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He's Herre
Uh...Uh...Uh..He's herre...He's Herre...He's Herre He..is..herre..is he..really? (Chorus) Don't be scurred now Got it made now Come to lay it down He..is..herre Don't be scurred now Got it made now Just pray to God I don't get you (Verse 1 - Chingy) Back slap that ass Clap that ass Dropping body bags Glocks and mags Four blocks you fast Talk your trash (Drop you fast) Never jock a cat I will blast Shot is stacked Rock your hair Watch my mirror Stocking caps so I watch my style Cock and grab Open up shop and draft Quarter bags all of that Water lasts shorter halves Have ya comin back cause I'm fourth of stash Extort the hash Extort the wrath Cope the past Brought my mags Sort my cash on the docks Flock a hop Keep it in a proper spot Adopt a cop Rob a spot A lot of ice a cop or not Drop a pot Slide a lot Jackpot a lot Already got a lot of wine, but not in my ride, I'll stop (Chorus - 2X) We..are..dangerous He'll mangle us Who playing with us? And saying this stuff? And fuck with gangs and stuff? I aim to bust You straight up tough No thanks to us We're famous, duh A game I love To train my sluts To give brains and cuss Learn pain and plus Get tricks to claim the bust Think they nuts Slurp them up Hook or work them up Wake them up, break them up Taking crust shake them up Make it stuck in your twat Hit the streets, bend the blocks Sin or not, hit the daily spot Gin or scotch, top notch On my roster Mobster eating pasta Chop her in the closer, crack her like a lobster Have my ho to rob you Then dodge you Any ho need work? I got a job for you Go see the supplier Make like you a buyer Then buy slut, trick these fake playas Often what they say, you'll buy em up messiah Wait and bring it back to my empire Chingy keep these heffers on the strip and on fire Try her (Chorus - 4X) |
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(feat. I-20, Tity-Boi)
[Hook: Chingy] Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside) On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside) On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' [Verse 1: Chingy] Gangsta as a Cadillac DeVille wit fo's This for all my thundercats that feel my flow To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya o's Catch a bellin down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho In ya top piece, suburb mart, ya not street I know fools from Wilson that'll whack ya, ya got beef Used to go to Skate King back when bangin was in And if the fiends aint have 20, we would slang it for 10 Drankin' the gin, posted on the corners at night Sparkin pound while my homies in the street, slapped right Ride bikes, patrolin' the hood, keepin' out cops Regals and drops, reppin' cuz beak in my block Wild like rocks, my mentality got from my pops And saints, bustin back in '90 hope you got from the shots Put it down for the town and I gang wit us St. Louis did it derty, throw yo hood up did you know we from the. [Hook: Chingy] (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside) On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside) On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside) On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Eastside, Southside, Westside) On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' [Verse 2: Tity-Boi] Tity-Boi, Southside Bad limp, fo' 5's on the hip Don't know why I'm known to slip when I get high One time but no more, won't sleep until the mornin' Somebody need to take the trash out and I'ma do the chores Softer than a cactus, put it on like actors Hustle in the shadows on the bricks and they couldn't catch us Gat still tucked, in my waist by my price time Cuz my chain hang so low my tongue bang wit my pipe line Walk around, all day wit this beam like it's night time You can see em a mile away, but it'll touch ya from blind side Flipped it, first to finsih to the car, that's a nice ride Dig it, they spin they puchase round here they get kite high Deal it, it's my description, my picture, my composure plot This is how I get through 2 d's, niggaz! My side we ride my crew's, iller, iller! [Hook: Chingy] Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside) On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside) On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside) On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Eastside, Southside, Westside) On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' [Verse 3: I-20] Who done bust through the vapon yeah I'm hopin' to fight Start a brawl, I'll shut that bitch down on openin' night Let's fate, pull the bitches titties start on them dipes Cause we leavin' wit some hoes and yeah we startin' wit dykes Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand if you holdin' that bank I got the game on lock, you barely a holdin' tank Get drunk, get to shootin bust the whole club out Us thugs out, I'm tryin' to dumb out, 'til I get drunk out That's just the way I am, don't look down on me My gun's a open bar, free rounds on me And I'm an eastside nigga so I aint no punk I make the crowd get it crunk and do the eastside stomp Young Chingy let em know, that the deal is a fool And I'm a carpenter's dream, I'm in love wit the tools Lay low when the heat bust, off in the airr DTP, Cris squad and we runnin' this herre, it go [Hook: Chingy] (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside) On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside) On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside) On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Eastside, Southside, Westside) On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' |
