New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo’. (What!) (C’mon)
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be rippin’ it down, we got ‘em stickin’ around.
The way they love to feel like I’m the king of the town.
The way my money stack steep and got ‘em flippin’ around.
And got ‘em makin’ a sound.
Ayo, you looking delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.
Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don’t touch my money.
Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.
Before you ever try to touch my money clip, I’ll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.
Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip.
I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain’t getting nothing over here.
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede.
I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.
But trick when it’s like that, it’s cause I been a G.
Look at the way women tend to grin at me.
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.
I’m the young Donald Trump, is y’all hearing me?
Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin’ me.
Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.
Man, I’m sick. Know it ain’t no curin’ me.
C to the H to the I-N-G. Y
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
Put that ass up on the flo’, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
I ain’t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he’s Joe Crack the boss.
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.
I got a wife, but baby please don’t back it off.
She understood that, said, “What’s good, Crack?”
Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.
Mami, I ain’t gotta pot to piss in
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ‘em.
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.
Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.
She don’t know Joe Crack, the Daun
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.
All I keep is a 100 G’s, limit credit card.
Could you believe, we could spend it all.
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo.’
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
Shorty, you gon’ work for this little bit of change.
Side order of pimpin’, little bit of game.
What ya know, gon’ hurt, just a little bit of pain.
When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.
Whole lot drinkin’, whole lot of cash.
Dirty ol’ Nick with a whole lot of **
Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.
Porshe’s we ain’t even parkin.
Valet, alligator air forces.
Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.
Love don't cost a thing, my dough, your world.
So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
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...
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...
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
Now hold on tha way u pit it on me now hol don i luv tha way u shake it now hold
You know the definition... of a Balla
That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y
Lemme explain it to you though
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)
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?
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)
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?
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)
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...
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
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'
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.
(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'
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!
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'
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
(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
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
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
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
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
Chingy and Murph durph
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)
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?
If your ass is fat and you know it, clap your hands
Wearing those pants, I'll be damned if I miss my chance to advance
I'm in a tan, what's the name, I own some whatchamacallits
They keep spinning and spinning, hey man, What do you call it?
Got a 1-5 jersey, on the go with them wheels
Look at it wiggle wiggle, she say it's all in the heels
You a damn lie girl, I think it's all in the skills
And for real, I think you practicing on what pay the bills
You be confused man, I look picky as hell
Never trust a big butt, that smile like Ricky Bell
What the hell?, Murphy rather pay to get out of jail
Cause if she tell me to pay, somebody better pay my bail
Matta fact, I'ma pay myself, my own money
Mr. long money, even after I loan money
I own honey's mentals man, I'm in they mouth so much
God damn, I pay for dental plans, man
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
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
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
[J/Weav]
Ooh, yea yea
DTP, how we do
Call you and you can call me
Whatever you wanna do baby
[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy) 4x]
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
[Chingy]
It was weird how we met, huh
She was wit her mom in Bank America
I'm wit my son cashin the check
So I asked outta respect (uh)
Would she like to explore the world or buy
We can fly in my jet
Her reply was "Yes, can I ask you sumpin?"
I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex
Scene moved to the next (that is true) but it was something
about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets
We started off casual; walks through the park
Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinkin smart (smart)
Of course she might think I'm in a rush
To touch, clutch and be up, but baby I ain't on that stuff
Dropped her off and told her call me up, we can talk
Conversate about political subjects whatever's thought
So I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rang
It was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn't do without ya"
Then I said...
[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy) 4x]
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
[Chingy]
The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball
Here she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wall
Now I'm showin off, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fast
Through the middle just to see her smile and giggle
Game over I punched her wit a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak"
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, PLEASE don't
Told her "I'm going home" she asked can she go too
I'm like "Yeah boo, I can't see me without you"
Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bed
With a see-through thong said I looked at her and said...
[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy) 4x]
(You, could, call, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm always one call away
[Chingy]
Girl recognize game, before game recognize YOU
You're dealin wit a player, TRUE
Now whatchu wanna do?
We can kick it and go puff on a bluuunt
Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get druuunk
It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know
Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe
Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room
We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon
Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya
Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya
Some women like to play it foul (foul)
But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child)
Don't worry be happy and smile and...
[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy) 4x]
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
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)
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 ?? 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
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
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
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
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?
(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
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
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)
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
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, ching-ching, hear them slots
They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' up they flop (unh)
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!
This is another Trak Star production
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh
Who am I?
What's up?
(Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno
(Is it because you've been smoking and drinking?)
Maybe so
(I've been thinking) huh?
(Maybe you come get me) and do what?
Wine me, dine me, take me home and eat me
Okay
Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot
Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop
Rag top on the jag drop, uh
Phat stop you know that's hot, huh
Mack spinnin wit the piece in my pocket
People hop out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw)
For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topic
Let the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I get
Once my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch it
Vokal, yeah I rock it
Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick
'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it
I threw the key to the city, since I locked it
Girl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quiz
I get multiple choice head, derty watch this
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
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
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh
[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!
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 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
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
(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
(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
Peeps call me up
said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor it's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 270 to Natural Bridge Road
I'm already blowed, get there I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning
To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit
Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk and acting silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about it, no footage as I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island
Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In
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'
Uh...Uh...Uh..He's here...He's Here...He's Here
He..is..here..is he..really?
Don't be scurred now
Got it made now
Come to lay it down
He..is..here
Don't be scurred now
Got it made now
Just pray to God I don't get you
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
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
(Bagg up) Bounce, bounce, bounce then (Bagg up)
Straight playa baby
2 rides outside wit that old G-glide
I'm high but it's all gravy.
Snake skins, no Timberland boots, get loot, I'll shoot
If ya try to play me.
get clout when I'm out,
money what I'm all about
In a world that's so shady.
peak this, streakness,
never had a weakness, speak this
I do this daily.
Follow my whole set
Bottles of mo' wet, bet
Until they lay me
6 feet under dirt
I'm the one wit the word
Got hits but they try to spray me.
If I lack, keep strapped
it's a rap, gimme dat
You can roll wit me, yeah maybe.
Hey the streets is mine
Like mix tapes when that MC grind
Don't play crazy.
(Bagg up) Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
Bounce, bounce then (Bagg up)
My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'? Huh go on, then (Bagg up)
See that Coupe wit the maroon rag up
What? Huh? Then (Bagg up)
Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us, bagg up
Everybody talkin' cuz they say I'm on a roll
Touch was mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed.
Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold
Jackpot, I'm scorin' big around the globe.
You could be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold.
Go wit the flow, dro when it go
Sick, baby say she never drove a stick
Until she was on top of me, backseat of the 6.
It's, goin' down 'round these parts
Nobody liked me 'til I got the deal so don't start.
Is it different? Is it dope?
I don't know what you yappin' about
It's way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin' about.
Just Chingy baby.
How many MC's must get dissed
For hatin' on that MVP new draft pick?
Don't it look like 100 moons on my wrist?
I'm sorry I'm the glitter that yo girl seein' glist.
Man wit the big fish
I hit I don't miss
Sorta like Starks shootin' 3's for the Knicks.
Don't get me pissed
Ya take a big diss
It'll feel like ya fell off a tall cliff
I'm a bully like clip
I sank yo ship
6 apart from the clip if ya pop at the lip its, Chingy baby
Uh, hey dirty, (what?)
Look at that girl right there (oh)
She make me say
Ooh, ooh, (yeah) ooh, ooh, (hey) do what you do
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Switch your hips when you're walkin', let down you're hurr (let down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Lick your lips when you're talkin', that make me stare
I like the way you look in them pants, see ya fine (fine)
Lil momma a quarter piece, she far from a dime (dime)
The type of girl that'll getcha' up and go make you grind (grind)
I'm thinkin' about snatchin' her up, dirty, makin' her mine
Look at her hips, (what?) look at her legs, ain't she stacked? (stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind hittin' that from the back (back)
I like it when I touch it cuz she moan a l'il bit
Jeans saggin' so I can see her thong a l'il bit
I know you grown a little bit, twenty years old, you legal
Don't trip off my people, just hop in the regal
I swooped on her like an eagle swoopin' down on its prey
I know you popular, but you gon' be famous today
She be shoppin' in Frontenac
Just look at her front and back
Man she so stacked and she know that I want that
Her man, he's so whacked girl can i taste yo cat
Gave her three hundred to strip, like buyin' a throwback
She stay in the club,(club) I can be seein' she got it honest
In real life, girl remind me of Pocahontas
She be at events, (yeah) so I'm impressed when she pass (yeah)
All the high rollin' cats wanna pay for that ass
Ain't no half steppin', (steppin') she strapped wit a nice weapon (weapon)
Trick, it's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen her dirty, your mouth gon' drop
Worldwide fools probably tell you this off tops
I like the way she doin' that (c'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)
I like the way she doin' that (c'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)
Gimme what you got for a pork chop (uh)
She threw it at me like I was a short-stop (uh)
Workin' in a Fatty Girl Halter Top
Then she back it up on me and let it drop (drop)
Make it hop (boing) like a bunny (bunny)
Girl can I touch you where it's sunny
Her appearance will make you give her some money
She should pose for Sports Illustrated
It's like a picture perfect site
When she pass all the other girls hate it
(But I...)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (Track stars)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (Chingy)
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhh
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhh
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhh
Yeah yeah yeah
Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
You know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Pop that thing
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing
Wurr da git it gurlz at
U know tha game girl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Im a git it boy so you know i need a git it gurl
Its tha nigga m gang im gonna put it in your world
Sooth me gurl so why dont you pop that thang
And if a hater wanna trip yeah i shot that thang
She into nail pumps
Ho's duck when she jump
Dont need a push up bra her titties already plump
See me in the 300 in my musump leanin'
It starts with me take a look wrist how it how beamin
You a git it girl, baby
I know ur fire, cuz u made me do a 180
Now come around and twist the crown to the sound lady
Its super man like my nickname was Slim Shady
From the twist u just gave me
Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
You know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
U know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
She accessive look at her extra manziem
Dem other niggas trippin'
Im gonna bring her right to her knees
She chose me im a don call me don call lee on
Im a pimp nigga im gonna bring a bitch to my bone
Shake it gurl
Either move it or lose it
Im still rated R
Thats why i gotta problem with choosin
Come to tha room or me and pooke gonn' be brusin
Cuz ya know im blessed with what they call exclusive
Get it boiz or you'll be dieing fo' sho'
We be rawlin ijamine got me stallin
Ching a ling he post it up
Wanted booze he got a cup
And tha ladies they on tha couches
Which they know they want a cunt treat
Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
You know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
U know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Me verse you
Thats no contest
Your girl chose soon as we stepped on deck
Cuz im a mission request
In a position to check
Anybody think that they can tenden with us
Somebody tell her that i bang cock
See baby i make the bed rock
U know the name money slang but these langs not
Take a picture her frame hot
When she pass by man the game stop
Figure eight her shape
Toes showin out tha heels
Yep I got a few hundred lemme see u post skills
When Im in Atlanta, magic city the spot
I tripped three thousand that aint nottin once you see what i got
Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
U know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
U know tha game gurl
Ah yall we gon get it right herr dis da remix
TrackStar (oh oh)
Disturbing Tha Peace So So Def Chingy J.D.
I like da way you do dat right thurr (right thurr)
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (let down ya hairr)
I like da way you do dat right thurr (right thurr)
Lick ya lips when ya talkin dat make me starre (make me starre)
Girl why you dat right thurr she so bad im costly getting calls from da
mayorrrr
I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo thurr currb
Her man defendin her like a lawyer so bewarre
So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty dat aint fairr
I wanna bet she got da Bomb like a tirre
wanna hit it though but I aint thinking bout marrrrage
I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr
Girl you know you looking good (good)
Ah don't I know you from da Hood (hood)
You say you wouldn't when you would (would)
Now take it off you know you should (should)
Now twist around cuz
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin dat make me starre
Ms. Trina Make all da Ballas wanna Starr
Hoza-Notie Boots lined with da furr
Walk with a switch pull it ova make it twerk
I'ma Flirt till it hurt in a throwback skirt
Im dat bad bitch, foxy and Don Blaze
Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade keep ya watches and ya ring fa them otha girls
cuz imma rock strings and Chanel Pearls
Im back fo my crown fake bithes bow down dis da remix wat ya wanna do now
I know u like da way we do dis ova herrr get loose in da club like we just don't care
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin dat make me starre
Im from da city wherre they do dat right thurr da most
Outa Towners come around and straight over dose
Where da hips sing to ya and swing like BUMP BUMP BUMP
Like You Done walked into a B2k concert Mannn
Back out legs showin talkin like mann
who got da drink and where da party at tonight damn
Dats when they start dat backing it up on ya homie and
dats a feelin you just can't fight
Wee fired up off dat hypnotic and Hennessey she cant Keep her MotheerFuckin
hands off me
We both in da club high bouncing to da beat when she turn around this is wat
I told her
I like da way you do dat right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
I like da way you do dat right thurr
verse1.
