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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[hook]
Yall ride 18's we ride 26's Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches Yall ride 18's we ride 26's Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches [verse 1 - chingy] Im the wrong balla to flex with Diamond stud earings and neckless And my truck on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to texas yep im on there trowing up my set shit Spinnas with the color trim ho's breathless Paint shinning brite like morning breakfast Once i slide up in the party pull the best bitch Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant Run game on a trick like check this She seen the atm recipt and got wet with shit She in a lexus told her park her whip 270 im bout to exit I can bet a grip she work her hands and lips Like a porno star who cares if her man a trip I can handle it its so scandelous [hook 2X] [verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I got them thing conpocky on a rubberband skinny I pull up laughing at another man 20's (ha) Yep the yunger man i run the dam city I gotta pocket fulla hundreds fifty's rubberband 20's Peep the shoes these is huge Im probably on the service road nigga speeding in cruise I bleed and bruise of reaching fools So dont reach u aint talking bout money then dont speak Dont preach church don wan taught me that The bitches had me gone but the money brought me back Im seeing crome and i do them runs flat President tent front back Man i wish them old b p's come back but i roll on em Hundrend spoke big d's tripple gold homie No homie my rims aint twizzles But dont get it twisted them is 26's [hook 2X] [verse 3 - chingy] Vroom vroom hear me start it up Let the louis vuitton interior soak plus With the red piping got 2 ho's diking Dirty try to jack me yes i'll bust Got cars and trucks All type of stuff And a h3t if that aint enough Bout to hit the park with a 12 pack getting drunk Hataz breaking they neck cause they know whats up Im posted up with 4 toasters bra Test me faget if u think im a joke to ya All my cats ride big in the lou u know Should be against the law the way i floss sew me ho B-a-l-l-a me Giovanni keep these walls going crazy Big baby im the same g Add another tre to that 23 cuz [hook 2X] |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[hook]
Yall ride 18's we ride 26's Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches Yall ride 18's we ride 26's Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches [verse 1 - chingy] Im the wrong balla to flex with Diamond stud earings and neckless And my truck on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to texas yep im on there trowing up my set shit Spinnas with the color trim ho's breathless Paint shinning brite like morning breakfast Once i slide up in the party pull the best bitch Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant Run game on a trick like check this She seen the atm recipt and got wet with shit She in a lexus told her park her whip 270 im bout to exit I can bet a grip she work her hands and lips Like a porno star who cares if her man a trip I can handle it its so scandelous [hook 2X] [verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I got them thing conpocky on a rubberband skinny I pull up laughing at another man 20's (ha) Yep the yunger man i run the dam city I gotta pocket fulla hundreds fifty's rubberband 20's Peep the shoes these is huge Im probably on the service road nigga speeding in cruise I bleed and bruise of reaching fools So dont reach u aint talking bout money then dont speak Dont preach church don wan taught me that The bitches had me gone but the money brought me back Im seeing crome and i do them runs flat President tent front back Man i wish them old b p's come back but i roll on em Hundrend spoke big d's tripple gold homie No homie my rims aint twizzles But dont get it twisted them is 26's [hook 2X] [verse 3 - chingy] Vroom vroom hear me start it up Let the louis vuitton interior soak plus With the red piping got 2 ho's diking Dirty try to jack me yes i'll bust Got cars and trucks All type of stuff And a h3t if that aint enough Bout to hit the park with a 12 pack getting drunk Hataz breaking they neck cause they know whats up Im posted up with 4 toasters bra Test me faget if u think im a joke to ya All my cats ride big in the lou u know Should be against the law the way i floss sew me ho B-a-l-l-a me Giovanni keep these walls going crazy Big baby im the same g Add another tre to that 23 cuz [hook 2X] |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
Uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh(that train) Uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin')! ALL ABOARD! (Aye) They tell me do it how I do it.(do it) Take no time I'm a get right to it. (to it) I'm a busy act fluid. (fluid) Make up yo mind.(mind) Baby shake yo behind. (behind) I just wanna see ya move it. (Go) Dance floor packed(packed) Er body grooving. (Go) All these classy chicks. Mama you an A student. Cute and Thick. Got me 'bout to loose it. I can see yo A** for evidence and I can prove it. Ride(ride) Ride that train.(train) Bring that freak out don't hide that thang. Oh my (oh my) her body's 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 (Let's), 2 (Go), 1. All Aboard! Oh my god again. Her. 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. Aye, I got nothing to say. All she wants is to play. Then I close my eyes and realize that I want this to sway. 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. 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! 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'm a waiter and you can get served. 12 shots on the D I'm perve. Get with me get what you deserve. I'll ride the track. 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. Uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh(that train) Uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh (that train) uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (ridin') uh huh huh (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 THE 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 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! |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. David Banner, Nate Dogg)
(Verse One) (Chingy) Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss Got alot on my plate breakfast,lunch and dinner Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i'm a winner On my block it's lil kids pulling pistol's In Iraq it's innocent kids dying from missoles That's why i'm back and taking the title from those before me Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop But I'm ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots To my cousin thats lock come back soon tome rest in peace to my rilla roc I'm a affilated hustler so keep ya talk to a minnium Hate on me first class to ya grave i'm sending em Give me the rock and i'ma run it back To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack where you at. (Nate Dogg) (Hook) Back one more again it's Nate Dogg One day I might stop but not now My game to damn strong to be stopped Got hoes every place that i stop Got beef tell you what I'm gon do Call up David Banner and demoish ya crew (David Banner) Man them laws looking for me man (Nate Dogg) Rob to Mississippi All The Way To St.Lou (Verse Two) Stressing bout to take 4 blunts to the head Making a revoulution listening to dead prez He say, She say i don't curr what they said Number 1 hustler said equpt with the bread IRS tripping so fuck the FEDS Taking shit to these devils cut off my legs Lord don't let em put me in my death bed For my son,nieces and newphens life I plede Sit drinking yak till my eyes get red Pass me a clip I'm a magnum to the lead I hope society will let my love spread Cause my lil cousin steadily thugging before they go I'm dead. (Hook) (Verse Three) (G.I.B.) we take no shit from No nigga that's flossin |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. David Banner, Nate Dogg)
(Verse One) (Chingy) Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss Got alot on my plate breakfast,lunch and dinner Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i'm a winner On my block it's lil kids pulling pistol's In Iraq it's innocent kids dying from missoles That's why i'm back and taking the title from those before me Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop But I'm ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots To my cousin thats lock come back soon tome rest in peace to my rilla roc I'm a affilated hustler so keep ya talk to a minnium Hate on me first class to ya grave i'm sending em Give me the rock and i'ma run it back To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack where you at. (Nate Dogg) (Hook) Back one more again it's Nate Dogg One day I might stop but not now My game to damn strong to be stopped Got hoes every place that i stop Got beef tell you what I'm gon do Call up David Banner and demoish ya crew (David Banner) Man them laws looking for me man (Nate Dogg) Rob to Mississippi All The Way To St.Lou (Verse Two) Stressing bout to take 4 blunts to the head Making a revoulution listening to dead prez He say, She say i don't curr what they said Number 1 hustler said equpt with the bread IRS tripping so fuck the FEDS Taking shit to these devils cut off my legs Lord don't let em put me in my death bed For my son,nieces and newphens life I plede Sit drinking yak till my eyes get red Pass me a clip I'm a magnum to the lead I hope society will let my love spread Cause my lil cousin steadily thugging before they go I'm dead. (Hook) (Verse Three) (G.I.B.) we take no shit from No nigga that's flossin |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
Bagg Up
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, uh uh, Bounce Sraight playa baby, Two rides outside with that OG ride I'm high but it's all gravy Snake skins no Timbaland boots get lou I'll shoot if you try to play me Get clout when i'm out, Money what i'm all about In a world that's soo shady Peek this Streetness, never had a weekness weeth this. I do this daily Follow my whole set, bottles of mo' wet, bet Until they lay me, 6 feet under dirt I'm the one with the worth, got hits but don't try to spray me If i lack keep straps it's a rap gimme dat you can roll wit me Yeah, maybe Hey the streets is mine like mix tapes with that MC grind Don't play crazy (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Maroon rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. Everybody talkin since they see i'm on a roll Touch what's mine and you gon' end up gettin mowed Ladies, they love me like they just found a pot of gold Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe You can be hot, i'm what you not and thats old Cold wit the flow, flow wit a cold, sick Baby say she neva drove a stick And since she was on top of me, back seat of da 6 It's, goin' down around these parts, Nobody liked me til' i got the deal so don't start Is it different? Is it dope? I don't know? What you rappin about is way too funky for u to smell What I'm rappin about Juss Chingy Baby (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. How many MC's must get dissed? For hatin' on the mvp new draft pick Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist? I'm sorry, i'm the glitter that your girl seein' gliss Man with da big fish, I hit, I don't miss Sorta like Starks shootin' 3's for the Knicks Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss In da field, like you fell off a tall clif. I'm a bully like Dip, I sink yo ship 6 o'clock from the clip if you pop up a lip It's Chingy Baby (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. Bagg up (4X) |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