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| 4. |
| 4:11 |
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[Intro: Chingy]
Ah y'all we get it right herre this the remix Trackstars, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Disturbing Tha Peace, So So Def, Chingy, J.D (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Let's do it [Chorus: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 1: Chingy] Girl why you dat right thurr She so bad I'm constantly getting calls from da mayorr I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo' thurr curr Her man defendin' her like a lawyer so bewarre So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty that ain't fairr I wanna bet she got da bomb like a terrrorist She wit it I'll hit it though but I ain't thinking 'bout marrriage I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr Girl you know you looking good, good Ah don't I know you from da hood, hood You say you wouldn't when you would, would Now take it off you know you should, should, now twist around fo me! [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 2: Trina] Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre (Wanna starre) House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr (Furr) Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk I'ma flirt 'til it hurt in a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama rockin strings and Chanel Pearls Im back for my crown fake bitches bow down This the remix what you wanna do now? I know u like the way we do this over herre Get loose in da club like we just don't carre (Don't carre) [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri] I'm from the city wherre they do that right thurr the most Out-a-towners come around and straight over dose Where the hips sing to ya and swing like, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP Like you done walked into a B2K concert mannn Back out legs showin talkin like mann Who got the drink and where the party at tonight damn That's when they start that backing it up on ya homie and That's a feelin' you just can't fight We fired up off that Hypnotic and Hennessey She can't keep her motherfuckin' hands off me We both in the club high bouncing to the beat When she turn around this is what I told her [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Outro: Chingy] I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) Trackstars, ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do |
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hey whats up with the ladies and gentlemen this evening ya dig.
I'm jackpot the pimp steppin in for a minute screamin at ya'll ya dig. The one that taught the mack how to mack and the one that taught supafly how to flap his motherfuckin wings. Yes in the flesh its me jackpot the motherfuckin pimp. I see some of you players got you hoes walkin around and they movin too motherfuckin slow. The bitch must got bricks on her motherfuckin feet. Well check this out nigga. If you got a crease in your motherfuckin shoes well your walkin too much and you ain't no real pimp. Man look I got hoes who drive me around in a deville lac with the motherfuckin wheel on the back and bitch I'm kickin my gators off with my feet on a mink motherfuckin rug ya understand. And you got to understand this pimpin is real, ya dig. Nigga I eat sleep and breathe pussy motherfucker. Fuck the stock market I'm down with the cock market ya dig it. Niggas talkin about it's a drought. Nigga it aint no drought I'm bringin them hoes in and I'm bringin them hoes out. Bitch you need to be all you can be but this aint the us navy bitch this the us pay me. I got 22 bitches coast to coast bring me 10 cent a mother fuckin week. Lets do the math that's 10 g's times 52 that's over half a million dollars a year. Bitch come here |
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[CHORUS]