Since we talkin paperman, ima be the printer fam,
your chick say im a ladys man,
yes and i be in her fam, pumpkin change 2000 grand,
you hatin but you been a fan,
my plate stay with greens daily breakfast lunch and
dinner man. gikky for a wocku what you be paying for
a brick, im so fly how i be staying on my shit,
stacks on wide cant put a rubberband on my shit,
money keep these hoes lips mouth hands on my dick.
chorus.
you can call me paperman i be getting paper man
Ooh, yea yea
DTP, how we do
Call you and you can call me
Whatever you wanna do baby
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my lady)
I'm only one call away
It was weird how we met, huh
She was wit her mom in Bank America
I'm wit my son cashin the check
So I asked outta respect (uh)
Would she like to explore the world up high
We can fly in my jet
Her reply was "Yes, can I ask you somethin'?"
I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex
Then moved to the next (that ain't true) but it was something
about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets
We started off casual; walks through the park
Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinkin smart (smart)
Afraid she might think I'm in a rush
To touch, crush and be up, but baby I ain't on that stuff
Dropped her off and told her call me up, we can talk
Conversate about political subjects whatever's sparks
So I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rang
It was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn't do without ya"
Then I said. . .
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
The next day I'm with the fellas at the cage playing ball
Here she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wall
Now I'm showing out, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fast
Through the middle just to see her smile and giggle
Game over I approched her wit a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak"
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, please don't
Told her "I'm going home" she asked can she go too
I'm like "Yeah boo, I can't see me without you"
Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bed
With a see-through thong said I looked at her and said. . .
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my lady)
I'm only one call away
Girl recognize game, before game recognize you
You're dealin wit a player, true
Now whatchu wanna do?
We can kick it and go puff on a bluuunt
Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get druuunk
It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know
Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe
Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room
We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon
Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya
Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya
Some women like to play it foul (foul)
But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child)
Don't worry be happy and smile and. . .
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
Gimme a call if you wanna come roll with me
(If you was my baby)
Got somebody she's a beauty
Very special really and truly
Take good care of me like it's her duty
Want you right by my side night and day
No lettting go No holding back
Because you are my lady
When I'm with you its all a that
Girl I, am so glad we've dated
No letting go No holding back
No holding Back no
When I'm with you it's all a that
All a that
They say good things must come to an end
But I'm optimistic about being your friend
Though I made you cry by my doings
With Keisha and Annesha but that
Was back then
No lettting go No holding back
Because you are my lady
When I'm with you its all a that
Girl I, am so glad we've dated
No letting go No holding back
No holding Back no
When I'm with you it's all a that
All a that
Really appreciate you loving me
After all that we've been thru
Really appreciate you loving me
All times,time
Got somebody she's a beauty
Very special really and truly
Take good care of me like it's her duty
Want you right by my side night and day
No lettting go No holding back
Because you are my lady
When I'm with you its all a that
Girl I, am so glad we've dated
No letting go No holding back
No holding Back no
When I'm with you it's all a that
What you say when you drunk in the club? Hood up
And you deep in the club, let me know, hood up
Show me where you from if your city's number one
Hood up, hood up, hood up, hoop up
Hood up, let's go, hood up, let's go
Hood up, let's go, hood up, let's go
Hood up, let's go, hood up, let's go
Hood up, let's go, hood up, let's go
C'mon, let's 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
C'mon, let's 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, I'm doin' it, baby
If I like what I see, I'm pursuin' it maybe
But a nasty attitude, that could ruin it, lady
If it's all gravy, hop in and let's ride
And we can cruise a lil' bit
Whyle out and act like fools a lil' bit
My whip ain't old, girl, this that new shit
2006, ya hear, make a face now, let's ride
What you gigglin' for?
Twist that thing and wiggle it more
A couple big faces, what you jiggle it for?
Now close my door, hoe and
C'mon, let's 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
C'mon, let's 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
I know you like it firm on the floor, don't 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 let's ride
What is rules to this
Heard in the club if they move to this
Get ya party on and groove to this
Hey, this that shit, come on, girl, let's ride
Ya friends can come too
Tell 'em 'bout a player that rep the Lou
Yeah, I be here, yup, that's my crew
Now what y'all wanna do? Hood up
C'mon, let's 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
C'mon, let's 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
Err'body come and ride with me
Grab a glass, pull some drink and blaze up them trees
Work your body, twist your body
Work your body, twist your body
Work, ma, stickshift, work, ma, stickshift
Work, ma, stickshift, work, ma, stickshift
Work your body, twist your body
Work your body, twist your body
Work, ma, stickshift, work, ma, stickshift
Work, ma, stickshift, work, ma
C'mon, let's 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
C'mon, let's 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
C'mon, let's 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
C'mon, let's 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
C'mon, let's ride
Sit down on the ground, sit down on the ground
Sit down on the ground, sit down, get low
Sit down on the ground, sit down on the ground
Sit down on the ground, get low
Now back right up, now back right up
Now back right up, now back right up
Now back right up, do what, right up
Do what, right up, do what, right up
Do what, right up
Now back, now back
Uh uh bounce, yeah
Uh uh bounce, yeah
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
She's a 5 star chick
But I'm not Yo Gotti,
I ain't chingalingin'
I will take yo hottie,
I call her coca-cola
Just because of her body
I call her coca-cola
Just because of her body
[...] ass like "whoa kemosabe"
[...] ass like "whoa kemosabe"
She's a bobblehead
So I call the hoe Bobby
At the party I pulled up
In that Maserati
Nigga I'm the man,
Came to throw a grand
Quit jockin me hater
And do yo own dance
5'6" mommy right there my type tho
Trying to see if she can suck it out like lipo
Girl, your chance this it so call me Michael
Norman Bates, the p*ssy killin, I'm so psycho
Take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
I'm a take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
She's a bad bitch
But I'm not Lil Baby
Wanna get it poppin
We can take it the tellie
Check my country grammar bitch
But no I'm not Nellie
Check my country grammar bitch
But no I'm not Nellie
Yeah I keep that cheese baby
You can call me Yellie
Not Jeezy
But it ain't shit that you can tell me
Money that you sensing
So I know that you can smell me
Think that I'm the shit,
Hundred on my wrist
Ain't a cat in this club
That can do it like this
5'6" mommy right there my type tho
Trying to see if she can suck it out like lipo
Girl, your chance this it so call me Michael
Norman Bates, the pussy killin, I'm so psycho
Take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
I'm a take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
I will make her bed rock
But I'm not Young Money
When it comes to chicks
I got it wrapped like a mummy
Fresh thugs all day and night never bummy
Fresh thugs all day and night never bummy
Need your pipes fixed mama?
I can do the plumbing
Need your pipes fixed mama?
I can do the plumbing
Cats cuff they hoes
When they hear that I'm coming
Talk shit then I'll pull and they start runnin'
Yayuh I'm that dude
Always makin moves
At your girl. doubt me buster?
I ain't got shit to prove
5'6" mommy right there my type tho
Trying to see if she can suck it out like lipo
Girl, your chance this it so call me Michael
Norman Bates, the pussy killin, I'm so psycho
Take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
I'm a take her down through there, yeah
Take her down through there, yeah
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce that ass,
Bounce it,
[4x]
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
I'm a take her down through there
Bounce
Bounce
Chingy ft. Tydis - My Lady
Yeah I stay on the road.
Stay calculating (Ohh, money)
Whoever thought for my flows.
We doing hella shows (Get it)
But everywhere I go.
It's the same old hoes.
Throwing they panties at me.
Or pulling off my clothes.
Soon as I get off stage.
Its to the after party.
Me and my dirty, you still wow always after shorties.
And ones that they went to the stage.
While I stay in the after parties.
Me and my dirty, in the club, always after shorties and
(Whoo!)
Shawty these words are coming from my heart.
And I mean it, to say this from the start.
I miss you more and more when we're apart.
Oh girl you're looking to the (stop, st-st-stop?)
I'll put you in first class.
Gucci or Louis bags, go hop a few tags.
6's or new jacks, whatever you ask for.
Only if you were my lady.
(Oh!) I would flirt around town when it was necessary.
I had about a few thousand numbers in my Blackberry.
From Mary, Keke and Ashley all down to Thick Sherry.
And ma I'm addicted to this life, that has your boy married.
Soon as I get off stage.
Its to the after party.
Me and my dirty, you still wow always after shorties.
And ones that they went to the stage.
While I stay in the after parties.
Me and my dirty, in the club, always after shorties and
(Whoo!)
Shawty these words are coming from my heart.
And I mean it, to say this from the start.
I miss you more and more when we're apart.
Oh girl you're looking to the (stop, st-st-stop?)
I'll put you in first class.
Gucci or Louis bags, go hop a few tags.
6's or new jacks, whatever you ask for.
Only if you were my lady.
(Hey, hey, hey, hey!)
I tour around the world, searching for that one.
And to every woman that was in my life, hope ya' had fun.
And if I hurt you baby, I was just protecting my feelings.
But ya'll led me to hurt so now ya' boy chilling.
Now that I get off stage.
It aint the after party (Naw)
See man I'm grown, no more wrong going home to shawty.
And I like her in every way.
She can be nice and naughty.
She can be in the club, now baby lets go and party like.
Shawty these words are coming from my heart.
And I mean it, to say this from the start.
I miss you more and more when we're apart.
Oh girl you're looking to the (stop, st-st-stop?)
I'll put you in first class.
Gucci or Louis bags, go hop a few tags.
6's or new jacks, whatever you ask for.
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)
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 ?? 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
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
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
Man, my momma be trippin like a mothafucka man
(man, u gotta get the fuck out the crib)
I know, talkin bout i'm 31 and still livin wit her
I know niggaz older than that
I'm still gettin this money though
(this mothafuckin money. nigga u tell her it come out yo pocket nigga u buy the bread)
That's what im talkin bout
I brang home the groceries shit(yea that's what im talkin bout)
Wussup nigga? who is that?(what the fuck)
That look like that nigga lil' howard
Oh shit!
(music: throw yo hood up if u representin)
Wussup nigga?
They call u chingy now
(ching,ching) (laughing)
Cost lot a lurr, pop a cop, drop a spurr
(laughing)
Wuz up nigga? what's crackin though?
Yea boy u doin yo thang, boy i see that nigga all on tv
(laughin) right thurr
How u been nigga? (yea) u know workin
Man(i see u all on tv) yea, workin man
I know u got a job fo yo nigga though
(yea, wussup)give me somethin nigga
I can drive a bus. yea? somethin
I can rap fuck it (yep) I'll knock out the hoes
Spin somethin repeat 2x
Check me out, check me out
Nigga hard times (uh huh) make niggaz like me
Nigga hard times...
Man shut that shit up
Well anyway nigga (keep yo head up keep writin)
We goin to the club tonite u want a ride?
We goin to the spot nigga, goin to the spot
(we might head up thurr) see what's crackin
Yea nigga we... (we might slide through) wha.. what chu gon do
We might slide through. aight shit
We'll just see yall niggaz later man yall niggaz stay up
Aight man keep yo head up
(leaving)
Yea dog. man
I don't trust them niggaz. me neither
Why he got that nigga wit him fo?
Nigga out of here... i can do that nigga
Put me on the track. a bop wop a doowop
Nigga what
We could rap (nigga what)
Fo real. i could rap somethin
Rap my hand around this block
Nigga, i bet u nigga (whatever nigga)
We need to catch that nigga sleepin we gon bling bling ya know? (hell yea)
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
(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
(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
Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my 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 B E T?"
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 here, I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout, "That's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk, I ain't come to sit
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit
(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
(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
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 it, 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
(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
(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
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
Doctor 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 sizzle 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
(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
(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
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 D S O P
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 sizzle
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
Nigga can I get out the car?
Wut's up wit you man?
Chillin' just came from my brothers cuzins mothers house
Say wut?
Guess who was over there today?
Who that?
That nigga Chingy and dem get it boyz
Man I hate that nigger
He was over there runnin', he mouth flossin' Range Rover
Wit dem spinners
This nigger tellin' dem how he gettin' it over dem in Boston
We gettin' over here man I tap that ho ass
Who is dem lil' punks he got wit him
They can't rap
Look I heard that nigga ain't wit D.T.P. any more
That nigga stupid man that 'ol ass nigga
Ludacris got him right on his back
Sayin' he sold 3 million records
I just saw the billboard that nigga still at 300,000
Hate that dude
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
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
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,
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
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
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.
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
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)
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
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 don't stop man have you seen her pop?
God damn, she hit the fan can't catch her dirty
I can, 'cause I'm the man, I am
I don't slow dance I two 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 don't miss
And come on, baby, maybe can leave wit' me
And don't worry about nothin' a couple of g's wit' me
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
It's too many niggas and not enough hos
Soon as I come through tha door
Them heifers pullin' on my clothes
White T, crispy Nikes wit' some red and blue girbauds
Hustle a piece of game and don't 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, it's your world
I'm just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel
Better yet I tell ya what, I'ma give yo ass a referral
Come to my office in tha back and gon' get it, girl, get it, girl
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Shake it, twist it, twist it shake it
Shake it, twist it, twist it shake it
Shake it, twist it, twist it shake it
Shake it, twist it, twist it shake it
Shake it, twist it
You got a fine body, why don't you back dat thing up
Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up
If you throw it my way I'ma 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 I'm Bousier
Let me ram it until I bring that ass to a closer
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
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.
