c ? plus tar-?) spill'in (?) (bitch!) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse Three: But it depends (? it depends) / On how I feel (? how I feel) And how you been in the past either your fake or your real I don't deal / With whole niggas Cuz whole niggas they / Hamper-?) Dre like they're bigger than they really are Ride'in in my fast car like Tracy Chapmen I'm simply rapp'in Given the world pure satisfaction If action is what you like to do Then play your role Cause I'm tired of niggas com'in in my life (play 'em whole.-?) Chorus:1x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them |
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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)
(feat. Lil' Flip, Boozie of the G.I.B.)
Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state, City to city, ballers ballers. Let's do this, dirty. Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling. You know how I do it: representing St. Louis. Put your hands up, put your hands up. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 1 - Chingy] I got the pots up in the kitchen, I'm just a baller pitching-in my division. Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening. So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing. The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing. Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the pistons. Baby if you listening, I'm a' tour so much, Folks say I'm missing, gettin'. This baller s-k-in', I be running around with it, spitting it. The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here, I wish you would in here, We smoke good in here. Moving through your hood shining, Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds, Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming- I get 50 thou' for an in-store signing, cause I'm a [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] It ain't nuthing to a boss, That's why I spent three hundred on a cross! Pink and yellow, that's the combination. I know a skinny rapper out here player hating. Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume, I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee? Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock, But I still get respect on my own block. Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back, Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback. I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman. But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man. Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain, So even when I'm not around, they promote the name. I'm Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till I'm gone. I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb, A baller, baby! [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 3 - Boozie] That's me, that's right, I've got a Bentley for sure, A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more. I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores. I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room. I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore. On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores. Said I'm on another level that you can't afford: Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more. That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more, Cause my price at work sure be on soar. That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores, 'cause I won't settle for nothing less than more. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? |