Ho, Wurrs My Cash? (Got his money ho?) You don't have it? (You trippin' girl) Am I gon' slap you? Uh huh Sling that ass (Sling it for a nigga girl) What is this ma'? (How much?) Is that enough? Uh Uh Know ya'll gon' ask (Tell 'em the truth close to move) I am a hustler? (Get yours) Am I pimpin'? Uh Huh Ho move real fast (Don't be slacking up) You don't like yo' job. So! Do I care ho ? Uh Uh Sling that ass [Chingy] I'm yo' hustler (Dig it) I'm yo' daddy (Alright) I'm that clean ? at a school caddy (Yes) I'm yo supplyer, (Uh Huh) I'm yo' buyer (Uh Huh) I'm that tree in the forest that's on fire (What Am I ?) I'm yo' yong pimp' (What else?) baby yo' boss (What else?) I'm that candy red paint that shine and gloss (Ya dig?) I'm yo'supafly, (Ya dig?) Yo Black Ceaser (alright now) Girl you too shy to speak then take a breather Can you dig this? Lick when I piss (Well Alright) [CHORUS] Ho, Wurrs My Cash? (Got his money ho?) You don't have it? (You trippin' girl) Am I gon' slap you? Uh huh Sling that ass (Sling it for a nigga girl) What is this ma'? (How much?) Is that enough? Uh Uh Know ya'll gon' ask (Tell 'em the truth close to move) I am a hustler? (Get yours) Am I pimpin'? Uh Huh Ho move real fast (Don't be slacking up) You don't like yo' job. So! Do I care ho ? Uh Uh Sling that ass [Chingy] See that verco, that's for when it's cold Break that white gold,plain gold, got old Snake skin shoes, give yo' friends blues Step out the car, sharp as a fuckin' auto too Got tall girls, into small girls Latin, Japanese, Black, Mexican all girls Willin to work for it, go in they purse for it Down wit' me even if they put in a herse for it Got in the dirt for it Call me papi and'll pull up they skirt for it [CHORUS] Ho, Wurrs My Cash? (Got his money ho?) You don't have it? (You trippin' girl) Am I gon' slap you? Uh huh Sling that ass (Sling it for a nigga girl) What is this ma'? (How much?) Is that enough? Uh Uh Know ya'll gon' ask (Tell 'em the truth close to move) I am a hustler? (Get yours) Am I pimpin'? Uh Huh Ho move real fast (Don't be slacking up) You don't like yo' job. So! Do I care ho ? Uh Uh Sling that ass [Chingy] People ask me why I'm like this See my father and my uncles gave me this shit Since I liked it fot down and hiked it That's why you catch me doing foursomes with dike chicks They like my style, I like they mouth Even gotta couple hookers workin' the south And on the east my girls the best In Cali got 10 out on sunset Pimp of all pimps, young Don Bishop Got life insurance, trick gon' I won't miss ya' On the sole of my gators she can kiss the (smooch) Bitch! [CHORUS] Ho, Wurrs My Cash? (Got his money ho?) You don't have it? (You trippin' girl) Am I gon' slap you? Uh huh Sling that ass (Sling it for a nigga girl) What is this ma'? (How much?) Is that enough? Uh Uh Know ya'll gon' ask (Tell 'em the truth close to move) I am a hustler? (Get yours) Am I pimpin'? Uh Huh Ho move real fast (Don't be slacking up) You don't like yo' job. So! Do I care ho ? Uh Uh Sling that ass |
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[Robotic voice]
This is another Trak Star production [Record scratching] [Chingy] Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh Who am I? [HOOK X2: Chingy] + (Girl) (Chingy) what's up? (Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno (Is it because you've been smoking and drinking?) Maybe so (I've been thinking) huh? (Maybe you come get me) and do what? (Round the town, then take me home and eat me) Okay [Record scratches at end of hook] [Verse 1: Chingy] Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop Rag top on the jag drop, uh Phat stop you know that's hot, huh Mack spinnin wit the piece in my pocket People hop out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw) For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topic Let the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I get Once my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch it Vok?, yeah I rock it Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick 'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it I threw the key to the city, since I locked it Girl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quiz I get multiple choice head, derty watch this [HOOK] - X2 [Verse 2: Chingy] They tell me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rush Errything I do is top secret, that's on the hush (shhhh) Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women blush From 314 to 617, gotta give it up Treat my women like a structure, workers work the streets Twerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feet Hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night Hearr the slots ring all night But if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all night We keep Atlanta throwin bows And New Orleans, we got the thugs showin golds Take it to New York, and party at Madison Squarre We'll hit Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairr No hatin on my part, let the ceremony start Crowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the Arch STL, where I dwell, Northside of the streets They keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh [HOOK] - X2 [Verse 3: Chingy] Uh, I got tired of being broke dogg (fa sho) Ice Sleeve won't you pass me some smoke dogg Can I come up without jealousy? "You ain't gon make it", what they tellin me So I showed them, it ain't that hard Can't play me, cuz I ain't got a whole card Got Lee way in my hometown (STL) No mo' jokin cuz it's on now Who gon' stop, me not a soul Strap, in, now, let's, roll Keep it, real, what-eva I do Got's up Keith, comin from U Squash that, mind ya own, beats There's a new ching, in the streets Watch ya step, or I'll ruin ya rep Now let's "get it" like Puff and G-Dep [HOOK] - X2 [Chingy] Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh Who am I? |