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?
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
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?
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!
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?
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.
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.
Heh What’s up? You ain’t been talking to me for a couple of days, but its all good. I just wanted to let you know that I
know I do some things that’s wrong, you do some things that wrong, you know what I’m saying? We ain’t perfect, we all make
mistakes, na na hold on I’m talking to you don’t just be trying to leave and stuff like that I’m talking to you, I’m
trying to make things better for me and you
Just me and you, oooo chingy, don’t matter what we go through
Just me and you, we don’t need no body else,
Just me and you, oooo chingy, I’ma always be down for you
Just me and you, so don’t worry bout a damn thing
Now that we together girl the lights so bright, it took a lil time but now the feelings so right, remember when I snuck
thru your window at night, bring you flowers and candy, me and you sipping on brandy, plus I appreciate the love on sight,
huggin’ me holdin’ me fixed dinner so polite, even when these trippin pigs weas tryin to sue me forget about friends and
family you the one that knew me. The way you smile at me keep me feelin alright, this ain’t about fur, fancy cars or ice
so I’m dedicating this to my female friend, sincerely yours words cant express my feelings within
We human so we gunna fight and fuss at each other, he told me you trippin’ but girl don’t worry bout my brother we have a
argument it drive me to go out, you my flesh so me and another woman wont bout it, I’m thinking bout the times when you
flew to my house, don’t I give you everything you want this man aint a mouse. Am I cheatin’ hell naw hope you got no
doubts, rose peddles in the tub baby unbutton that blouse better yet come on you hungry lets eat at Mr. Chows. know you
love me when you mad, you don’t get loud, so I’m dedicating this to my female friend, sincerely yours words cant express
my feelings within
I like you style, your grace, your beautiful face, your essences. Your size, your shape this beautiful place of blessin,
your weight, your waist, your delicious taste perfection, your height, your sight, with my life as your protection. So
sweet like candy, lets raise a family in Miami where the beach so sandy toast to campaign glasses you ami, your scent like
the smell fresh air of a leaf and for you I go over my budget no I ain’t cheep can stop grinding till I get er record to
the top just know that your on my mind er second on the clock tick-tock, if you ever need help scream and I’ll come
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'
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
(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
(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
Peeps call me upphone ringsaid 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
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
(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
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
(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
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
(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
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'
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
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 )
See that fur coat, that's for when it's cold
Break that white gold,plain gold, got old
Snake skin shoes, give yo' friends blues
Step out the car, sharp as a fucking auto too
Got tall girls, into small girls
Latin, Japanese, Black, Mexican all girls, willin to work for it, go in they purse for it,
Down wit' me even if they put in a herse for it
Got in the dirt for it
Call me papi and'll pull up they skirt for it
People ask me why I'm like this
See my father and my uncles gave me this shit
Since I liked it got down and hiked it
That's why you catch me doing foursomes with dike chicks
They like my style, I like they mouth
Even gotta couple hookers workin' the south,and on the east my girls the best,in Cali got 10 out on sunset
Pimp of all pimps,young Don Bishop
Yeah, G.I.B.
Get it boys
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’.
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
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’.
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’
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’.
Headed to the next stop in my Rage Rover
Police pull me over, though they can’t stop me from clubbin’
Man you know I’m swervin’ wild
See your boy not sober
But I got it I’m a soldier and I’m still clubbin’
50 cars followin’ us
10 chicks swallowin’ us
Four five hallows bust (?) when we clubbin’
A big dog not a mutt
Keep starin’ hater what
I’m about to get this locked up, fuck, we clubbin’
Put your money wurr your mouth
West cost to the East, Mid-West to the South, out, they clubbin’
26’s on the hummer
Errday like it’s summer
Wait tripper take a number I’m still clubbin’
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’.
Yeah, yeah
Keep clubbin’
Whoa, whoa
Keep clubbin’
Uh-huh, uh-huh
We clubbin’
Yes, yes
Uhn...Ay Dirty (What?),
look at that girl right there,
ooh she make me say Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh do what you do....
[Chorus]
I like the way you do that right thurr(right thurr),
switch ya hips when ya walking, let down ya hurr,(down ya hurr)
I like the way you da that right thurr(right thurr),
Lick ya lips when ya talking that make me sturr (make me sturr)
[Verse 1]
I like the way ya look in them pants,
shit ya fine, lil momma a quater piece, she far from a dime,
The type of girl that'll get cha up and go make ya grind,
I'm thinking bout snatching her up dirty, making her mine,
Look at her hips,BUTT,look at her legs,
aint she stacked?
I sure wouldn't mind hittin that from the back,
I like it when I touch her cause she moan a lil bit,
jeans saggin, so I can see her thong a lil bit,
I know you grown a lil bit,
20 years old you legal,
don't trip off my people just hop in the regal,
I swooped on her like a eagle,
swoop down as prey,
I know you popular, but you gone be famous today, I say..
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2]
She be shopping at Frontenac, just look at her front-and-back,
man she so stacked,
and she know that I want that,
her man he so wack, girl can I taste yo cat?
Gave her 300 to strip, like buying a throwback,
she stay in the club(club),like to be seen,
she got it honest, In real life girl remind me of Pocahontas,
she be at events, stop the press when she pass,
all the high rollin cats wanna pay for that Ass,
aint no half steppin, she strapped wit a nice weapon, trip,
It's against the law for her to move them hips,
If you ever seen her dirty,
yo mouth gone drop, world wide fools probaly tell you this off tops I....
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
I like the way she doing that,
plus I like it when she bring it back say,
Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh, do what you do,
whoo...I like the way she doing that,
Plus I like it when she bring it back say,
Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh, do what you do,
give me what cha got for a pork chop,
Uhn, she threw it at me like I was a short stop,
Huh, Twirking in a fatty girl hultur top,
then she backed it up on me, then let it drop(drop),
make it hot BOING!, Like a bunny,
girl can I touch you where it's sunny,
Her appearance'll make you give her some money,
she should post for sports illustrated,
it's like a picture perfect sight when she past,
all the other girls hate it,but..
[Chorus x2]
I like that, I like that, I like that, I like that,
track stars, oh,oh,oh, do what you do
I like that(yeah), I like that(yeah), I like that(yeah) ,I like that(Chingy),
(Feat. Bobby Valentino)
Remember the first time we met...
Remember when you told me that you cared...
[Bobby Valentino]
Girl I remember you took mah heart from the start
We never b apart no
Cause I remember holdin hands in the park
In the middle of the villa talkin
Girl I remember like it was yesterday we never played no games nah...
Now I don't know who you are...
Now I don't know who you are no...
[Chingy:]
Let me talk to you for a minute baby
Hey look hey baby
Remember when we was like the sun
Always shinin bright baby we was one
Remember when I would hold yo hand walk you through the park tell you I'm yo man
Remember when it would rain outside we'd stay in and hv sex all night
Remember when you kept it real for me
My phone was off you had my back and paid the bill for me
Remember that if not then remember this
The second time you came to see me was our first kiss
Remember that if not try to think back
When I saw you first I winked and you winked back
You got me off track baby remember that
[Bobby Valentino:]
Girl I remember you took my heart from the start
We never be apart no
Cause I remember holding hands in the park in the nolia? villa talking
Girl I remember like it was yesterday we never played no games no
Now I don't know who you are
Now I don't know who you are no
[Chingy:]
I think we went wrong right here aye check
Do you remember all them lonely nights
I would leave ya home me I'm on a flight
Do you remember saying bye baby knowing in back of ya head you're like why baby
Do you remember going out that night
I called you you said you was going out
That's right
Do you remember when I came home the next day bought you some roses cause it seemed long
Do you remember acting kinda awkward
I washed our clothes and a number fell out ya pocket
Do you remember why it seemed crooked
Said you wanted him to get out ya face that's why you took it
I don't believe that you did it before
I remember baby
[Bobby Valentino:]
Girl I remember you took my heart from the start
We never be apart no
Cause I remember holding hands in the park in the nolia? villa talking
Girl I remember like it was yesterday we never played no games no
Now I don't know who you are
Now I don't know who you are no
[Chingy:]
Believe it or not you my one and only
Well you was until I found yous a damn phony
Give that jewelry back like how ya living
Naw keep it baby I ain't no indian giver
But trust me come around the corner all that be honest bullshit say that you was gonna
I don't regret you being my woman because real recognize real
I shoulda seen it coming damn
[Bobby Valentino:]
Girl I remember you took my heart from the start
We never be apart no
Cause I remember holding hands in the park in the nolia? villa talking
Girl I remember like it was yesterday we never played no games no
Now I don't know who you are
(feat. Tyrese)
[Chorus]
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pulling me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
Every time I try to go
Something keeps telling me that, me that
Everything gon' be alright
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pulling 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,
Spending money, going shopping
Eating at the finest restaurants
And if I'm club hopping
She was right thurr with me bottle popping living that life
She just didn't understand my lifestyle and that I don't like
We didn't have a worry in the world, got u diamonds got u pearls
But I can't help it if Ching-A-Ling be attracting all the girls
Baby I'm a superstar and that come wit it
You got a good nigga on the side, you betta run wit it,
Even though I'm on tha road doing 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
Might 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 sitting here, looking crazy like
Damn!
[Chorus]
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pulling me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
Every time I try to go
Something keeps telling me that, me that
Everything gon' be alright
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pulling 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 arguing, can I have dinner with some dessert (uh uh)
She talking 'bout this phone number she found,
Hey, give me time to put my bags down,
She's straight up, clowned
Before we end up fighting, let me leave,
I'm exhausted and dis hurt, I don't need
Now I'm wit the fellas riding 'n' drinking
She's blowing my two way up but I need some time for thinking
(Yeah) I wanna go back, but something saying naaaw
Give her some space and the next day I might call
What should I do
Look, let me ask ya'll
Should I stand tall, or let this relationship fall
I ain't down on with having my feelings crushed
But it happens sometimes
Either love it or give it up
I thought I was your man
Guess u ain't understand
N now I'm sittin' here looking crazy like
Damn!
[Chorus]
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pulling me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
Every time I try to go
Something keeps telling me that, me that
Everything gon' be alright
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pulling me back, me back
Telling me I need you in my life
It was meant to be,
You were meant for me,
So that means we gotta make it work
[JD:] Chingy holla at dem again !!
[Verse 3]
Ta all the fellas know u feel me, if you ever had a woman,
Good times led to bad times n u ain't see it coming,
Tried your best to make her happy,
But it wasn't enough,
Cuz mama told me in relationship the road gets rough
N I ain't the one to have my head down
Weak 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' here looking crazy like
Damn!
[Chorus]
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pulling me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
Every time I try to go
Something keeps telling me that, me that
Everything gon' be alright
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pulling me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
It was meant to be,
You were meant for me,
I am the flyest nigga around, yeah
You know who it is
Young, smooth, jackpot, Chingaling, yeah
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner Ima check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner Ima check yo ass
I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
That Rolls Royce seem to be them hoes choice
They love the luxury 'cuz it get 'em so moist
Navigation, one button activated by a voice
You can call me the king 'cuz I got so many toys
My favorite designer Louis Vuitton, Ima shiner
Cocky, kinda true as a don big timer
Rocks will blind ya, yeah, I'm the bomb street grinder
Cocked the niner now, you folks now, ya time up
When I'm in L.A., Mista Chize I rub back
ATL, I'm adjustin’ wit a chick, how you love that?
Flash 100 large, make a bet where you scrubs at
I'm the youngest in charge 26’s them dubs wack
They spinin' 24’s when they sell me the ‘cut back
Real cats get down, fake cats get mugged, rat
Baby got back now, no mama, can I rub that?