Bagg Up
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then Bagg Up Bounce, uh uh, Bounce Sraight playa baby, Two rides outside with that OG ride I'm high but it's all gravy Snake skins no Timbaland boots get lou I'll shoot if you try to play me Get clout when i'm out, Money what i'm all about In a world that's soo shady Peek this Streetness, never had a weekness weeth this. I do this daily Follow my whole set, bottles of mo' wet, bet Until they lay me, 6 feet under dirt I'm the one with the worth, got hits but don't try to spray me If i lack keep straps it's a rap gimme dat you can roll wit me Yeah, maybe Hey the streets is mine like mix tapes with that MC grind Don't play crazy (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Maroon rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. Everybody talkin since they see i'm on a roll Touch what's mine and you gon' end up gettin mowed Ladies, they love me like they just found a pot of gold Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe You can be hot, i'm what you not and thats old Cold wit the flow, flow wit a cold, sick Baby say she neva drove a stick And since she was on top of me, back seat of da 6 It's, goin' down around these parts, Nobody liked me til' i got the deal so don't start Is it different? Is it dope? I don't know? What you rappin about is way too funky for u to smell What I'm rappin about Juss Chingy Baby (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. How many MC's must get dissed? For hatin' on the mvp new draft pick Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist? I'm sorry, i'm the glitter that your girl seein' gliss Man with da big fish, I hit, I don't miss Sorta like Starks shootin' 3's for the Knicks Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss In da field, like you fell off a tall clif. I'm a bully like Dip, I sink yo ship 6 o'clock from the clip if you pop up a lip It's Chingy Baby (Bagg Up) Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up Bounce, Bounce then Bagg up My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No? Then, Bag up See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh? Then, Bagg Up Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up. Bagg up (4X) |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[Intro:]
You know the definition... of a Balla That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y Lemme explain it to you though [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scarred I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 1:] Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty) I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me) And ya Prada lookin flashy Errthang on ya mind jus ask me I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh) Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag Both sittin on chrome Mags Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy? All I need is one night, just to hit it boy After the club we can take it to a five star telly Get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready For a episode you prolly won't come - back from Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up) The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.) From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin' We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin' All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay) And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play) Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay) Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day) Lettin' rounds off in em like a A.K. You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay? Whatchu say? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 3:] I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian Japanese, chinese, or even asian It don't matta what color on this occasian Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin Instead of GOD it's me these girls praisin'. Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn. 5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in. I'mma pimp... I'mma keep on playin'. You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night) I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe) Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight) Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr, You betta getcha mind right cuz... [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[Intro:]
You know the definition... of a Balla That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y Lemme explain it to you though [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scarred I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 1:] Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty) I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me) And ya Prada lookin flashy Errthang on ya mind jus ask me I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh) Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag Both sittin on chrome Mags Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy? All I need is one night, just to hit it boy After the club we can take it to a five star telly Get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready For a episode you prolly won't come - back from Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up) The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.) From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin' We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin' All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay) And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play) Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay) Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day) Lettin' rounds off in em like a A.K. You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay? Whatchu say? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 3:] I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian Japanese, chinese, or even asian It don't matta what color on this occasian Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin Instead of GOD it's me these girls praisin'. Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn. 5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in. I'mma pimp... I'mma keep on playin'. You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night) I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe) Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight) Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr, You betta getcha mind right cuz... [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[Intro:]
You know the definition... of a Balla That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y Lemme explain it to you though [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scarred I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 1:] Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty) I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me) And ya Prada lookin flashy Errthang on ya mind jus ask me I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh) Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag Both sittin on chrome Mags Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy? All I need is one night, just to hit it boy After the club we can take it to a five star telly Get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready For a episode you prolly won't come - back from Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up) The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.) From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin' We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin' All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay) And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play) Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay) Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day) Lettin' rounds off in em like a A.K. You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay? Whatchu say? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 3:] I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian Japanese, chinese, or even asian It don't matta what color on this occasian Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin Instead of GOD it's me these girls praisin'. Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn. 5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in. I'mma pimp... I'mma keep on playin'. You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night) I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe) Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight) Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr, You betta getcha mind right cuz... [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) |
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from Chingy - Balla Baby / Clean, Radio Edit [single] (2004)
[Intro:]
You know the definition... of a Balla That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y Lemme explain it to you though [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scarred I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 1:] Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty) I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me) And ya Prada lookin flashy Errthang on ya mind jus ask me I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh) Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag Both sittin on chrome Mags Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy? All I need is one night, just to hit it boy After the club we can take it to a five star telly Get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready For a episode you prolly won't come - back from Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up) The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.) From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin' We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin' All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay) And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play) Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay) Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day) Lettin' rounds off in em like a A.K. You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay? Whatchu say? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 3:] I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian Japanese, chinese, or even asian It don't matta what color on this occasian Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin Instead of GOD it's me these girls praisin'. Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn. 5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in. I'mma pimp... I'mma keep on playin'. You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night) I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe) Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight) Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr, You betta getcha mind right cuz... [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
(feat. Lil' Flip, Boozie of the G.I.B.)
Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state, City to city, ballers ballers. Let's do this, dirty. Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling. You know how I do it: representing St. Louis. Put your hands up, put your hands up. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 1 - Chingy] I got the pots up in the kitchen, I'm just a baller pitching-in my division. Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening. So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing. The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing. Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the pistons. Baby if you listening, I'm a' tour so much, Folks say I'm missing, gettin'. This baller s-k-in', I be running around with it, spitting it. The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here, I wish you would in here, We smoke good in here. Moving through your hood shining, Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds, Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming- I get 50 thou' for an in-store signing, cause I'm a [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] It ain't nuthing to a boss, That's why I spent three hundred on a cross! Pink and yellow, that's the combination. I know a skinny rapper out here player hating. Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume, I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee? Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock, But I still get respect on my own block. Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back, Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback. I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman. But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man. Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain, So even when I'm not around, they promote the name. I'm Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till I'm gone. I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb, A baller, baby! [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 3 - Boozie] That's me, that's right, I've got a Bentley for sure, A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more. I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores. I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room. I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore. On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores. Said I'm on another level that you can't afford: Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more. That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more, Cause my price at work sure be on soar. That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores, 'cause I won't settle for nothing less than more. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
(feat. Lil' Flip, Boozie of the G.I.B.)
Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state, City to city, ballers ballers. Let's do this, dirty. Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling. You know how I do it: representing St. Louis. Put your hands up, put your hands up. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 1 - Chingy] I got the pots up in the kitchen, I'm just a baller pitching-in my division. Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening. So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing. The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing. Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the pistons. Baby if you listening, I'm a' tour so much, Folks say I'm missing, gettin'. This baller s-k-in', I be running around with it, spitting it. The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here, I wish you would in here, We smoke good in here. Moving through your hood shining, Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds, Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming- I get 50 thou' for an in-store signing, cause I'm a [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] It ain't nuthing to a boss, That's why I spent three hundred on a cross! Pink and yellow, that's the combination. I know a skinny rapper out here player hating. Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume, I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee? Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock, But I still get respect on my own block. Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back, Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback. I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman. But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man. Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain, So even when I'm not around, they promote the name. I'm Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till I'm gone. I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb, A baller, baby! [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 3 - Boozie] That's me, that's right, I've got a Bentley for sure, A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more. I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores. I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room. I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore. On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores. Said I'm on another level that you can't afford: Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more. That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more, Cause my price at work sure be on soar. That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores, 'cause I won't settle for nothing less than more. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. Lil' Flip, Boozie of the G.I.B.)
Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state, City to city, ballers ballers. Let's do this, dirty. Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling. You know how I do it: representing St. Louis. Put your hands up, put your hands up. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 1 - Chingy] I got the pots up in the kitchen, I'm just a baller pitching-in my division. Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening. So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing. The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing. Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the pistons. Baby if you listening, I'm a' tour so much, Folks say I'm missing, gettin'. This baller s-k-in', I be running around with it, spitting it. The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here, I wish you would in here, We smoke good in here. Moving through your hood shining, Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds, Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming- I get 50 thou' for an in-store signing, cause I'm a [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] It ain't nuthing to a boss, That's why I spent three hundred on a cross! Pink and yellow, that's the combination. I know a skinny rapper out here player hating. Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume, I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee? Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock, But I still get respect on my own block. Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back, Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback. I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman. But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man. Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain, So even when I'm not around, they promote the name. I'm Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till I'm gone. I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb, A baller, baby! [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 3 - Boozie] That's me, that's right, I've got a Bentley for sure, A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more. I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores. I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room. I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore. On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores. Said I'm on another level that you can't afford: Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more. That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more, Cause my price at work sure be on soar. That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores, 'cause I won't settle for nothing less than more. [Chorus - Chingy] I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby. Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy. Where the shotcaller's at? You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
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 Blockstarz |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[Chorus:]