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| 5:06 |
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Chingy and Murph durph
Uh [Chorus (2X)] Ooo Ooo Let me get a sample of that ass, Ooo Ooo I ain't +Mystikal+ but girl, +Shake it Fast+, (Don't stop, get it, get it) Ooo Ooo, You think I can come over and smash? Ooo Ooo, Don't stop, get it get it (Do what you do) [Chingy] The club be packed, Hey, send me a bottle of that It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats You know my stats, superfly, MAC I'm in the back getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself This ain't a strip club, but she act like it Ever seen her, bowling pins dawg, she stacked like it Now I'm at the bar, chicks treating me like a star In my face, asking questions, and can they ride in my car I'm law, so authorities can't pin me for shit Hey baby, see me and you, we can pack it up and split Let's go, forget Motel 6, we can go to the Mariot I see it in her eyes, man a girl getting very hot I'm packing like a 357, so I keep magnums Keep it real, cause you will never find out if you don't ask em, Is we tagging? [Chorus] [Murphy Lee] If your ass is fat and you know it, clap your hands Wearing those pants, I'll be damned if I'm iss my chance to advance I'm in a tan, what's the name, I own some whatchamacallits They keep spinning and spinning, hey man, What do you call it? Got a 1-5 jersey, on the go with them wheels Look at it wiggle wiggle, she say it's all in the heels You a damn lie girl, I think it's all in the skills And for real, I think you practicing on what pay the bills You be confused man, I look picky as hell Never trust a big butt, that smile like Ricky Bell What the hell?, Murphy rather pay to get out of jail Cause if she tell me to pay, somebody better pay my bail Matta fact, I'ma pay myself, my own money Mr. long money, even after I loan money I own honey's mentals man, I'm in they mouth so much God damn, I pay for dental plans, man [Chorus] [Chingy] Get it, get it girl, it's your world, I'm a squirrel, (squirrel) Searching for a nut, so more than scissors I cut, (cut) You can be a slut (slut), hoochie lady, or housewife, (wife) A real man gon' want to hit it, it's hanging out, right? (right) Ladies don't get offended, when he tell you that you're thick, (you are) And he wouldn't mind coming over about six If you like the smooth, let him, you don't dig em? Don't sweat 'em You want 'em? Play like your panties and t-shirt and let 'em wet 'em [Murphy Lee] Hey yo, my ladies come in +Dueces+ like +Staley+ and +McAllister+ Came up with the 'Tics, they help me not fall like banisters Sammy Sosa's got traded for Ken Griffey's And when we roll, the L's stay lit, like Missy Plus I stay busy, like kids, I call it biz And if it is what it is, I'm on your head like wigs I'm a rapping Taye Diggs, I give the women they groove back When it comes to the wood, I'm the best man to use that [Chorus] Chingy, Murph durph, uh uh Let me get a sample of that ass Murph durph and, Chingy, what they, say?, uh Let me get a sample of that ass, S-T-L St. Louis, north side |
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[J/Weav singing]
yeah yeah, DTP, how we do, call you, you can call me Whatever you want to do baby, come on [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] It was weird how we met, hugh? She was with her mom at Bank of America With my son cashin a check so I asked out of respect, uh Would she like to explore the world of I we can fly in my jet Her reply was yes (Can I ask you something?) I seen it in her eye Moma looking like all I wanted was sex Then moved to the next (That aint true) But it was something about his girls style that make me feel no regrets We started off casual walks threw the park Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinking smart Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, clutch and be up But baby I aint on that stuff Dropped her off and told her call me up (ring noise) We could talk, conversate about ??? whatevers starts So I zoomed off (car noise) Looking bottom off my phone rang It was her in the shower (what did she say?) She said I couldn't do without you Then I say [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] Yo yo The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball Here she come with her friends they posted up on the wall Now I'm showin off, tryin to dunk, tryin to dribble Break fast threw the middle just to see her smile and giggle Game over I approached her with a kiss on the cheek The homeboys looking at me saying Lil Howard you weak But you know how that go, what I got they want What I got I flaunt, never mess with it please don't Told her I'm