Ima hustla with clout, ya dig? She dug that
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner Ima check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner Ima check yo ass
I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Wanna be my boo? Plus they caked up
Just stay up on ya fashion, always be draped up
And just know this, ya man about paper
And when I talk listen, hey, fuck them haters
Oh, you like Shennel, I can take you to meet her
Heels and sandals, baby, you done wearin’ sneakers
Business I handle, heads turn when they see us
And if they don’t know, we gonna make 'em some believers
Juicy Couture, I can see you in that too
Never wear nothing twice, everything brand new
Hey, keep your hair done shape right and nails nice
Stay flawless in public if you wanna be my wife
Them other broads say but, hey let them hoe
They just mad because I don’t sweat them hoes
'Cuz they mad broke and I get them hoes
My swagga’ tight and my sway penny rolls
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner Ima check yo ass
Yeah, fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner Ima check yo ass
Uh uh uh uh..uh uh uh uh uh huh
That's Right
Who wanna Mob wit me (I do derrty)
You wanna Mob wit me (Yes I do derrty)
It's all you what you see (I know what)
Ain't no playin in these streets
I'ma slide in and Slide out her
Big Work is what I hide in my house
For the hate ammunition make em hide out
Leave ya head like a highway wide out
Flat out once the cat out Gats out
Bring Forearms and bats out Chainsaws 2 ax out
The Blackout-It's 2 white but need a Black house
Got a rat spouse who act out overcracked out
Gotta access with the back out on a back route
To send shots at that house
Rats snitch so I trap mouse
Need a hit bigboss man Chingy who they ask bout
Up and on ya can is blast out
Smashed out
Eyes red once the hash out
Every check gotta get cashed out
Trips for my people on the 1st in
Bustin in I'm the last out
The usual suspect but never seen
Like my paper foreever green wit a 2gether team
Whatever seems leads 2 better cream
Better bring them Beredda things
Like it rain in the dark-I wet a team
My level's mean instead of lean (lean)
Or here the face of this earth bout 2 let a Stream
Last night I seen Jesus face the Earth and shed a turr (tear)
Will I make it or be dead this yurr (year)
Nah I be glossin on them shiny feet like a Pedicurr (cure)
Posted up in a Tactic like Metal Gear
The rose petal's here (uh)
You from the concrete cracks never met a Fear (urr)
Just a metaphor 2 better your head'll blurr
Instead of blurr let it clurr how stress is and let it cure (urr)
Haters hate it hurr slap you like hunters at a duur (eer)
This present year not 4 you peasants here (urr)
My message here is a must now that I address you queer (urr)
Once I weighed the beats
Behave the streets
Pave the week
with heat 7 days a week
Plays in sheet
Grenade ya peeps-Invade ya cheats
Bitches wanna blood bath so I bathe the freaks
Save ya greif-Yo make up I made ya meat
You made the beef-I ate the beef
Knock out ya fronts ta where they have 2 tape ya teeth
Replace ya teeth
you 2 soft ain't no way that you can face the street
I lace the beat
Trackrunner feds can't trace my feet
or replace my bars in a place wit bars
Speedy racer won't cha race these cars
Make me large take charge and say we stars
Don't play we are Make Me War
Go crazy and blow up some shit
Rep yo hood cuz you goin see me throw up some shit
Pull it out and slug up some shit
Tore up and spit clips 2 them peoples come in and show up wit shit
Uh huh That's just 2 let you know when you mob wit me
Don't ask no ?'s if you goin roll then roll
If you not goin roll then I'm goin roll right over
Mobb Wit Me Who
The West side goin mob wit me
The North side goin mob wit me
The East side goin mob wit me
Down South goin mob wit me
Nationwide Worldwide
Mob wit ya boi Chingy
Whats up yall Chingy slot a lot in tha house,
We got Jackpot The Pimp in the back,
We came herre today to address a certain issue that all u young playas need to know about for real
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
U cant fool me hoe,
Wit that movie star role,
Take yo ass to the store,
Or get a job and blow,
Why should i love ya,
Why should i kiss ya,
Gang of cats banged ya,
Dats y i diss ya,
Imma paint a picture,
Didnt dem gang hit ya,
Now u want me to play suggar daddy off fit ya,
Crazy as a mental patient in a wheelchurr (a wheelchurr),
Take that weave out and go get some real hurr (some real hurr),
Lets play truth or durr (truth or durr),
Is it true that u gave head in tha phone booth,
Girl that shit aint cute but aw u dont curr,
When im out i see u shurr,
I dont wanna fuck i wanna get in them pockets reverse physiology aint too furr,
I claim hip,
My set ya strip,
I check my grip,
Trick, send out them lips and them hips,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
Done wit that depressiments,
Young minded aggresive shit,
Cats seein to touch her clit,
Really dont know who u messin wit,
Yall this aint no sexual shit,
Un-disrepectful bitch,
Take a look at my neck-a-lace,
Betta then what u get up for breakfast,
U can let them passers hit,
Till u reach my measurements,
Neva dealt wit pressure pimp,
Advertizing dont neva simp,
Girls talk,
Doods do it,
I aint heard an impressive chick,
My lesson is neva sweat a chick,
Wit im wit first is like leadament,
Im a betta rich,
She betta then,
Girl lets freak then exit chick,
She like to be rubbed wit Paniten,
Talk what she like and get a answer,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked
They did us so many times i gotta do these hoes,
Quit lookin at me all funny i dont curr if u these hoes,
This how i view these hoes,
Came to chose these hoes,
Use these hoes for what they worth and lose these hoes,
They filled wit 2 peice hoes,
I know that u see O's,
In my check book and my net is usually froze,
I like groopie hoes,
Just come to me show,
Hit and run wit out child support,
Now sue me hoe cuz,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u i dont need (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back,
Hey wassup!
With the ladies and gentlemen this evenin'
Ya dig?
I'm Jackpot the Pimp steppin in fo a minute screamin at yall
Ya dig
The one that taught the mac how to mac
And the one that taught superfly how to flap his muthafukin wings
Yes in the flesh, its me Jackpot the muthfukin Pimp
I see some of you playas,
got cha hoes walkin around, and they movin to muthafukin slow
the bitch must got bricks on her muthafukin feet
Well check this out nigga
If you got a crease in ya muthafukin shoes, well ya walkin to much
and you aint no real pimp
man look
i got hoes who drive me around in the deville lac whit the muthafukin wheel on the back
and bitch im kickin my gators off
whit my feet on the mink mutha fukin rug
ya understand?
and ya got to understand this pimpin is real
ya dig
nigga i eat sleep and breath pussy muthafuka
fuck the stock market
im down whit the cock market
ya dig?
niggas talkin bout dis a drought
nigga it aint no drought
im bringin them hoes in
and im bringin them hoes out
bitch ya need to be all you can be
but this aint the U.S. Navy
Bitch this the U.S pay me
i got 22 bitches coast to coast bring me 10 cent a muthafukin week, lets do the math thats 10 G's times 52, thats over a
half a million dollars a year.
Chingy, Track Stars dirty, well I got a Caprice on 24's
I got a Range Rover with spinners
I got an Imparler with beat let's go
I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't
But I do know this might be a single when I walk my chains on
So it my jingle if she give me brains on
The haters know were my crew so famous
That I cant go no wearin' that loot, you name it
The mall the gas station dem people be waiting to see me
Hop in somethin' hating all them duece duece skating
Runnin' it like Walter Payton until you fucked it
It's so blatent, fuck the paper I'm savin' my bank acount is amazin'
I'm ratin' myself a 20, I'm takin' myself a 20
I'm 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
I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't
But I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't
I gotta 75 Caprice in my yard
A loui drop top graphics man it's hard
Custom made interior dirty it's the shit
Ratin' spins and spokes 24's on it
Yep gotta TV and steerin' wheels like Luda
And if you run up on me look dirty ill shoot ya
G I B 1 on my customized plates
Slide alot bottles don't never come fake
I'm about to hit Lillian, just past Clackston
Whippin' with a peice that's better than Tony Braxton's
Ain't no right no rythem in with my few team bumps
I got the 3 amps and the woofers in my trunk
Yeyah I know you money hungry hoes wanna roll with trick
You know I ride nothin' less than them dubs
I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't
But I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't
But I don't, but I don't
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't
But I don't
Pretty honey hit me lookin' good
Right sittin' on the banks lookin' good
Hundred thousand round my neck lookin' good
Cappers tryin' to run up I wish she would
I role wit nuttin' but ballas with 26's with them chrome rims
Rims on da truck make them heffers get hypnotized quick
Candy colored paintin' makin' new tricks fanu's this
Bars on my tucker time to step up into my wip
O G blue secrets money makin' you fools sick
Us like your there, my dirtys flipin' some hoe bricks
I don't give a damn, if you don't give a damn
I'm a stunt, I'm gunna go an' let us know who I am
Cars, clothes, money, ice, straps, clips, hoe's, dikes
Magnums, freaks house, price, 1 point 5 life
I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't
But I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't
Fall-N
Fall-N
Pussy nigga
Pussy niggas
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)
Retaliation is a must
I'm keep'in the gutter broad
Anybody talk'in stuff – yeah I'm runnin up on ya
Banger (?) keep it by my side
Honey stacks don't fold right (wtf?)
Cause I got them streets tied – pimp'in like I'm roll'in right
Yeah your walk'in on the corner better get my money right
Cause I know your feet hurt / How you gonna stay by my side?
If you ain't gett'in it / I'm about to roll you right
Like a dodgy blunt (ho) – pick'in thrown off the side
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)
(whoo – oo – oo)
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!)
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)
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
Y'all already know, Slot-A-Lot, So So Def
And if you a bad chick, get on the floor and
How the, how the hell did you get all o' that in dem jeans?
How the, how the hell did you get all o' that in dem jeans?
'Cuz your waist so little and your ass is like whoa
'Cuz your waist so little and your ass is like whoa
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, luxury, now that's your life
That's the type of shit I'm on, let me see you get them on
Back it up a bit, yeah, that's it 'cuz I can see your thong
Caramel skin tone, damn, you look like Nia Long
Don't be actin' like that, lil' mama 'cuz I can leave you 'lone
Mix the lime with that Patron, that's what we drinkin' on
She wanna go out to eat but me, JD, I'm thinkin' home
Just so I can see ya moan, what the hell? We both grown
Wearin' dem jeans like that'll 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 now, A Town
Hey now, hey, hey, hey now, hey
Let me help you with dem jeans, baby, lay down
Damn, girl, how you get all o' that in dem jeans?
Dem jeans, how you get all o' that in dem?
Damn, girl, how you get all o' 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, that's what's up
Now, now, now when you walkin', girl and you make it swirl
It's hard for me to look and not want you up in my world
Bubbled up, ohh, pokin' out, hey
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)
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).
(repeat)
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.
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.
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
Man them laws looking for me man
Rob to Mississippi All The Way To St.Lou
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.
Either they don't know, don't show
Or don't care about what's going on in the hood
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, this your boy
Chingaling man need to talk to the world real quick
Talk to 'em, man, you know we got a lot of problems
Going on in the inner city, in the ghetto, in the hood
They ain't hearin' you, ain't nobody touchin' on, democrats
Republicans, all those folks, you know they don't care
What's going on in the ghetto anyway
Everyday I wake up with a regular mentality
But I'm a target on the street and that's just reality
Cats in the ghetto ain't never had a high salary
Except makin' deals and selling blow in the alley
See, the system was made for us to fail, look at the jails
Overpopulated with Mexicans and young black males
I ain't tellin' the tale so we choose heaven or hell
Don't care about letters from school, we'd rather get street mail
I been a witness to some murders snitchin'I do without it
But then I wonder why the damn police don't do nothing about it
Go to the unemployment office, hell, yeah, it's crowded
Our hoods takin' wrong turns, now it's time to reroute it
I know a lil' dude, 13, carry a burner dropped out of school
Teacher said he wasn't a fast learner
Sometimes I wonder, in 20 years I wonder where we gon' be
When I say we, I mean my black community, ya digg
They don't know how it feels to hurt so long
'Cause they never walked in these shoes
And they never had to cry these blues
How many men turn their back on us so long
Always say what they gon' do
But they never seem to come through
Pardon my French but I don't think we ready for a lady president
It's evident that it's a mans world so that's irrelevant
The system think we all niggas and we not intelligent
But Martin Luther and Malcolm taught me before I'm heaven sent
The girls havin' kids and they still some kids
Poppin' them out one after another like that's what it is
It's innocent cats doin' bizz, they just tryin' to life
And the police don't even know if the crime they did
It's got my brain in a twist, so I'm twistin' a leaf
On my balcony smokin' and drinkin' trying to see some relief
If I can change our neighborhoods I would, put that on me
This world messed up and that Stevie Wonder can see
So to my dogs locked down set ya mind free
'Cause you and I don't even believe you can get your degree
Sometimes I wonder in 20 years where we gon' be
And when I say we I mean my black community, let's go
They don't know how it feels to hurt so long
'Cause they never walked in these shoes
And they never had to cry these blues
How many men turn their back on us so long
Always say what they gon' do
But they never seem to come through
I twist the cap off the bottle, take a sip and see tomorrow
Like pac, wash away the sorrow while police hit the block
I be up all night, askin' God for the truth
He told me thinking translated in my own words in the booth
Try to reach the youth 'cause that's what matters today
I'm ain't too religious but I get on my knees and pray
Sometimes I wonder in 20 years where we gon' be
I ain't gotta wonder no more, my people rollin' with me, yeah
They don't know how it feels to hurt so long
'Cause they never walked in these shoes
And they never had to cry these blues
How many men turn their back on us so long
Always say what they gon' do
But they never seem to come through
Yeah, they'll never come through, wo, oh, oh
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
Collipark
Nasty girl, nasty, nasty girl, nasty
Far as I know, u a freak
A lil' nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat
Clap, clap, skeet, skeet
Is all I really wanna do but she don't come cheap
Far as I know, u a freak
A lil' nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat
Clap, clap, skeet, skeet
Is all I really wanna do but she don't come cheap
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Chickenhead, patty cake, lean wit it, rock wit it now
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Chickenhead, patty cake, lean wit it, rock wit it, c'mon
Hands up, lil' momma, wats up?