Throw it to me baby, I'm a runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? x2 Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. [Verse:] Hat cocked hard headed from tha bad block Reds flocked i'm star studded like my shamrock Off top when I drop them bras need to pop I told her dont stop man have you seen her pop? God damn she hit the fan cant catch her dirty I can, cause im the man, I am I dont slow dance I 2 step Tryin to chill n post up but dat Grey Goose crept Up on me now lil mama lookin like she want this Once I am up to bat when I hit I dont miss And maybe u can leave wit me And dont worry about nothin a couple of gs wit me (Now let me see you) [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. Its too many niggas and not enough hoe's Soon as I come through tha door Them heffers pullin on my clothes White t, crispy nikes wit some red and blue girbauds Hustle a piece of game and dont be mad cuz she chose Ching a ling, stay on tha scene Ring diamonds in my pinky ring You know they mean Brush my shoulders off I stay clean, look how I gleam Keep a gang of chickens on my team, ya know wat I mean? You a jazzy girl, its your world Im just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel Better yet i tell ya what, ima give yo ass a referal Come to my office in tha back and gon get it girl [Break] Shake it twist it, Twish it shake it You got a fine body, why dont u back dat thing up Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up If you throw it my way ima snatch dat thing up Once I beat it up dem docs gon have to patch dat thing up Yeah, I bet ya never met a playa like me Tryin to get in dem pants I might be Pass it to be like im Bousier Let me ram it until I bring that ass to a closer [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[Chorus:]
Throw it to me baby, I'm a runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? x2 Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. [Verse:] Hat cocked hard headed from tha bad block Reds flocked i'm star studded like my shamrock Off top when I drop them bras need to pop I told her dont stop man have you seen her pop? God damn she hit the fan cant catch her dirty I can, cause im the man, I am I dont slow dance I 2 step Tryin to chill n post up but dat Grey Goose crept Up on me now lil mama lookin like she want this Once I am up to bat when I hit I dont miss And maybe u can leave wit me And dont worry about nothin a couple of gs wit me (Now let me see you) [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. Its too many niggas and not enough hoe's Soon as I come through tha door Them heffers pullin on my clothes White t, crispy nikes wit some red and blue girbauds Hustle a piece of game and dont be mad cuz she chose Ching a ling, stay on tha scene Ring diamonds in my pinky ring You know they mean Brush my shoulders off I stay clean, look how I gleam Keep a gang of chickens on my team, ya know wat I mean? You a jazzy girl, its your world Im just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel Better yet i tell ya what, ima give yo ass a referal Come to my office in tha back and gon get it girl [Break] Shake it twist it, Twish it shake it You got a fine body, why dont u back dat thing up Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up If you throw it my way ima snatch dat thing up Once I beat it up dem docs gon have to patch dat thing up Yeah, I bet ya never met a playa like me Tryin to get in dem pants I might be Pass it to be like im Bousier Let me ram it until I bring that ass to a closer [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[Chorus:]
Throw it to me baby, I'm a runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? x2 Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. [Verse:] Hat cocked hard headed from tha bad block Reds flocked i'm star studded like my shamrock Off top when I drop them bras need to pop I told her dont stop man have you seen her pop? God damn she hit the fan cant catch her dirty I can, cause im the man, I am I dont slow dance I 2 step Tryin to chill n post up but dat Grey Goose crept Up on me now lil mama lookin like she want this Once I am up to bat when I hit I dont miss And maybe u can leave wit me And dont worry about nothin a couple of gs wit me (Now let me see you) [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. Its too many niggas and not enough hoe's Soon as I come through tha door Them heffers pullin on my clothes White t, crispy nikes wit some red and blue girbauds Hustle a piece of game and dont be mad cuz she chose Ching a ling, stay on tha scene Ring diamonds in my pinky ring You know they mean Brush my shoulders off I stay clean, look how I gleam Keep a gang of chickens on my team, ya know wat I mean? You a jazzy girl, its your world Im just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel Better yet i tell ya what, ima give yo ass a referal Come to my office in tha back and gon get it girl [Break] Shake it twist it, Twish it shake it You got a fine body, why dont u back dat thing up Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up If you throw it my way ima snatch dat thing up Once I beat it up dem docs gon have to patch dat thing up Yeah, I bet ya never met a playa like me Tryin to get in dem pants I might be Pass it to be like im Bousier Let me ram it until I bring that ass to a closer [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Chorus:
Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it) Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me) All my people see (y'all don't really want it) Betta not f**k wit me ('cause our hood is on it) (repeat) Verse 1: I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes Make money with my partners as I murder my foes In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper Its G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper (?) will chop his fingers with an axe These trick-ass cowards should be wearin tampax What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story Man I'm knockin cowards off of my riders before me Lay it down muthaf**ka and quit bumpin your gums, Aint no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs (chorus) Verse 2: Police say G.I.B. is a game But we hooded up doin our family thing Straight up hang and swang in the city of ? Increasin my change to an impeccable range That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release Whether East or West, I envision a check That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey So where's my prey 'cause it's possible for me to be poppin today I'll keep rockin the ? in the home of your place Bet you won't wanna stay Keep the chrome in your face Betta watch what you say, hey (chorus) Verse 3: I'm ? Disturbin the streets Money's my mission but the way I live aint no guarantees Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat But I don't play when it comes to my meat Like the ? brothers, leave 'em layin between the sheets See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat (chorus) Verse:4 I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin And for that player-hatin testin, you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson 'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot Plenty G's plus a silly G to get your ass-knot Ridin in a minivan, contraband in my hand Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers From the WMPG, Northside ? street Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas (chorus) (chorus) |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Chorus:
Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it) Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me) All my people see (y'all don't really want it) Betta not f**k wit me ('cause our hood is on it) (repeat) Verse 1: I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes Make money with my partners as I murder my foes In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper Its G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper (?) will chop his fingers with an axe These trick-ass cowards should be wearin tampax What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story Man I'm knockin cowards off of my riders before me Lay it down muthaf**ka and quit bumpin your gums, Aint no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs (chorus) Verse 2: Police say G.I.B. is a game But we hooded up doin our family thing Straight up hang and swang in the city of ? Increasin my change to an impeccable range That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release Whether East or West, I envision a check That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey So where's my prey 'cause it's possible for me to be poppin today I'll keep rockin the ? in the home of your place Bet you won't wanna stay Keep the chrome in your face Betta watch what you say, hey (chorus) Verse 3: I'm ? Disturbin the streets Money's my mission but the way I live aint no guarantees Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat But I don't play when it comes to my meat Like the ? brothers, leave 'em layin between the sheets See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat (chorus) Verse:4 I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin And for that player-hatin testin, you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson 'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot Plenty G's plus a silly G to get your ass-knot Ridin in a minivan, contraband in my hand Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers From the WMPG, Northside ? street Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas (chorus) (chorus) |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Yes,