goin home she asked can she go too I'm like yeah boo, I can't see me without you Got thurr I took a shower, jumped out she in the bed With a see-threw thong on looked at her and I said [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] Girl recognize game before game recognize you You dealin with a playa, true, now what you wanna do We can kick it and go puff on a blunt Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of henn and we can get drunk Its up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know Cause if you got a attitude then I could treat you just like a ho If ya rollin with me baby hop in its enough room We can gaze at the stars and shine like the moon Give me a chance to show ya and a chance to know ya Just be true and theres nothing I wont do for ya Some women like to play it foul but them the kind I put in a place like a child don't worry be happy and smile [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x4 [J/Weav singing] DTP, ha, how we do, ha, give me call, if you wanna ball, you know what it is |
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o shoot nigga shoot, dats a fo',dats a fo'
you know dat aint gonna fo', there you go you gonna fo wit a three put six hundred down money on the what? money on da what? it's all good let up the muthaf**kin' yard don't talk about it, bet about it aaahhh shut up nigga quit ridin' my nutz gonna do it right hurr, gonna do it right hurr you want the seven, want the seven. slide it out niggaz 3 hoes and a pimp BIOTCH Damn shoot nigga, shoot f**k dat I got a thousand I gotta thousand nigga shoot shut up nigga, shut up nigga whateva nigga I got the roll over ya muthaf**kin ass,baby 3 hoes and a pimp,bitch man, chingy gettin it lets go aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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| 4:28 |
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Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh....
Hope you know how to get it Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, its like this... (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse One: Chingy) I'm on top of my game Droppin' the flame My name, got me dodgin' the fame Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin' Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin' Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke Cuz I'm... (Hook) Gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse 2: Chingy)(girl) Breakin' niggaz wit the flow Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+ Floatin' through the 3 by 4 Rim cocked to my left low I'm the boy that got dough Talk to my dirty mo Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo Painted bracelet, can't you taste it More powerful than the +Matrix+ Cats they get dropped from they label I'm herre now, now they in basics Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I'll see you ladies Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other(Tires screeching) Now I got a bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh) (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse 3: Chingy) We gettin' in, the Lou Twenty-twos, on old school They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules They gettin' it in Chicago, playas holdin' it down They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound They gettin' it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it They gettin' it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit They gettin' it in Detroit, thuggin', ballin' and spendin' (Whoaa!) They gettin' it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin' They gettin' it in Caley High, rollin' and bangin' They gettin' it in Atlanta, 'thorities watchin' me drankin' They gettin' it in Las Vegas, them team heard of slots They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' up they flop(unh) (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it |
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[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bomb ass pussy Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy [Chorus: Snoop] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Chorus: Chingy] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Verse 1: Chingy] Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet look like he in the game and must be winning To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup" I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?" "Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling" Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things Busted in, Henny bottle to the face! F**k it then, feel like my head a toxic waste There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit) What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 2: Chingy] Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?" Man know what get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?" Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, let the party begin, bitch Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends Meet me at the Holidae In Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP Oh wee, and light that sticky icky And we gone do the damn thing Now what I'm talking bout We gon' disturb the peace right now Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin We chillin' and nuttin' Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin' You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you |