Know you see me pullin' up in that truck
Rimmed up, chin chilla, Timbed up
Hopped out, matchin' furr brim, what?
Yeah, these freaks out tonight
Man, heard that they in route tonight
Nobody should be sittin' on the couch tonight
This gray goose got me feelin' so right
Far as I know, u a freak
A lil' nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat
Clap, clap, skeet, skeet
Is all I really wanna do but she don't come cheap
Far as I know, u a freak
A lil' nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat
Clap, clap, skeet, skeet
Is all I really wanna do but she don't come cheap
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Chickenhead, patty cake, lean wit it, rock wit it now
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Chickenhead, patty cake, lean wit it, rock wit it, c'mon
Now I'm lookin' for that ass and dem jeans
Shaped like a eight walk, real mean
Hot class and always on the scene
Cats ask her why she always lookin' mean
Behind closed doors, it's a different thing
She get it from her momma, I ain't mad, 'nah I mean?
I can only show you these two things
Clap, clap, skeet, skeet, now beat
Far as I know, u a freak
A lil' nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat
Clap, clap, skeet, skeet
Is all I really wanna do but she don't come cheap
Far as I know, u a freak
A lil' nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat
Clap, clap, skeet, skeet
Is all I really wanna do but she don't come cheap
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Chickenhead, patty cake, lean wit it, rock wit it now
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Chickenhead, patty cake, lean wit it, rock wit it, c'mon
Nasty, who? Nasty girl, me?
I don't mean to sturr, boy, what chu' lookin' at?
V.I.P to my hotel suite
Maybe we can take it thurr? That's right
Nasty, who? Nasty girl, me?
I don't mean to sturr, boy, what chu' lookin' at?
V.I.P to my hotel suite
Maybe we can take it thurr? That's right
Far as I know, u a freak
A lil' nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat
Clap, clap, skeet, skeet
Is all I really wanna do but she don't come cheap
Far as I know, u a freak
A lil' nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat
Clap, clap, skeet, skeet
Is all I really wanna do but she don't come cheap
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Chickenhead, patty cake, lean wit it, rock wit it now
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Chickenhead, patty cake, lean wit it, rock wit it, c'mon
This is been a Collipark Slaughterlot presentation
(Chingy:)
(Woo!) Put your hands up (x2)
("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
And uhh {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
(Woo!) Put your hands up! (x2)
And uhh ("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
And uhh {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
(Chorus:)
Yeah, hurr comes the king of the Midwest
C, H to the I to the N to the G
{"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
Say what, say what {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me."} (x2)
(Chingy:)
I'm back (yeah I'm back) I ain't went nowhurr
'Cept across the world and back, right hurr and right thurr
It's a fact (it's a fact) I'ma do what I do
Hold the town down, always represent the Lou'
And I pack (and I pack) a 45 for the hate
People like "When it's gon' drop," cause man they can't wait
Ha ha! (Ha ha!) You can catch me on the bricks
In a fly-ass whip, with a fly-ass chick
Talk to 'em Chingy, women tellin me they miss me
All these fools tryin to diss me, these lil' girls tryin to kiss me
(Say what, say what) We're still makin big deals
Still roll on 26's cause I ride big wheels
Yeah, still keepin it real
Still got that thang on me, homey keep that steel
(Stay back, stay back) So if you want me come get me
I ain't trippin {"cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
(Chorus)
Yeah, hurr comes the king of the Midwest
C, H to the I to the N to the G
{"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
[Chingy:]
Yeah, what up with it ya'll(powerballin')
We come to the end of the powerballin' album
I hope you liked it and enjoy it (you know)
I'm representing the Git It Boyz
This your boy Chingy
And matter of fact,
I wanna shout out everybody who had something to do with this album
The Features of the album
Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, David Banner, The Git It Boyz, Boozie, The O.G.
Risk Money One and I also wanna thank Ms. Janet Jackson, you dig?
aight aight
You know what I'm saying?
And look, I wanna thank the whole St. Louis for supporting they boy to stand on from day 1
I gotta shout out all the sides, the northside, the westside, the eastside, southside you know
good fellow
Grand, King's Highway, Natural Bridge
All the sides of St. Louis dirty
You know I'm representing the STL
And I also wanna thank
Capitol Record, you know what I'm saying
For holding it down from the first album to the second album Powerballin'
Everybody that had something to do with this album
Capitol Record I appreciate it
I also wanna say I got love
I wanna thank DTP, its good
What's up Ludacris
Yes, and I also wanna say
you know, my record company slot-a-lot
we bout to be dropping alot u dig?
The Git It Boyz, Boozie, Risk Money O.G. 1
And on and on and on and on
But I also wanna thank all the radio station world-wide
For supporting they boys, ranning their voice, feeling they boys, giving your boys a rotation, Yea
And I also wanna thank all the stores
Ma impala stores, retails store
all that for holding it down
selling the c.d.s its good, yes
your boy Chingy,
GIt It Boyz, Got the third album coming out real soon
You gon' know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh, you know how we do it dirty
STL thats right thats right
I wanna thank all my loving nieces
u dig? I wanna thank the nephews
u understand what i'm saying
i wanna thank my son, my cute baby
thats right, u dig?
and i also wanna thank my mama, my daddy,
my grandmama, my granddaddy, rest in peace
and i wanna dedicate this album to my cousin locked up
Cojack, Capon, Rag, Ron
Sweatin' all my people in da cell thats holding it down
and also my people thats resting in peace
Tommy Von, Roc, My grandpa Jack, nails, slim, the gang of people dirty
thats how we do this
i dedicate this to anyone that was locked up
powerballin, i hope u like the album, hope u got the album and appreciate the album u dig?
but be on the lookout cause the GIt It Boyz c.d.s coming
[Chingy:]
Yeah, what up with it ya'll(powerballin')
We come to the end of the powerballin' album
I hope you liked it and enjoy it (you know)
I'm representing the Git It Boyz
This your boy Chingy
And matter of fact,
I wanna shout out everybody who had something to do with this album
The Features of the album
Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, David Banner, The Git It Boyz, Boozie, The O.G.
Risk Money One and I also wanna thank Ms. Janet Jackson, you dig?
aight aight
You know what I'm saying?
And look, I wanna thank the whole St. Louis for supporting they boy to stand on from day 1
I gotta shout out all the sides, the northside, the westside, the eastside, southside you know
good fellow
Grand, King's Highway, Natural Bridge
All the sides of St. Louis dirty
You know I'm representing the STL
And I also wanna thank
Capitol Record, you know what I'm saying
For holding it down from the first album to the second album Powerballin'
Everybody that had something to do with this album
Capitol Record I appreciate it
I also wanna say I got love
I wanna thank DTP, its good
What's up Ludacris
Yes, and I also wanna say
you know, my record company slot-a-lot
we bout to be dropping alot u dig?
The Git It Boyz, Boozie, Risk Money O.G. 1
And on and on and on and on
But I also wanna thank all the radio station world-wide
For supporting they boys, ranning their voice, feeling they boys, giving your boys a rotation, Yea
And I also wanna thank all the stores
Ma impala stores, retails store
all that for holding it down
selling the c.d.s its good, yes
your boy Chingy,
GIt It Boyz, Got the third album coming out real soon
You gon' know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh, you know how we do it dirty
STL thats right thats right
I wanna thank all my loving nieces
u dig? I wanna thank the nephews
u understand what i'm saying
i wanna thank my son, my cute baby
thats right, u dig?
and i also wanna thank my mama, my daddy,
my grandmama, my granddaddy, rest in peace
and i wanna dedicate this album to my cousin locked up
Cojack, Capon, Rag, Ron
Sweatin' all my people in da cell thats holding it down
and also my people thats resting in peace
Tommy Von, Roc, My grandpa Jack, nails, slim, the gang of people dirty
thats how we do this
i dedicate this to anyone that was locked up
powerballin, i hope u like the album, hope u got the album and appreciate the album u dig?
but be on the lookout cause the GIt It Boyz c.d.s coming
[Chingy:]
Yeah, what up with it ya'll(powerballin')
We come to the end of the powerballin' album
I hope you liked it and enjoy it (you know)
I'm representing the Git It Boyz
This your boy Chingy
And matter of fact,
I wanna shout out everybody who had something to do with this album
The Features of the album
Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, David Banner, The Git It Boyz, Boozie, The O.G.
Risk Money One and I also wanna thank Ms. Janet Jackson, you dig?
aight aight
You know what I'm saying?
And look, I wanna thank the whole St. Louis for supporting they boy to stand on from day 1
I gotta shout out all the sides, the northside, the westside, the eastside, southside you know
good fellow
Grand, King's Highway, Natural Bridge
All the sides of St. Louis dirty
You know I'm representing the STL
And I also wanna thank
Capitol Record, you know what I'm saying
For holding it down from the first album to the second album Powerballin'
Everybody that had something to do with this album
Capitol Record I appreciate it
I also wanna say I got love
I wanna thank DTP, its good
What's up Ludacris
Yes, and I also wanna say
you know, my record company slot-a-lot
we bout to be dropping alot u dig?
The Git It Boyz, Boozie, Risk Money O.G. 1
And on and on and on and on
But I also wanna thank all the radio station world-wide
For supporting they boys, ranning their voice, feeling they boys, giving your boys a rotation, Yea
And I also wanna thank all the stores
Ma impala stores, retails store
all that for holding it down
selling the c.d.s its good, yes
your boy Chingy,
GIt It Boyz, Got the third album coming out real soon
You gon' know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh, you know how we do it dirty
STL thats right thats right
I wanna thank all my loving nieces
u dig? I wanna thank the nephews
u understand what i'm saying
i wanna thank my son, my cute baby
thats right, u dig?
and i also wanna thank my mama, my daddy,
my grandmama, my granddaddy, rest in peace
and i wanna dedicate this album to my cousin locked up
Cojack, Capon, Rag, Ron
Sweatin' all my people in da cell thats holding it down
and also my people thats resting in peace
Tommy Von, Roc, My grandpa Jack, nails, slim, the gang of people dirty
thats how we do this
i dedicate this to anyone that was locked up
powerballin, i hope u like the album, hope u got the album and appreciate the album u dig?
but be on the lookout cause the GIt It Boyz c.d.s coming
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]
(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
(verse1)(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 fits
Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant
Run game on a trick like check this
She seen the atm recipt and got 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)
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
(verse2)(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)
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
(verse3) (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 'cause
(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
[Chingy:]
Yeah, what up with it ya'll(powerballin')
We come to the end of the powerballin' album
I hope you liked it and enjoy it (you know)
I'm representing the Git It Boyz
This your boy Chingy
And matter of fact,
I wanna shout out everybody who had something to do with this album
The Features of the album
Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, David Banner, The Git It Boyz, Boozie, The O.G.
Risk Money One and I also wanna thank Ms. Janet Jackson, you dig?
aight aight
You know what I'm saying?
And look, I wanna thank the whole St. Louis for supporting they boy to stand on from day 1
I gotta shout out all the sides, the northside, the westside, the eastside, southside you know
good fellow
Grand, King's Highway, Natural Bridge
All the sides of St. Louis dirty
You know I'm representing the STL
And I also wanna thank
Capitol Record, you know what I'm saying
For holding it down from the first album to the second album Powerballin'
Everybody that had something to do with this album
Capitol Record I appreciate it
I also wanna say I got love
I wanna thank DTP, its good
What's up Ludacris
Yes, and I also wanna say
you know, my record company slot-a-lot
we bout to be dropping alot u dig?