Hey yo, what up This one for all my homeboys across the world, right, been through some shit. I know you've all had a lot on your mind, man. Had a lot of struggles you went through in your life. Keep your head up dirty. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) See the star was born. Don't think nobody notice. Goin' through these trials and tribulations kept me on focus. Tried to do a 9-5, but where's the money? Coming to work damn near bumming, people thinkin' it's funny (haha). I'm fed up. Plus my homies sellin' crack doin good. Now I'm thinking fuck doing it legal bring it back to the hood. Man it's hell, you see, wasn't no woman there for me. I ain't got shit but a dream, that's why they chose to ignore me. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Hey Now I'm on the block pumping rocks toting blocks. Grand-mama on my head, I'm ducking and dodging the cops. All cuz I'm trying to make a living (living). Consequences of that: end up dead or in prison, ain't shit given. I done struggled too long not to floss and get on. Imma get it with the double, if not the microphone.I'm headstrong plus I'm out for those dead presidents. And the government ain't doing shit for my residence. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) It's been a long time coming (yeah we struggled) It's been a bumpy ride (but we gonna make it) So these wheels will keep on turning (say what) till the day I die (ride with me fo a minute yall). [x2] Chuch Now my homies busted and getting shot at it's getting serious. Plus I'm praying but they breaking down in tears. See now that I'm on, people think money make you proud. But I've been struggling trying to come up since I was a child. Who are you to judge me for my sins and what I did wrong. I'm trying to live don't my mama singing a sad song. They say look out for your family and so I try to shurr. Look Tommy I miss you but I'll see you when I get thurr. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Hey, I'm dedicating this song to everybody that lost a loved one, to the people in 9-11, hurricane katrina, all the folks that lost folks that they care about, and if you down yourself, you got somebody that's down, you tryin to bring they spirits up, this for yall man. I know you can relate to my pain so just feel your boy ching-a-ling man I do this for all yall. Chuch. |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Yes,
Hey yo, what up This one for all my homeboys across the world, right, been through some shit. I know you've all had a lot on your mind, man. Had a lot of struggles you went through in your life. Keep your head up dirty. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) See the star was born. Don't think nobody notice. Goin' through these trials and tribulations kept me on focus. Tried to do a 9-5, but where's the money? Coming to work damn near bumming, people thinkin' it's funny (haha). I'm fed up. Plus my homies sellin' crack doin good. Now I'm thinking fuck doing it legal bring it back to the hood. Man it's hell, you see, wasn't no woman there for me. I ain't got shit but a dream, that's why they chose to ignore me. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Hey Now I'm on the block pumping rocks toting blocks. Grand-mama on my head, I'm ducking and dodging the cops. All cuz I'm trying to make a living (living). Consequences of that: end up dead or in prison, ain't shit given. I done struggled too long not to floss and get on. Imma get it with the double, if not the microphone.I'm headstrong plus I'm out for those dead presidents. And the government ain't doing shit for my residence. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) It's been a long time coming (yeah we struggled) It's been a bumpy ride (but we gonna make it) So these wheels will keep on turning (say what) till the day I die (ride with me fo a minute yall). [x2] Chuch Now my homies busted and getting shot at it's getting serious. Plus I'm praying but they breaking down in tears. See now that I'm on, people think money make you proud. But I've been struggling trying to come up since I was a child. Who are you to judge me for my sins and what I did wrong. I'm trying to live don't my mama singing a sad song. They say look out for your family and so I try to shurr. Look Tommy I miss you but I'll see you when I get thurr. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Hey, I'm dedicating this song to everybody that lost a loved one, to the people in 9-11, hurricane katrina, all the folks that lost folks that they care about, and if you down yourself, you got somebody that's down, you tryin to bring they spirits up, this for yall man. I know you can relate to my pain so just feel your boy ching-a-ling man I do this for all yall. Chuch. |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Yes,
Hey yo, what up This one for all my homeboys across the world, right, been through some shit. I know you've all had a lot on your mind, man. Had a lot of struggles you went through in your life. Keep your head up dirty. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) See the star was born. Don't think nobody notice. Goin' through these trials and tribulations kept me on focus. Tried to do a 9-5, but where's the money? Coming to work damn near bumming, people thinkin' it's funny (haha). I'm fed up. Plus my homies sellin' crack doin good. Now I'm thinking fuck doing it legal bring it back to the hood. Man it's hell, you see, wasn't no woman there for me. I ain't got shit but a dream, that's why they chose to ignore me. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Hey Now I'm on the block pumping rocks toting blocks. Grand-mama on my head, I'm ducking and dodging the cops. All cuz I'm trying to make a living (living). Consequences of that: end up dead or in prison, ain't shit given. I done struggled too long not to floss and get on. Imma get it with the double, if not the microphone.I'm headstrong plus I'm out for those dead presidents. And the government ain't doing shit for my residence. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) It's been a long time coming (yeah we struggled) It's been a bumpy ride (but we gonna make it) So these wheels will keep on turning (say what) till the day I die (ride with me fo a minute yall). [x2] Chuch Now my homies busted and getting shot at it's getting serious. Plus I'm praying but they breaking down in tears. See now that I'm on, people think money make you proud. But I've been struggling trying to come up since I was a child. Who are you to judge me for my sins and what I did wrong. I'm trying to live don't my mama singing a sad song. They say look out for your family and so I try to shurr. Look Tommy I miss you but I'll see you when I get thurr. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Hey, I'm dedicating this song to everybody that lost a loved one, to the people in 9-11, hurricane katrina, all the folks that lost folks that they care about, and if you down yourself, you got somebody that's down, you tryin to bring they spirits up, this for yall man. I know you can relate to my pain so just feel your boy ching-a-ling man I do this for all yall. Chuch. |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
[Intro:]
I am the flyest nigga around (yea) You know who it is Young smooth, jackpot, Chingaling [Chorus:] The phantom 400 you can check the tags Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag Check my swag, check check my swag [x4] The phantom 400 you can check the tags Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag [Verse 1:] That rolls royce seem to be them hoes choice They love the luxury cause it get em so moist Navigation one button activated by a voice You can call me the king cause I got so many toys My favorite designer Louis Vaton I'm a shiner Cocky kinda true as a don big tymer Rocks will blind ya, yea I'm the bomb street grinder Cocked the niner now you folks now ya time up When I'm in LA missta chize I rub back ATL I'm adjustin' with 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 baby can I rub that I'm a hustla with clout ya dig she dug that [Chorus:] The phantom 400 you can check the tags Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag Check my swag, check check my swag [x4] The phantom 400 you can check the tags Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag Check my swag, check check my swag [x4] [Verse 2:] 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 f**k them haters O you like Shenell 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 gunna make em some believers Juicy Couture I can see you in that too Never wear nothing twice everything brand new Keep your hair done shape right and nails nice Stay flawless in public if you wanna be my wife Them other brauds say but hey get them hoes But they just mad cause I don't sweat them hoes Cause they mad broke and I get them hoes My swagga' tight and my sway penny rolls [Chorus:] The phantom 400 you can check the tags Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag Check my swag, check check my swag [x4] The phantom 400 you can check the tags Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[Robotic voice]