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[Chingy]
Whats up yall? Its Chingy slot-a-lot in tha house We got Jackpot the pimp in the back.(Hey wats up young playas?) We came here today, to address a certain issue, that all you young playas need to kno about for real. [Chorus] Juice these hoes (what?), Juice these hoes (say it!) All my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on) Juice these hoes (what?), Juice these hoes (say it!) All my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (you tell her) Trick get back (uh) Trick get back (you tell her) Trick get back, For ya ass get smacked (you tell her) Trick get back (what) Trick get back (you tell her) Trick get back, For ya head get cracked [Verse 1] You can't fool me hoe With that movie star role Take yo ass to the store Or get a job and blow Why should i love ya? Why should i kiss ya? Gang of cats banged ya Dats why i diss ya Imma paint a picture Didn't dem gang hit ya Now you want me to play suga daddy off fit ya Crazy as a mental patient in a wheelchurr (a wheelchurr) Take that weave out and go get some real hurr (some real hurr) Lets play truth of durr (truth of durr) Is it true that you gave head in tha phone booth Girl that shit ain't cute, but aww you don't curr When i'm out i see you shurr I don't wanna fuck i wanna get in them pockets by reverse psychology Ain't too furr I claim hip My set ya strip I check my grip Trick, send out them lips and them hips Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] [Verse 2] Done wit that depressiments Young minded aggresive shit Cats seein to touch her clit Really don't kno who you messin wit Yall this ain't no sexual shit Huh disrepectful bitch Take a look at my neck-a-lace Betta than what you get up for breakfast You can let them passers hit Till you reach my measurments Neva dealt wit pressure pimp Advertizing don't neva simp Girls talk Doods do it I ain't herre to impress a chick My lesson is neva sweat a chick Put 'em up first like leadament Im a better rich She betta then Girl lets freak than exit chick She like to be rubbed with paniten Talk what she like and get a answer Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] [Verse 3] They did us so many times i gotta do these hoes Quit lookin at me all funny i don't curr if you these hoes This is how i view these hoes Came to chose these hoes Use these hoes for what they worth then lose these hoes They filled with two piece hoes I know that you O's In my check book and my net is usually froze I like a groupie hoe Just come to me show Hit and run wit out child support Now sue me hoe, cos Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] |
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(Chorus)
They mad at me Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me) Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me) Pass by don't speak to the hatas (they mad at me) House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me) Guess they ain't neva seen a playa (they mad at me) My girl in Luis that and Fendi this (they mad at me) (Verse 1) Ain't my fault, smooth Can't eve ride down the street without somebody screamin The woman love me and even the fellas be teamin But see I hate male groupies, so jus steop the hell off Look but don't touch as I bail off, handle, wheel, and the clutch I love what I'm doin mama Support me and stop the hate If I gave you 50 Gs to shut up you'd be straight Sike, It won't happen Look hurr I ain't jus rappin I make it happen, like a captain, 2nd to none, I'm draftin Holdin my own, I'm grown and do what I choose to Ya like the blueberry Bentley Though I ain't hurr to amuse you I got a safe in a place you will prolly never find it Bein mad at me like bein mad at the game I designed it (Chorus) Ay, look at the rims on that car (tire screech) Uh, dubs rub the cizzurb Got the drink and izzerb Floatin thought the city, man I gottz leave the subizzurb Man, with the tvs and the wood expand, front to back Plus and that flat flask black max, in the trunk you pump Never take what I earn Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn Catch me in the quarter ?? Wit the triple arm Hoppin out G'd up, dangling my DTP charm Gotta get in and I'm wit it, it's a must I talk it, you see that gold If you want it, it's a must You walk it Baby blue Benz, old school, 74 hoe next to the blue and grey Rolls wit the blue and grey doles Yea (Chorus) Yo, national bridge I'm headin to Uh, O'Fallon mark the spot On Sunday Buck be heated Cuz we peep 2s that'll make you need to live or treat it I hustle wit the raps like ounces of crack Weigh it to my playa, sharp fools play it up Never let a freak stroll, keep hoes on hold Jus to talk to me, exciting like the Rams Superbowl And I put that on goals if I don't blow now I'ma repo this whole industry and its gon go down W'sup wit it See me glow in the dark Catch me in the Northwest plaza buyin up the large I paid my dues, don't get mad, jus let me ball When they see lil Howard they gon be like naaaawww (Chorus) |