The Git It Boyz, Boozie, Risk Money O.G. 1
And on and on and on and on
But I also wanna thank all the radio station world-wide
For supporting they boys, ranning their voice, feeling they boys, giving your boys a rotation, Yea
And I also wanna thank all the stores
Ma impala stores, retails store
all that for holding it down
selling the c.d.s its good, yes
your boy Chingy,
GIt It Boyz, Got the third album coming out real soon
You gon' know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh, you know how we do it dirty
STL thats right thats right
I wanna thank all my loving nieces
u dig? I wanna thank the nephews
u understand what i'm saying
i wanna thank my son, my cute baby
thats right, u dig?
and i also wanna thank my mama, my daddy,
my grandmama, my granddaddy, rest in peace
and i wanna dedicate this album to my cousin locked up
Cojack, Capon, Rag, Ron
Sweatin' all my people in da cell thats holding it down
and also my people thats resting in peace
Tommy Von, Roc, My grandpa Jack, nails, slim, the gang of people dirty
thats how we do this
i dedicate this to anyone that was locked up
powerballin, i hope u like the album, hope u got the album and appreciate the album u dig?
but be on the lookout cause the GIt It Boyz c.d.s coming
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)
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
It's G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper
Richie Rich will chop his fingers with the axe
These trick-ass cowards should be wearin' tampax
What ya think this is, huh, a lifetime story
Man, I'm knockin' cowards off of my riders before me
Lay it down, muthafucka and quit bumpin' your gums
Ain't no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)
Police say G.I.B. is a game
But we just hooded up doin' our family thing
Straight hang and swang in the city of Kang
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'll envision a check
That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey
So where's my prey 'cuz it's possible for me to be poppin' today
I'll keep rockin' the [Incomprehensible] in the home of your place
Bet you won't wanna stay
Keep the chrome in your face, betta watch what you say, hey
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)
I'm [Incomprehensible] disturbin' the streets
Money's my mission but the way I live ain't no guarantees
Just visions of casualties sworn to municipalities
Got 'em after me 'cuz a coward chose to speak on how I'll eat
But I don't play when it comes to my meat
Like The Isley Brothers leave 'em layin' between the sheets
See we Get It Boyz and know we roll with the heat
If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)
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
'Cuz 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, I'll get your ass knocked
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 [Incomprehensible] street
Stay equipped with the heat
So we can take it to the street, yo, bitch niggas
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
[Chorus:]
I got my hands in my pocket*
My hats real low
I'm to kool to dance I just rock (3x)
I'm on the edge of the dance flo
Drank in my cup
I'm to kool to dance I just rock (3x)
[Verse:]
Friday night bout a quarter to 12
My benz outside and I'm ready to bail
My line'n on fresh and my shades channel
Gotta be so flyy in that stl I hear da dogs bark cause I got dat mail
Before I go grabed da pumper and a box of l's
Pulled out the drive way on my cell
Say he bout to meet me on [? ]
For da chicks got the sean john smell good
I know the thugs out so I'm keepn it hood
You can mug lil dirty but I wish you would
The real do what they want the fake do what they could some chicks rolled up in range and thangs
Lookin like they ready so I asked dey names
They knew who I was now they lookin strange
We on our way to the club and I don't play no games
uh oh, shoot nigga, shoot!
That's a four, that's a four, that's a four
(You know that's where i'm from, represent!)
Here ya go, here ya go!
You're gonna four with a three
Nigga, put 600 down
Nigaa, show it! Biatch
It's all good, it's all good, rock on
Drop it! I got a muthafuckin yard
Shoot! Don't talk about it, be about it
Tell em Chingy
Aw shit nigga quit ridin' my nuts
Fuck! Here we go, we're gonna do it right herre
We're gonna do it! Here's a seven
Slide it out nigga, clide it out nigga
Three hoes and a pimp, biatch!
There ya go, seven, Damn!
Okay Okay that ain't shit, that ain't shit
Nigga cuck that, I gotta thousand right now
I gotta thousand nigga
Whatever nigga
I gotta roll over your muthafuckin ass, baby!
Three hoes and a pimp bitch!
I'm gonna hit this four for the block
Come on muthafucker, loser, Chingy gettin bitch
Make that money!
Make that money!
Make that money!
[Chorus:]
(Make that money)
I get millionaire everybody want it [?]
(Make that money)
Spending like I just won the lotto [?] in a brand new Gallardo
(Make that money)
Nothing in this world is for free
Will you know, hustle harder than me
(Make that money)
Our whole world on the stream is that I make that money!
(Make that, make that money)
All I see is dollar sign, dollar sign
Big brown money bags with the dollar sign
Swear to God I'm a [?] better gotta shine
Need a scheme to make a million dollars [?]
Need that big bread, big house, bad bitch [?]
I'm an addict for that fast cash grip [?]
Cause I don't win for [?]
[?] no chain I'm Jazzy
Sleep with pretty things like Jessie, yeah!
Life is like the lottery, take chances gambling
Living on the edge, just scrambling, now!
[?] I was trying to get my luck up
I need a plan [?] mother fucker shut up!
[Chorus:]
(Make that money)
I get millionaire everybody want it [?]
(Make that money)
Spending like I just won the lotto [?] in a brand new Gallardo
(Make that money)
Nothing in this world is for free
Will you know, hustle harder than me
(Make that money)
Our whole world on the stream is that I make that money!
(Make that, make that money)
All I see is dollar sign, dollar sign
Old school go [?] with the dollar sign
Mixed up, not a scratch [?]
Gotta have a lot of [?] like it's dollar sign.
Cause now I'm seeing [?] pulling off, making niggers nauseous, yeah
Drop out, drop dead bitches that are gorgeous [?]
Money on my mind while I wake and sleep now
Daydreaming, think about [?]
Think about that Lambo, think about them Benz
Think about that mansion [?]
Closet full of Prada shoes, Louis and [?]
Waking up in the hood, broke as a nightmare.
[?] thinking about that big money [?] just to get money!
[Chorus:]
(Make that money)
I get millionaire everybody want it [?]
(Make that money)
Spending like I just won the lotto [?] in a brand new Gallardo
(Make that money)
Nothing in this world is for free
Will you know, hustle harder than me
(Make that money)
Our whole world on the stream is that I make that money!
Intro
My high hat connected to the snur drum
and my snur drum connected to the kick drum
and my kick drum connected to the beat drum
and my beat drum connected to the bass
Bridge
Imma see you when i see you when im riden through the hood
and if i dont say nothin homie know its all good
cause my speaker steady bumpin and my trunk beat thumpin
got a pocket full of dough and your whole block jumpin
Chorus (x 2)
i need my high hat
i need my kick drum
i need my ten stacks
now mumma get some
i make ur body rock
into the bass drum
them 808's not
in with the snur drum
Outro (x 2)
high hat
kick drum
ten stacks
now mumma get some
i make ur body rock
into the bass drum
them 808's not
Without great grandmother theres no me
Without grandmama theres no me
Without ma momma theres no me
Dem ladies made our family tree
Because i love dem all da same
And think of em all da same
Need sumthin juss ask i got it covered aint no thang
Ma autn jenni works hard and i appreciate that
So threw this song ima give my appreciation back
Remember a long time ago i would be down in da basement rappin
Shed stomp on da floor n say quit all dat damn snappin
She aint no 20 years from den datz wats makin all dis happen
She aint no at ma shows 50, 000 ppl clappin
Plus i wish i culda seen her face wen i bought dat pad
Dat waz juss a cool thank you gift from ur growner lad
You a (lovely lady) and thats y im praisin yahh existence
Her n howard always tought me 2 make wise decisions
Ya we gon make it through i dedicate this to u
Culd have had any mother but 4 goodness sakes its u
(chorus)
See momma u ma (lovely lady)
Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x
Momma u my (lovely lady)
Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x
Grandmomma u ma (lovely lady)
Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x
Lil sista u ma (lovely lady)
Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x
Plus my 2 grammys like ma mammies
I no sumtimes dey dont understand me
But 1 day just like dem billboards ima bring home a grammy
C ma momma momma big momma we kept er in sum drama
Couple bad ass grandsons walkin round wit llamas
She wuld fuss at us tell us right tho we aint know no betta
So leave 4 it to u ma appreciation letta
Ruth baby i aint forget yahh
Wen im gone im still wit yahh
I love comin by ur house n seein all ma posta pictures
Dey make me feel so special wen da world all on my back
U da loveliest lady write it down cause thats a fact
No sumtimes u want me 2 go 2 church i say i mite
Even if i dont u tell me keep god in my life
And i still got dem prayin hands on dat quarter i gave yahh
A men 2 god but sumtimes i feel like u ma savior
We gon make it thru
Dedicate dis 2 u
Culd have ne grandmomma 4 goodness sakes it u
(chorus)
Now dez 2 women in my life i gotta treat right
We handle business durin da day n we party at night
C ma 2 sistas i love yahh but neva put nuthin above yahh
U suffa i suffa u goin threw it den we gon struggle
Candace she da youngest dezineeya da oldest
Heather need sumbody 2 talk 2 i got er shulda
But if i got it u got it juss like i always told yahh
U aint neva gotta have a man 2 do 4 yahh im ur soldia
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.
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook]
Hate it or love it. [x16]
[Spoken: I dedicate this to all my enemies
All the motherfuckers who don't like me
Don't like what I'm doing [fuck!]
Don't like that I'm getting this money
Don't like that I'm back with the DTP family. Luda, what up?
Y'all can suck a dick, though
This your boy, Ching-a-ling
St. Louis to Atlanta, Atlanta to New York, New York to Cali. Worldwide!
You heard! Let's go.]
[Verse 1]
I know you cowards heard of me
You probably want to murder me
Ya hustlers to the third degree
I cut you like it's surgery
We hold court in the street and you committed perjury
Don't be nervous, B, the ambulance can't make this emergency
Urgently and purposely
I'm hurting the competitor who irking me is gon' be
Closed curtains, see
Blaze up the purple weed
The herbal trees give me the need to work a beat
Flow so for a hit that I deserve to be
Just work with me
Holy riders in my circle be
Not no rubber football but my turf with me
Think of jerking me
Out my dollar bills?
Beat that cat four months ago
And you can hear him holler still
Am I a G?
Certainly. So ain't no murking me
Phony cats be perping, B
While y'all dames be slurping me
Lurking, we creep at night
Pop on slight and hurt the beast
Nobody know where you at --
Tell mama to search the streets
[Hook]
Hate it or love it. [x16]
[Spoken: I don't give a fuck if you niggas don't like me
I don't give a fuck! I don't give a fuck if you bitches don't like me
Eat a dick, nigga. I wasn't put on this Earth for you to like me, man
I was put on this Earth to get money. And live my life
Ha ha! Uh huh
Don't ask me how my career doing. My career doing just fine
I'm good, man, I'm good. Just fine without you hypocrites and you critics
With all that gossip and bullshit. Let's go!]
[Verse 2]
Direspect the clique, neglect the clique, the tec'll spit, we wreck this shit
We rep the strip, y'all dudes broads - shoulda had breasts and shit
Confess to this, I'm the next to hit
Back for the first time, still rep what's on my necklace bitch
Bitch! No, I can't cry about the past
Left Capitol and signed with Def Jam on they ass
Let's get mo' money, real fast, I'm in first, you still last
You the worst, I feel bad for you fags
I feel sad that I had to buy the new Range
Cause the Jag got crashed, my bad
I know that's arrogant
But I don't care, and shit --
Shit, I got rich from saying "Right Thurr" and shit
[Hook]
Hate it or love it. [x16]
[Spoken: Crazy, ain't it? That's wild, that's wild
It ain't even like I made the word up, nigga, that's how I talk
That's how we talk in the Lou. That shit made me a millionaire
Getting money! That sound kinda cocky? So what? Fuck it! Get money!
Let's get it! But you know these motherfuckers everyday they always coming up to me asking me
Aw shit, there they go asking me questions again.]
[Verse 3]
Is me and Luda cool? Did you and Luda feud?
Today's news, I ain't in the motherfucking mood
I get [?] with dudes
[?] living your [?]
That's old, this new, this any of us, you getting burned
In which ya' raps I ain't concerned
Got a check for some mill, I signed off, so it's confirmed
Eh, look, homie, wait your turn
I ain't broke, nigga, look here, I'm straight as a perm
[Hook]
Hate it or love it. [x16]
[Spoken: As a perm, nigga, I'm good! That's straight as hell
Y'all just need to start making sure y'all good
Stick your nose outta other motherfuckers' business, man
I'm doing a'ight, my family's doing a'ight
My homies doing a'ight
Shout out to my niggas locked up!
Even my broads doing a'ight --
On they own! Cause I ain't giving them a dime!
Not a dime! That sum it up for you niggas?
Hate me or love me, baby, I'm out. Ching-a-ling
Jackpot. [?]
I am the flyest nigga around, yeah
You know who it is
Young, smooth, jackpot, Chingaling, yeah
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
That Rolls Royce seem to be them hoes choice
They love the luxury 'cuz it get 'em so moist
Navigation, one button activated by a voice
You can call me the king 'cuz I got so many toys
My favorite designer Louis Vuitton, I'ma shiner
Cocky, kinda true as a don big timer
Rocks will blind ya, yeah, I'm the bomb street grinder
Cocked the niner now, you folks now, ya time up
When I'm in L.A., Mista Chize I rub back
ATL, I'm adjustin' wit a chick, how you love that?
Flash 100 large, make a bet where you scrubs at
I'm the youngest in charge 26's them dubs wack
They spinnin' 24's when they sell me the ‘cut back
Real cats get down, fake cats get mugged, rat
Baby got back now, no mama, can I rub that?
I'ma hustla with clout, ya dig? She dug that
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Wanna be my boo? Plus they caked up
Just stay up on ya fashion, always be draped up
And just know this, ya man about paper
And when I talk listen, hey, fuck them haters
Oh, you like Shennel, I can take you to meet her
Heels and sandals, baby, you done wearin' sneakers
Business I handle, heads turn when they see us
And if they don't know, we gonna make 'em some believers
Juicy Couture, I can see you in that too
Never wear nothing twice, everything brand new
Hey, keep your hair done shape right and nails nice
Stay flawless in public if you wanna be my wife
Them other broads say but, hey let them hoe
They just mad because I don't sweat them hoes
'Cuz they mad broke and I get them hoes
My swagga' tight and my sway penny rolls
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
[feat. Trey Songz]
(Money)
[Chingy:]
Trey Songz, I see you baby, What Up? (SONGZ)
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
[Bridge:]
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want, girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What's mine's is yours.