This is another Trak Star production [Record scratching] [Chingy] Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh Who am I? [HOOK X2: Chingy] + (Girl) (Chingy) what's up? (Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno (Is it because you've been smoking and drinking?) Maybe so (I've been thinking) huh? (Maybe you come get me) and do what? (Round the town, then take me home and eat me) Okay [Record scratches at end of hook] [Verse 1: Chingy] Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop Rag top on the jag drop, uh Phat stop you know that's hot, huh Mack spinnin wit the piece in my pocket People hop out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw) For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topic Let the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I get Once my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch it Vok?, yeah I rock it Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick 'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it I threw the key to the city, since I locked it Girl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quiz I get multiple choice head, derty watch this [HOOK] - X2 [Verse 2: Chingy] They tell me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rush Errything I do is top secret, that's on the hush (shhhh) Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women blush From 314 to 617, gotta give it up Treat my women like a structure, workers work the streets Twerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feet Hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night Hearr the slots ring all night But if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all night We keep Atlanta throwin bows And New Orleans, we got the thugs showin golds Take it to New York, and party at Madison Squarre We'll hit Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairr No hatin on my part, let the ceremony start Crowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the Arch STL, where I dwell, Northside of the streets They keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh [HOOK] - X2 [Verse 3: Chingy] Uh, I got tired of being broke dogg (fa sho) Ice Sleeve won't you pass me some smoke dogg Can I come up without jealousy? "You ain't gon make it", what they tellin me So I showed them, it ain't that hard Can't play me, cuz I ain't got a whole card Got Lee way in my hometown (STL) No mo' jokin cuz it's on now Who gon' stop, me not a soul Strap, in, now, let's, roll Keep it, real, what-eva I do Got's up Keith, comin from U Squash that, mind ya own, beats There's a new ching, in the streets Watch ya step, or I'll ruin ya rep Now let's "get it" like Puff and G-Dep [HOOK] - X2 [Chingy] Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh Who am I? |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
[Robotic voice]
This is another Trak Star production [Record scratching] [Chingy] Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh Who am I? [HOOK X2: Chingy] + (Girl) (Chingy) what's up? (Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno (Is it because you've been smoking and drinking?) Maybe so (I've been thinking) huh? (Maybe you come get me) and do what? (Round the town, then take me home and eat me) Okay [Record scratches at end of hook] [Verse 1: Chingy] Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop Rag top on the jag drop, uh Phat stop you know that's hot, huh Mack spinnin wit the piece in my pocket People hop out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw) For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topic Let the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I get Once my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch it Vok?, yeah I rock it Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick 'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it I threw the key to the city, since I locked it Girl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quiz I get multiple choice head, derty watch this [HOOK] - X2 [Verse 2: Chingy] They tell me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rush Errything I do is top secret, that's on the hush (shhhh) Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women blush From 314 to 617, gotta give it up Treat my women like a structure, workers work the streets Twerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feet Hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night Hearr the slots ring all night But if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all night We keep Atlanta throwin bows And New Orleans, we got the thugs showin golds Take it to New York, and party at Madison Squarre We'll hit Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairr No hatin on my part, let the ceremony start Crowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the Arch STL, where I dwell, Northside of the streets They keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh [HOOK] - X2 [Verse 3: Chingy] Uh, I got tired of being broke dogg (fa sho) Ice Sleeve won't you pass me some smoke dogg Can I come up without jealousy? "You ain't gon make it", what they tellin me So I showed them, it ain't that hard Can't play me, cuz I ain't got a whole card Got Lee way in my hometown (STL) No mo' jokin cuz it's on now Who gon' stop, me not a soul Strap, in, now, let's, roll Keep it, real, what-eva I do Got's up Keith, comin from U Squash that, mind ya own, beats There's a new ching, in the streets Watch ya step, or I'll ruin ya rep Now let's "get it" like Puff and G-Dep [HOOK] - X2 [Chingy] Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh Who am I? |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3
This is the official (the official)... Get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!) For bein a non-hood affliate nigga GIB...ACP Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?) ...hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down We comin' dirrty...we comin' dirrty [Chorus} The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it You talk but you ain't 'bout it Nigga huh, nigga huh We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in We're set trippin' Nigga what, nigga what [Verse 1: Chingy] I crept in the spot with a tom strap Haters that trip get blown back We off that hash and cogniac Head bussin' we on dat Wanna freak out better pull dat ho Take her to da bar and full dat ho Get her in da bathroom, get some head I'm a playa--yain't know? Cowards know me so they starin' Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin' My nigga I pack stern Police in herr, we ain't carrin' Pussie don't pump in blood Real niggas always show me love Fake niggas keep yo caps and ?? Real niggas got dem gats and slugs If you want, you can get it Put a couple, in yo fitted We ain't never scared trick Tell 'em GIB did it Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face I almost caught a fuckin' case (You cool dirrty?) Yeah I'm straight [Chorus] [Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia] Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters Three 6 Mafia fakers You talk like commen...taters You fiction like Terminator My nation eliminata Under...estimater Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!) I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine I slap 'em...a couple a times and any a mine I promise...he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!) You got some pimps off in dis buildin' Smokin' with yo children In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin' What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin' Credit cards to G's with keys for dis pimpin' They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin' Don't hate on me or play with me These Mafia boys be killin' They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin' You fuck with me you might get hit I'm known for dome peelin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Chingy] (Ride out niggas!) Dammit Memphis on da scene They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean On da block we buy (some beans)?? These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans You know these hoes be on my nuts Take in the rims on da truck Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks Yeah bitch I know whats up Ching-a-ling and Three 6 You got bricks? We flip Don't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip Two clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shot Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac Come equipped or don't come Show up homie, don't run Best believe we won't run After da party get ya guns Ain't no parking lot pimpin' Only parking lot poppin' Man what will stand down ho???? (brllrrllaaa!) You herrd dem Ks choppin' [Chorus] |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3
This is the official (the official)... Get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!) For bein a non-hood affliate nigga GIB...ACP Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?) ...hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down We comin' dirrty...we comin' dirrty [Chorus} The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it You talk but you ain't 'bout it Nigga huh, nigga huh We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in We're set trippin' Nigga what, nigga what [Verse 1: Chingy] I crept in the spot with a tom strap Haters that trip get blown back We off that hash and cogniac Head bussin' we on dat Wanna freak out better pull dat ho Take her to da bar and full dat ho Get her in da bathroom, get some head I'm a playa--yain't know? Cowards know me so they starin' Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin' My nigga I pack stern Police in herr, we ain't carrin' Pussie don't pump in blood Real niggas always show me love Fake niggas keep yo caps and ?? Real niggas got dem gats and slugs If you want, you can get it Put a couple, in yo fitted We ain't never scared trick Tell 'em GIB did it Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face I almost caught a fuckin' case (You cool dirrty?) Yeah I'm straight [Chorus] [Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia] Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters Three 6 Mafia fakers You talk like commen...taters You fiction like Terminator My nation eliminata Under...estimater Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!) I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine I slap 'em...a couple a times and any a mine I promise...he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!) You got some pimps off in dis buildin' Smokin' with yo children In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin' What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin' Credit cards to G's with keys for dis pimpin' They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin' Don't hate on me or play with me These Mafia boys be killin' They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin' You fuck with me you might get hit I'm known for dome peelin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Chingy] (Ride out niggas!) Dammit Memphis on da scene They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean On da block we buy (some beans)?? These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans You know these hoes be on my nuts Take in the rims on da truck Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks Yeah bitch I know whats up Ching-a-ling and Three 6 You got bricks? We flip Don't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip Two clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shot Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac Come equipped or don't come Show up homie, don't run Best believe we won't run After da party get ya guns Ain't no parking lot pimpin' Only parking lot poppin' Man what will stand down ho???? (brllrrllaaa!) You herrd dem Ks choppin' [Chorus] |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3
This is the official (the official)... Get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!) For bein a non-hood affliate nigga GIB...ACP Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?) ...hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down We comin' dirrty...we comin' dirrty [Chorus} The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it You talk but you ain't 'bout it Nigga huh, nigga huh We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in We're set trippin' Nigga what, nigga what [Verse 1: Chingy] I crept in the spot with a tom strap Haters that trip get blown back We off that hash and cogniac Head bussin' we on dat Wanna freak out better pull dat ho Take her to da bar and full dat ho Get her in da bathroom, get some head I'm a playa--yain't know? Cowards know me so they starin' Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin' My nigga I pack stern Police in herr, we ain't carrin' Pussie don't pump in blood Real niggas always show me love Fake niggas keep yo caps and ?? Real niggas got dem gats and slugs If you want, you can get it Put a couple, in yo fitted We ain't never scared trick Tell 'em GIB did it Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face I almost caught a fuckin' case (You cool dirrty?) Yeah I'm straight [Chorus] [Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia] Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters Three 6 Mafia fakers You talk like commen...taters You fiction like Terminator My nation eliminata Under...estimater Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!) I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine I slap 'em...a couple a times and any a mine I promise...he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!) You got some pimps off in dis buildin' Smokin' with yo children In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin' What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin' Credit cards to G's with keys for dis pimpin' They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin' Don't hate on me or play with me These Mafia boys be killin' They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin' You fuck with me you might get hit I'm known for dome peelin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Chingy] (Ride out niggas!) Dammit Memphis on da scene They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean On da block we buy (some beans)?? These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans You know these hoes be on my nuts Take in the rims on da truck Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks Yeah bitch I know whats up Ching-a-ling and Three 6 You got bricks? We flip Don't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip Two clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shot Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac Come equipped or don't come Show up homie, don't run Best believe we won't run After da party get ya guns Ain't no parking lot pimpin' Only parking lot poppin' Man what will stand down ho???? (brllrrllaaa!) You herrd dem Ks choppin' [Chorus] |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[JD]
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans How da how da hell did you get all of that in dem jeans Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo [Chingy] Prada,Gucci Tell me what you like Coach bag With the shoes To match Forget the price Marc Jacob shades 50 karats all ice Model in dem jeans for me Luxuri now thats your life Thats the type of shit im on Let me see you get them on Back it up a bit Yeah thats it Cuz I can see your thong Carmale skin tone Daum you look like Nia Long Dont be actin like that lil mama Cuz I can leave you 'lone MIx the lime with that Patron Thats what we drinkin on SHe wanna go out to eat But me JD I'm think home Just so I can see 'em off But what the hell we both grown Wearin' dem jean like that Will make me take trips with you to Rome Hey now {Hey Hey} Hey now {Hey} You know they thick from the STL to the A~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {Hey} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up [JD] Now Now Now When walkin' girl And you make it swirl Its hard for me not to look And I want you in my world Bubbled up {ooo} Pokin out {Hey} Lickin' my lip sayin Shawaty swing it my way Daum ma How the hell you get all that in Dem pants ma Hope you aint up in here with your man ma I love it when you wiggle it Shake it Drop it and do your little dance True Religion, 7's Or dem rocking Republics Or the ones that fit the best And show it just how we love it Know just how to hug it Know just how to cup it When you walk away it make me wann rub it Hey now {HEy Hey} Hey now {HEy} You know they thick from A~Town down to H~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {HEy} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[JD]
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans How da how da hell did you get all of that in dem jeans Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo [Chingy] Prada,Gucci Tell me what you like Coach bag With the shoes To match Forget the price Marc Jacob shades 50 karats all ice Model in dem jeans for me Luxuri now thats your life Thats the type of shit im on Let me see you get them on Back it up a bit Yeah thats it Cuz I can see your thong Carmale skin tone Daum you look like Nia Long Dont be actin like that lil mama Cuz I can leave you 'lone MIx the lime with that Patron Thats what we drinkin on SHe wanna go out to eat But me JD I'm think home Just so I can see 'em off But what the hell we both grown Wearin' dem jean like that Will make me take trips with you to Rome Hey now {Hey Hey} Hey now {Hey} You know they thick from the STL to the A~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {Hey} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up [JD] Now Now Now When walkin' girl And you make it swirl Its hard for me not to look And I want you in my world Bubbled up {ooo} Pokin out {Hey} Lickin' my lip sayin Shawaty swing it my way Daum ma How the hell you get all that in Dem pants ma Hope you aint up in here with your man ma I love it when you wiggle it Shake it Drop it and do your little dance True Religion, 7's Or dem rocking Republics Or the ones that fit the best And show it just how we love it Know just how to hug it Know just how to cup it When you walk away it make me wann rub it Hey now {HEy Hey} Hey now {HEy} You know they thick from A~Town down to H~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {HEy} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[JD]
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans How da how da hell did you get all of that in dem jeans Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo [Chingy] Prada,Gucci Tell me what you like Coach bag With the shoes To match Forget the price Marc Jacob shades 50 karats all ice Model in dem jeans for me Luxuri now thats your life Thats the type of shit im on Let me see you get them on Back it up a bit Yeah thats it Cuz I can see your thong Carmale skin tone Daum you look like Nia Long Dont be actin like that lil mama Cuz I can leave you 'lone MIx the lime with that Patron Thats what we drinkin on SHe wanna go out to eat But me JD I'm think home Just so I can see 'em off But what the hell we both grown Wearin' dem jean like that Will make me take trips with you to Rome Hey now {Hey Hey} Hey now {Hey} You know they thick from the STL to the A~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {Hey} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up [JD] Now Now Now When walkin' girl And you make it swirl Its hard for me not to look And I want you in my world Bubbled up {ooo} Pokin out {Hey} Lickin' my lip sayin Shawaty swing it my way Daum ma How the hell you get all that in Dem pants ma Hope you aint up in here with your man ma I love it when you wiggle it Shake it Drop it and do your little dance True Religion, 7's Or dem rocking Republics Or the ones that fit the best And show it just how we love it Know just how to hug it Know just how to cup it When you walk away it make me wann rub it Hey now {HEy Hey} Hey now {HEy} You know they thick from A~Town down to H~Town Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {HEy} Let me help you with dem jeans Baby lay down [Chorus] Daum Girl How'd you get all that in Dem Jeans Dem Jeans How'd you get all that in Dem Daum Girl How'd you get all that (Is you talkin to me?) Yeah you I bet you had to jump up and down Just to put 'em on Bet you had to wiggle it around Just to put 'em on Bet you had to lay back on the bed Just to zip 'em up Am I right? (You right) Baby thats whats up |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