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| 3:22 |
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Bagg Up
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, uh uh, Bounce Sraight playa baby, Two rides outside with that OG ride I'm high but it's all gravy Snake skins no Timbaland boots get lou I'll shoot if you try to play me Get clout when i'm out, Money what i'm all about In a world that's soo shady Peek this Streetness, never had a weekness weeth this. I do this daily Follow my whole set, bottles of mo' wet, bet Until they lay me, 6 feet under dirt I'm the one with the worth, got hits but don't try to spray me If i lack keep straps it's a rap gimme dat you can roll wit me Yeah, maybe Hey the streets is mine like mix tapes with that MC grind Don't play crazy (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Maroon rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. Everybody talkin since they see i'm on a roll Touch what's mine and you gon' end up gettin mowed Ladies, they love me like they just found a pot of gold Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe You can be hot, i'm what you not and thats old Cold wit the flow, flow wit a cold, sick Baby say she neva drove a stick And since she was on top of me, back seat of da 6 It's, goin' down around these parts, Nobody liked me til' i got the deal so don't start Is it different? Is it dope? I don't know? What you rappin about is way too funky for u to smell What I'm rappin about Juss Chingy Baby (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. How many MC's must get dissed? For hatin' on the mvp new draft pick Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist? I'm sorry, i'm the glitter that your girl seein' gliss Man with da big fish, I hit, I don't miss Sorta like Starks shootin' 3's for the Knicks Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss In da field, like you fell off a tall clif. I'm a bully like Dip, I sink yo ship 6 o'clock from the clip if you pop up a lip It's Chingy Baby (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. Bagg up (4X) |
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| 3:43 |
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[Intro: Chingy]
Ah y'all we get it right herre this the remix Trackstars, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Disturbing Tha Peace, So So Def, Chingy, J.D (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Let's do it [Chorus: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 1: Chingy] Girl why you dat right thurr She so bad I'm constantly getting calls from da mayorr I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo' thurr curr Her man defendin' her like a lawyer so bewarre So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty that ain't fairr I wanna bet she got da bomb like a terrrorist She wit it I'll hit it though but I ain't thinking 'bout marrriage I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr Girl you know you looking good, good Ah don't I know you from da hood, hood You say you wouldn't when you would, would Now take it off you know you should, should, now twist around fo me! [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 2: Trina] Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre (Wanna starre) House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr (Furr) Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk I'ma flirt 'til it hurt in a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama rockin strings and Chanel Pearls Im back for my crown fake bitches bow down This the remix what you wanna do now? I know u like the way we do this over herre Get loose in da club like we just don't carre (Don't carre) [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri] I'm from the city wherre they do that right thurr the most Out-a-towners come around and straight over dose Where the hips sing to ya and swing like, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP Like you done walked into a B2K concert mannn Back out legs showin talkin like mann Who got the drink and where the party at tonight damn That's when they start that backing it up on ya homie and That's a feelin' you just can't fight We fired up off that Hypnotic and Hennessey She can't keep her motherfuckin' hands off me We both in the club high bouncing to the beat When she turn around this is what I told her [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Outro: Chingy] I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) Trackstars, ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do |
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