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey Songz:] So Whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What's mine's is yours, baby
[Verse 1: Chingy]
You a material girl, in a material world.
A celebrity chick, that wants diamonds and pearls.
Naw, I don't mind doing for you in public, you let me touch it and rub it,
But I don't love you (Aw no)
I let her drive the whip,
Stay over, call her girlfriends to my house and let 'em lay. (Oh Yeah)
Take her where she want, when she want, but don't get it twisted, the girl no her do's and don'ts.
My mama likes her, pops dig her.
Damn near took eight months just to hit her (No nigga)
When we go out, we take pictures
She bad, lil' dirty, around my homies, I kiss her
And ya'll know that ain't me, fo' sho' that ain't me
Oh, it's 'bout dough, and that's me (Money, Money)
My ride or die girl going hard, I spend it on her since the cash flow flowing hard.
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
[Bridge:]
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want, girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What's mine's is yours.
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey Songz:] So Whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What's mine's is yours, baby
[Verse 2: Chingy]
I take her on trips, she like to go to Italy
Get it, heel game, that girl be killing me
I love her attitude, feisty and silly, B
Sex never bad, she the drug that be healing me
Sometimes though, the broad get the illest E
Notice that another chick, feeling me
Hey now, said she want a 'lac truck
She don't like riding low, 'cause she like to sit up
Put the 26's on it, what the fuck
Gave it to her, told her, tear the streets up
Pretty girl, but she keep the heat tucked
She tough, see bruh but she a freak, she enough, ya dig
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
[Bridge:]
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want, girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What's mine's is yours.
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey Songz:] So Whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What's mine's is yours, baby
[Verse 3: Chingy]
Figures, girls look so good. But their brains are not ready, I don't know
I'd rather get with a baller chick, doing it real heavy, and getting dough
I'm a fly guy, baby, you got be up to part.
Hair, nails done, feet, looking like a star
Everywhere we go, they need to know who we are
And It's a must that we hop out the nicest cars
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
[Bridge:]
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want, girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What's mine's is yours.
[Trey Songz:] So whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] If I got it, you got it.
[Trey Songz:] So Whatchu want girl?
[Chingy:] What's mine's is yours, baby
[Chingy:]
What's mine's is yours, baby
[Trey Songz:]
Ridin', ridin', ridin' that train
Ridin', ridin', ridin', all aboard
Ay, they tell me do it, how I do it
Take no time Imma get right to it
Imma busy act fluid, make up yo mind
Baby shake yo behind, I just wanna see ya move it
Dance floor packed, her body grooving
All these classy chicks, mama you an a student
Cute and thick, got me, ‘bout to loose it
I can see yo ass for evidence and I can prove it
Ride, ride that train, bring that freak out
Don't hide that thang, oh my, her body insane
Got me feeling like dang, I can have that thang
I'll ride the track, all the fine dime pieces where you at?
DJ bring it back, I don't know how to act when the party packed
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train, 3, 2, 1, all aboard
Oh, my God again, here, we got another one
There she go with that coke bottle, body guns, bang, bang
When she drop it on down, doing her thang, thang
And I can't stop assuming her
She get it in then she run, run with it
Break it on down, 911 with it dumb, dumb did it
Took my fit it, wink her eye then I go, go get it, ay
I got nothing to say, all she wants is to play
Then I close my eyes and realize that I want this to sway
Don't get up on the 5's, I looked her right in the eyes
We feeling like these feathers stuck together, blowing away
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride
Ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
1 2 1 oh
Yes sir, I'm looking at her
Let me have that cat, I can make it purr
I slur my words and verbs
Bowling ball legs, how'd you get those curves?
I know you feel it, baby, yeah
I got that urge, I'mma waiter and you can get served
Twelve shots on the D, I'm perve
Get with me get, what you deserve
I'll ride the track
All the fine dime pieces, where you at?
DJ bring it back, don't know how to act when the party packed
Ridin', ridin', ridin' that train
Ridin', ridin', ridin' that train
Ridin', ridin', ridin'
Lemme see you ride
Lemme see you ride
Lemme see you ride
Lemme see you ride
Lemme see you ride
Lemme see you ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
so much for my happy ending
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
so much for my happy ending
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
so much for my happy ending
let's talk this over
it's not like we're dead
was it something i did?
was it something you said?
don't leave me hanging
in a city so dead
held up so high
on such a breakable thread
You were all the things i thought i knew
and i thought we could be
You were everything, everything
that i wanted
we were meant to be, supposed to be
but we lost it
all of our memories so close to me
just fade away
all this time you were pretending
so much for my happy ending
so much for my happy ending
you've got your dumb friends
i know what they say (they say)
they tell you i'm difficult
but so are they (so are they)
but they don't know me
do they even know you (even know you)
all the things you hide from me
all the s*** that you do (all the s*** that you do)
You were all the things i thought i knew
and i thought we could be
You were everything, everything
that i wanted
we were meant to be, supposed to be
but we lost it
all of our memories so close to me
just fade away
all this time you were pretending
so much for my happy ending
It's nice to know that you were there
thanks for acting like you care
and making me feel like i was the only one
it's nice to know we had it all
thanks for watchin' as i fall
and letting me know we were done
he was everything, everything that i wanted
we were meant to be, supposed to be
but we lost it
all of our memories so close to me
just fade away
all this time you were pretending
so much for my happy ending
You were everything, everything
that i wanted
we were meant to be, supposed to be
but we lost it
all of our memories so close to me
just fade away
all this time you were pretending
so much for my happy ending
oh oh
so much for my happy ending
oh oh
so much for my happy ending
[feat. Rick Ross]
[Intro: Chingy (Rick Ross)]
I know you're thinkin this song is gonna be about
All the problems in my life, all my pain and sorrow
All the shit I done been through
And the times that I've been livin on this here fucked up Earth
Well I'm sorry to let you know that it ain't, haha
Cool & Dre watup, yeah
This your boy Chingy man, straight from the Lou' (it's Ricky Ross)
All the way to Miami (Chingy)
We doin it big baby (St. Louis, watup)
Now let's go
[Hook:]
We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
[Chingy:]
Look, check
Hey I'm so flossy I can wear the Dental package
The Range Rover sweet, 'cause it got a lotta racket
Our [? ] lost faith, now I call it Chingy Magic
Look the other way nigga when you see me in traffic
Hello, 22's is cool
Feel like I graduated, throwin y'all still in school
Look, mellow they call me Young Smooth
'Cause my appearance alone will get your girl in a mood, shoot
I know they like the color on the Chrys'
'Cause I'm gettin it hell, put some colors in the ice
That's ballin, go 'head, gamble with your life
And I'm a [gunshots] turn your head to some dice
Hood up partner, you niggaz goin straight broke
Tryna keep up with my whips, I don't pay a damn note
No, no you fake hustlers are a joke
Huffin old ass fool should have came with a remote
[Chorus:]
If you ridin 10 tyres, throw some 24's on it
Throw some 24's on it, throw some 24's on it
If you ridin regular paint, throw some candy on that bitch
Throw some candy on that bitch, throw some candy on that bitch
If your radio too low, throw some beat up in the trunk
Throw some beat up in the trunk, throw some beat up in the trunk
So pass the police, turn that shit up, let it bump
Turn that shit up, let it bump, turn that shit up, let it bump
[Hook]
[Rick Ross:]
Yeah, Boss
I'm a vet with the whips, when it's red on the hips
Hit the Lou' drop the top, throw up sess' and then I dip
22's out the top, I'm a mess with the bricks
Gettin head in all schools, havin sex in the six
I make you niggaz brin it, sittin on 30 inches
We steppin out blingin, me and the dirty Chingy
I met your homie chick, fucked her in 30 minutes
Jump back off in my shit, we back to serve sippin
You hear that big glock, you see that wrist watch
Go hit the weed spot, me and my shit wash
If you trippin, I'm bustin, we still killin for nothin
If you feelin I'm frontin, I'm continue to stuntin
Ricky Ross
[Chorus]
[Chingy:]
Click your heels homeboy, my rims on steroids
Po's pull me over you know, I don't care boy
Here's my license and to show that's all you pigs need
Keep fuckin with me, I'm a take you on a high speed
Try me (vroom), but you know what pa'
They usually stop me just to say they wanna drive my car, uh
Nah tell the station give you a raise
And maybe you can be flossin like me one day
One day, ay, where my riders at
The SS Impala co from front to back
I'm about to sell it tho', fuck it, give it to Smith
So he can stunt like his cousin and we all the shit
I got this, probably seen me on the dub cover
Flyin smurf, low fur, chauffeur, I'm a hustler
Yeah homie bring your whips out
Last nigga tried to jack me, dirty brought them clips out
Now you done been around the world,
and you'd seen alot of girls,
but, you aint neva seen a girl look so fly like,
Now you done rolled through some hoods,
theres some girls that look good,
but, you aint never seen a girl look so fly like,
& yu partied, and have hugs
& sum girls sho you love,
but, you aint never seen a girl look so fly like me
Baby, But chu never had a girl look so fly like me.
Now i'd done been around the world thought i'd seen it all
er color, er shape, what i need and all,
switch like seasons, when the summers, spring, & fall,
& back seat of my jeep, im chrome veet & all.
On the hunt for these girls were like my day to day,
i get em alone i jump em and den fade away,
i give it good so some of them wont stay away,
they try to lock me up, but i break away.
& to the day i lay my eyes on the princess,
& yu can tell she was a dime from a distance,
it took a minute to come to my senses,
shes the perfect match and god is my witness,
now for the first time i've opened my eyes,
put the glass in the air, now i toast to the sky,
feels like im in heaven, & im hoping to fly,
baby girl come along for the ride, yu know why cuhs i...
Now you done been around the world,
and you'd seen alot of girls,
but, you aint neva seen a girl look so fly like,
Now you done rolled through some hoods,
theres some girls that look good,
but, you aint never seen a girl look so fly like,
& yu partied, and have hugs,
& sum girls sho you love,
but, you aint never seen a girl look so fly like me
Baby, But chu never had a girl look so fly like me.
Now i aint neva had a girl that was so fly,
other guys come around, you acting so shy,
you got em shaking in their boots, and i know why,
cuhs they cant handle the truth and thats no lie,
as for me, im the one that you been dreaming on,
& wen yu saw me im the one that yu were steaming on,
& when yu need it im the shoulder that yu would be leaning on,
take off that guchi and keep them vickie sneakers on,
lets take a flight because the world is our playground,
and buy houses from the lou, to the A-Town,
its silk sheets so its soft when yu lay down,
ching-a-ling yea, i get down, and stay down,
theres no one better baby girl you'sz a blessing,
you got me heading in a positive direction,
you got my vote, when yu re-up for election,
cuhs all i wanna do is give you love and affection.
Now you done been around the world,
and you'd seen alot of girls,
but, you aint neva seen a girl look so fly like,
Now you done rolled through some hoods,
theres some girls that look good,
but, you aint never seen a girl look so fly like,
& yu partied, and have hugs,
& sum girls sho you love,
but, you aint never seen a girl look so fly like me
Baby, But chu never had a girl look so fly like me.
why yu wasting your time, & boy, running the streets,
when you can just come to me? (huh)
you know i got what you need,
i got what you want,
boy, wont you come and see?
what if you never, (seen) a girl like me ever, (like me before)?
wont you come inside, let me keep it dry,
cuhs, im, so, flyyyyy.
Now you done been around the world,
and you'd seen alot of girls,
but, you aint neva seen a girl look so fly like,
Now you done rolled through some hoods,
theres some girls that look good,
but, you aint never seen a girl look so fly like,
& yu partied, and have hugs,
& sum girls sho you love,
but, you aint never seen a girl look so fly like me
i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt
right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt
the time ain't not fit the crime
but suicide's not the key
reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
sometimes i feel stressed out but (they ain?) drinkin quarts
keep mah chest out
many ways of the world keep me swirled on what's the best route
maybe i died young and cookin provide none
plenty hustle for fake not to own an ride, dumb
the world is all game do small thangs get small change
lace up ya shoes make moves an let ya balls hang
too many sit back an say how did he git that
the first to have they hand out but last to have they shit crack
without a warnin, you could die tonight an be widout a mournin
the sun don't shine all the time nigga widout a stormin
smokin to maintain tryin to come up off knot
a damn thang, its a damn shame its fun to get done in this damn game
so i cry on to get my high on
and the prize but i got my eye on do for self what i rely on shows
i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt
right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt
the time ain't not fit the crime
but suicide's not the key
reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me
stop the pain, please lord, try ta stop the pain
police out to get us
no way they could stop the game
got capone, talk to em on prom night
said he need some herb, tell em stay calm right
i feelin side effects his olda brotha engaged
the cell jail tells sorry for not sendin no mail ale
van gogh wus up wit ja boy fos up
hit 9 times ima rhyme fo miss blatant crimes
yall know what yall be doin
play the role of a g
word out ta git ya
a century no history
the penitentiary not meant for me so i can't go
not meant for you you chose to go but times move slow
don't ever see me it's gettin older, behold the
sorrow tomorrow i got a shoulda
man so what you think they in thurr an we out hurr is gravy
you crazy
the population reslavery
did i forget to rhyme i didn't try to
my partner (cuffs me?) down to die too an ride through
let ya time pass then i will go home
i might be open but i hope i ain't goin capone
i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt
right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt
the time ain't not fit the crime
but suicide's not the key
reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
i'm right here in yo face wid a lendin hand
prison brings the bitch out the toughest man
but you try not to show it, claimin you claustrophobic
convicted can't kick it an when the lights cut off you know it
and gang bangas gettin played out some niggas can't let go
an sit up in they cell laid out
yo life's a constant lesson and everything you wanna do you gotta ask permission
hated to where you livin ima drink it (all for dark?) down to the suds
i got green leaves for (thick stuff?) when i roll up buds
an get fucked up
for (brad code jack?) an others all of em black brothers
hold ya head mothafuckas
my dream is to rap and show you that i care
this song might bring you to tears but life ain't fair
just be on God's side, an pray to our law
to forgive you for your wrong doins before you die
oh why, tell me why, gotta be like this
judges holdin grudges fuck that shit
be kins instead of seekin for revenge
police ain't no beast til yo ass die in
cryin through hell less mah cell get locked
we in jail so this muthafucka gon get rocked
for rock is there a heaven for a convicted felon
ain't no muthafuckin tellin i wish i could ask my ('cause an friend jeff?)
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
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.
[Chorus]
[Bobby Valentino]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby thats (awww)
[Chingy]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like... like
[Bobby Valentino]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby thats (awww)
[Ludacris]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...
[Bobby Valentino] & [Chingy]
I just want that gushy,[Yeah] gimme dat (gushy)
[We`re Allstar Atlanta baby]
I just want that gushy,[Luda Check] baby thats (awww)
(Verse 1 - Chingy)
Club packed, know imma be there all night
Tart as hell, Jetlag just got off a flight
But that don't stop me
Who? Not me
Pop 1 bottle
Pop 2
Bottles pop 3
4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P.
7, 8, 9, naww they all dimes O.G.
Louis frame match my Louis kicks on my fifth right?
Dirty lame look at me wrong? Tell 'em get right
Light reflecting off the Bentley watch, now im lit right?
6's on the candy Range just so i can sit right
Hotter if ya chick nice, I can triple his price
On the black?, got 'em hating, wanna fist fight?
Man don't get ya shit sliced, yea i hope the fifth tight
We tryna party, yo homey don't mess up this night
Its a D.T.P. thang, wall-to-wall, its hype
Me, Luda and Valentine, we living this life
[Chorus]
[Chingy]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like... like
(Bobby Valentino) & [Ludacris]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy,[ahh Yessir] baby thats (awww)
[Ludacris]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...
(Bobby Valentino) & [Ludacris]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy,[Ludaaa] baby thats (awww)
[Verse 2]
[Ludacris]
Ching-A-Ling, I gotta car full of women
And a truck full of beef
Air full of smoke
Le box full of heat
Heat it and repeat it every day!
If the cops seein on mah bumber every thing is ok
What you say
We cruise down the block
Droolz on my watch
Fools on mah truck
So turn this tuuune up a notch
Cause mah whip game's propper
Bentley drop topper
Clubs on Ludaa
Drinks on Chaka
Imma mash that woman
Smash that woman
Jump, shot, fake and pass that woman
Over to Bobby V.
And tell her to swallow he!
OOOPS DID I SAY THAT?
Good oh Golly V.
Cause it's
Probably 3 more women in tha cut
Talkin bout tonite
They tryna get
FUCKED UP!
And who tha hell would I be
If I ain't grant them they wish
Well sure his? not Ludacris
who is this that got they pockets on foh
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Who is this that got his pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like.
(Bobby Valentino) & [Ludacris]
I just want that gushy,[WOOOH!] gimme dat (gushy)[OHHH!]
I just want that gushy,[OKAY!] baby thats (awww)
[Chingy]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like... like
(Bobby Valentino) & [Chingy]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy,[Look EYY!] baby thats (awww)
[Verse 3]
[Chingy]
Mah whip flash
You my catch whip glass
When ya boy dip past
Man aint none of yall cold as me
Mah chick lash she ain't roll this past
Watch that new six stash
Why cant none of yall roll like me
Dont get mad blame mah momma dem
Plus the Cadillac gangsta grill
But dont call me drama then
My flows listen to em you mah final summit then
Is a couple celebrity chicks yehhh
I'm with them
[Chorus]
[Chingy]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like... like
(Bobby Valentino) & [Ludacris]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy,[ahh Yessir] baby thats (awww)
[Ludacris]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I'm Like...
(Bobby Valentino)
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I, I love the colorful clothes you wear
And the way the sunlight plays upon your hair
I hear the sound of a gentle rain
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
Whats up lil mama
you know i been peepin you out right
you look good
im just tryn to get to know ya
it aint like that
why dont you come round
give me your number
we can talk later on
you down with that?
In the hood where i met ya
See i didnt wanna sweat ya
Though I knew i had to catch ya
Determined thats why i met ya
My homies on you too
So they say i cant get ya
Yeh i know i can cos them fools too disrespectful
Your swags stay on point, you pass by me I gotta check ya
Just tryna chat lil mama no need to give you a lecture
Maybe happiness wake up in the morning with bed & breakfast
With rose petals no pressure attached with a love letter (ya dig?)
I keep ya blushing bout the walk off so I guess
Heard this once before but them lames i dont stand next to
Just see the signs from god
I could be the one to bless ya
Turn your life around (yeah)
Im different from all the rest of them fools who run game just to get in your frame
Im the type of guy who give it to you good say your name
I test ya because i feel its a spark in this
Im not gon waste your time
So baby ima start with this
lloyd
I, I love the colorful clothes you wear
And the way the sunlight plays upon your hair
I hear the sound of a gentle rain
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air (2x)
So whats goin
You think me and you can can get out later on
Baby look here
I aint know how to bullshit
Im just tryin to get to know you
Take you out
Feel you out
Give you the finer things that you probably never had
Thats all im hurr to do
Can you dig that
No, i know i know i know you probably been hurt a couple times
That aint why im hurr
Im hurr to make sure you dont get hurt
You understand
Ima put the cards in your hand
Whatever you wanna do, im down to do too
Holla at me
I seen you round a couple times
I was with a couple dimes
And damn you so fine
I had to drop a couple lines
But your friends say he a rapper
They no good pay him no mind
If theres something good in your face hold on to it dont be blind
I sturr at you in the club so i sent you a glass of wine
Im just tryna show you love get with me girl and we could shine
See i practice what i preach
I could take you out the streets
Have you travelin round the globe stayin at seven star suites
Lloyd
Since fried by the sun rays
That there was a rainy day
This one's shinin so fine
I'm just on a one way
Lookin for a pretty place
Pretty face has some big thighs
The words that you can say
That can never change the way
That I feel on the inside
You can try to get a life
Civilized, stop livin trife
Every time that you pass by (2x)
Lloyd, talk to her for me
Lloyd, talk to her for me dirty
That's right, that's right
I told you im hurr for you baby, its really real
So when you ready to do this
Hey, whats goin' on y'all?
Its your main man, Jackpot The Pimp once again.
Did you miss me? Hope not.
I've just been pan-handling makin' these hoes walk backwards to the track to get
my stacks or get smacked and my pimpin',
HELL YEAH, 24/7, 3 hundred 65 days outta a yurr, I am, Baby.
But check this out, I talk to my main man, Snoop Dogg, the other day.
He told me to make a bitch pay like she weigh.
Hoe, you made the bed you gotta lie in.
Matter of a fact, Bitch, die-in.
You see you all this gator skin on me, hoe.
Fur on my rolls royce, flow.
Take ya shoes off before you get in hurr, bitch.
Say what? Pimp, I got the juice.
And the flock of hoes im bout to let it loose on your strip.
Wurrs my cash, Trick?
Get My Grip.
Nigga, quit watchin' Superfly so much
and quit copyin the mack.
I really do gotta Cadillac with a wheel
INTRO:
Hahahaha.
ghost riders
I remember when this said it's gon B nothin
Noww , look .. we got fast cars ., fast ho's, fast money
all dem shots and we still here. nigga you run this city
yo. look here
MAIN:
my uncle snoop dogg told me go hard on a ho
dey wont listen
when i speakin slap stars on a ho
hit the dealer ,take the baddest fuckin car in the flow
club nice ten G's on the bar here we go.
caddelac pimpin homie you should see what i drive callin my monster vehicle its like its alive.
women swimmin to my nuts you should see when they dive
husbands be lookin for me since i be with theire wives
honebee's on on my dick like i beat on the hyve
busta take that kinda mouthin and a skiet in her eye
she can see where im comin from ,but seein suprised other brallz told about me now she seein the size
even afther my concert she still seeing me live.
G.I.B. money gain ,you aint see in these guys think you seein my tribe static when we arrive.
you in the missesipy flow with your brains on the side.
REFREIN:
bad chiks,hot cars,bank rose,fuck the laws
get it boys,got the ball,chicks taint? ya top star
thugss bust (buckbuckbuck)ya block star,stripes yeah, we got cars ,front row.
to livin large , what we are baby Blockstars
chek it out ,ey
now them mad rims pokin out like fake breasts, muscle on the barrle fucking nigge's not dem same sex
Its superstars that don't like me so who gon hate, next cowards bout to fell out, yea we comin with eight cheques
Im tryin to have it to where my sons writin paid cheques , so if i diamond curlin i say it'l be straight set
froutelume whip, yeah its a great vet youze a average loser and im a great vet .
feel like i died came back and died again, lessons in life tought me i got no motherfockin friends
some haters jack me knowin imma get revange, when i play i play to win ,gankin me now thats a sin.
id overtan ,faded off and see .... cock my hat,cock my strap and put that pine in the wind
Corners we been , ex famous murder ville fuck the jury once youre life im bout ta
MURDER KILL KILL
REFREIN:
bad chiks,hot cars,bank rose,fuck the laws
get it boys,got the ball,chicks taint? ya top star
thugss bust (buckbuckbuck)ya block star,stripes yeah, we got cars ,front row.
to livin large , what we are baby Blockstars
i keep dem riders with me like i own the fight club i must be trowin a party catch me in a fuckin night club
P cat's stairin at me jealous with a slight mug, dirty you wrongg but arnt you fuckin with the right thug
call me cats but with a pistol ,yeah ghost rider not from the west or east im a midwest coastrider
nutty northsider fool with a attitude nickname handyman i stay with a couple pools
REFREIN:
bad chiks,hot cars,bank rose,fuck the laws
get it boys,got the ball,chicks taint? ya top star
thugss bust (buckbuckbuck)ya block star,stripes yeah, we got cars ,front row.
to livin large , what we are baby Blockstars
what we are
[Chingy:]
Yeah, what up with it ya'll(powerballin')
We come to the end of the powerballin' album
I hope you liked it and enjoy it (you know)
I'm representing the Git It Boyz
This your boy Chingy
And matter of fact,
I wanna shout out everybody who had something to do with this album
The Features of the album
Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, David Banner, The Git It Boyz, Boozie, The O.G.
Risk Money One and I also wanna thank Ms. Janet Jackson, you dig?
aight aight
You know what I'm saying?
And look, I wanna thank the whole St. Louis for supporting they boy to stand on from day 1
I gotta shout out all the sides, the northside, the westside, the eastside, southside you know
good fellow
Grand, King's Highway, Natural Bridge
All the sides of St. Louis dirty
You know I'm representing the STL
And I also wanna thank
Capitol Record, you know what I'm saying
For holding it down from the first album to the second album Powerballin'
Everybody that had something to do with this album
Capitol Record I appreciate it
I also wanna say I got love
I wanna thank DTP, its good
What's up Ludacris
Yes, and I also wanna say
you know, my record company slot-a-lot
we bout to be dropping alot u dig?
The Git It Boyz, Boozie, Risk Money O.G. 1
And on and on and on and on
But I also wanna thank all the radio station world-wide
For supporting they boys, ranning their voice, feeling they boys, giving your boys a rotation, Yea
And I also wanna thank all the stores
Ma impala stores, retails store
all that for holding it down
selling the c.d.s its good, yes
your boy Chingy,
GIt It Boyz, Got the third album coming out real soon
You gon' know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh, you know how we do it dirty
STL thats right thats right
I wanna thank all my loving nieces
u dig? I wanna thank the nephews
u understand what i'm saying
i wanna thank my son, my cute baby
thats right, u dig?
and i also wanna thank my mama, my daddy,
my grandmama, my granddaddy, rest in peace
and i wanna dedicate this album to my cousin locked up
Cojack, Capon, Rag, Ron
Sweatin' all my people in da cell thats holding it down
and also my people thats resting in peace
Tommy Von, Roc, My grandpa Jack, nails, slim, the gang of people dirty
thats how we do this
i dedicate this to anyone that was locked up
powerballin, i hope u like the album, hope u got the album and appreciate the album u dig?
but be on the lookout cause the GIt It Boyz c.d.s coming
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