o shoot nigga shoot, dats a fo',dats a fo'
you know dat aint gonna fo', there you go you gonna fo wit a three put six hundred down money on the what? money on da what? it's all good let up the muthaf**kin' yard don't talk about it, bet about it aaahhh shut up nigga quit ridin' my nutz gonna do it right hurr, gonna do it right hurr you want the seven, want the seven. slide it out niggaz 3 hoes and a pimp BIOTCH Damn shoot nigga, shoot f**k dat I got a thousand I gotta thousand nigga shoot shut up nigga, shut up nigga whateva nigga I got the roll over ya muthaf**kin ass,baby 3 hoes and a pimp,bitch man, chingy gettin it lets go aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Yes(get it boyz)its ya boy chingy once again(chingaling)represtentin that STL,you kno wut im sayin,trackstarz,got to adresse these issues wit these ol fake ass niggaz and bitches dirty yo
[chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me [verse 1] Im tha same cat tho some of yall Changed before 106 and park i was stuck In tha grane see these record labels and Exzits got me insane,mo money mo,now Watch how my money grow, and all These wack rappaz i gorge em real Slow,yea i slung blow,hung on tha Fo,cocked 44's and kicked down Dooz,robbed liquor stoze,threw my Bowz,dealt wit cats who put shit in they Noze,at tha age 8 i wuz ridin in a Rolls,bitches stay mad,cuz i aint tha Dad,of they child,but bitch look herr dat 1 and park wild [chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me (go head)cuz im out herr hustil gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me [verse 2] All i do is listen to headphones and get On airplanes,one album made me rich i Know it aint a ferr game(nuh uh), i aint Got no sperr change,me and my cats Your thang(4's up),ya twinz get on ya Kneez tell me whats on your brain,we Hop in tha range,wit them rimz dat Move,im a mechanic couse i keep them Handy man toolz,hommie i cant lose i Choose to crush crewz(crush em)come at Me sidewayz get yo,peanut bruised,all i Eva wanted was a house on the hillz,but How i end up wit 4 carz, 4 braudz and 4 Mill(thats right) [chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby, i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you play me [verse 3] I gotta few friendz,i gotta few Endz,enough to buy dat blue benz wit Alot of blue trim,yes some new Rimz,spreewellz do spin,berry blue ginn Mixed wit cherr coke hynn,i passed tha Dope men,the crack house juss got Broke in,us they provokin,leave pistols Smokin,they choze me to play tha game Herr go my token,no bring no men,come To my show then,see dont cha head be Open from tha lead im throwin u gon die From chockin wit slow wind,im doin this One herr, on the strenth of yo sins,if ya Talk shit,hommie check dis no win,the IRS gotta tab and i owe them,my Peeps,hand out to so now i got no Friendz, tha streets tellin em watch it and I aint jokin,for my son to have a future Dats what in hopin..soo [chorusx4] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head) cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Yes(get it boyz)its ya boy chingy once again(chingaling)represtentin that STL,you kno wut im sayin,trackstarz,got to adresse these issues wit these ol fake ass niggaz and bitches dirty yo
[chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me [verse 1] Im tha same cat tho some of yall Changed before 106 and park i was stuck In tha grane see these record labels and Exzits got me insane,mo money mo,now Watch how my money grow, and all These wack rappaz i gorge em real Slow,yea i slung blow,hung on tha Fo,cocked 44's and kicked down Dooz,robbed liquor stoze,threw my Bowz,dealt wit cats who put shit in they Noze,at tha age 8 i wuz ridin in a Rolls,bitches stay mad,cuz i aint tha Dad,of they child,but bitch look herr dat 1 and park wild [chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me (go head)cuz im out herr hustil gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me [verse 2] All i do is listen to headphones and get On airplanes,one album made me rich i Know it aint a ferr game(nuh uh), i aint Got no sperr change,me and my cats Your thang(4's up),ya twinz get on ya Kneez tell me whats on your brain,we Hop in tha range,wit them rimz dat Move,im a mechanic couse i keep them Handy man toolz,hommie i cant lose i Choose to crush crewz(crush em)come at Me sidewayz get yo,peanut bruised,all i Eva wanted was a house on the hillz,but How i end up wit 4 carz, 4 braudz and 4 Mill(thats right) [chorusx2] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby, i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you play me [verse 3] I gotta few friendz,i gotta few Endz,enough to buy dat blue benz wit Alot of blue trim,yes some new Rimz,spreewellz do spin,berry blue ginn Mixed wit cherr coke hynn,i passed tha Dope men,the crack house juss got Broke in,us they provokin,leave pistols Smokin,they choze me to play tha game Herr go my token,no bring no men,come To my show then,see dont cha head be Open from tha lead im throwin u gon die From chockin wit slow wind,im doin this One herr, on the strenth of yo sins,if ya Talk shit,hommie check dis no win,the IRS gotta tab and i owe them,my Peeps,hand out to so now i got no Friendz, tha streets tellin em watch it and I aint jokin,for my son to have a future Dats what in hopin..soo [chorusx4] I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head) cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. Janet Jackson)
Chingy: Eh, wassup? You haven't been talkin' to me for a couple of days But it's all good I just wanted to let you know that I know, I do some things that's wrong You do some things that's wrong You know what I'm sayin? We ain't perfect We all make mistakes Nah nah nah, hold on I'm talkin' to you Don't just be tryna' leave and stuff like that I'm talkin' to you I'm tryna make things better for me and you Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: Now that we together girl the light's so bright It took a lil' time but now the feelin so right Remember when I snuck through your window at night? Bringin' you flowers and candy Me and you sippin' on Brandy Plus I appreciate the love on sight Huggin' me, holdin' me Fix dinner, so polite (thank you baby) Even when them stupid pigs was tryna sue me Forget about friends and family You tha one that knew me The way you smile at me Keep me feelin' alright This ain't about furs, fancy cars, or ICE So I'm dedicatin' this to my female friend Sincerely yours Words can't express my feelings within Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: We human so we gon' fight and fuss at each other He told me you trippin' but girl don't worry bout my brother We have a argument, it drive me to go out You my flesh, so me and another woman won't BOUT (bout meaning Thinkin' bout the times when you flew to my house Gonna give you everything that you want This man ain't a mouse Am I cheatin'? Hell naw, hope you got no doubts Rose petals in tha tub Baby, unbutton that blouse Wait, better yet, come ON YOU HUNGRY? LETS GO eat at Mr. Chow's Know you love me When you mad, you don't get loud So I'm dedicatin' this to my female friend Sincerely yours Words can't express my feelin' within Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: I like your style, your grace, your beautiful face, your essence Your size, your shape, this beautiful place, a blessin' Your weight, your waist, your delicious taste, perfecting Your height, your sight, with my life as your protection So sweet like CANDY, let's raise a family in Miami Where the beach so sandy, toast two champagne glasses, you and me Your scent, like the smell of fresh AIR (pronounced URR) of relief And for you I go over my budget No I ain't CHEAP Can't stop grindin'til I get EVERY(pronounced ERRY) RECORD to the top Just Know that you on my mind erry second on the clock Tick tock, if you ever need help, scream (Oooh) And I come runnin for my life,to trade it in for your dreams |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. Janet Jackson)
Chingy: Eh, wassup? You haven't been talkin' to me for a couple of days But it's all good I just wanted to let you know that I know, I do some things that's wrong You do some things that's wrong You know what I'm sayin? We ain't perfect We all make mistakes Nah nah nah, hold on I'm talkin' to you Don't just be tryna' leave and stuff like that I'm talkin' to you I'm tryna make things better for me and you Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: Now that we together girl the light's so bright It took a lil' time but now the feelin so right Remember when I snuck through your window at night? Bringin' you flowers and candy Me and you sippin' on Brandy Plus I appreciate the love on sight Huggin' me, holdin' me Fix dinner, so polite (thank you baby) Even when them stupid pigs was tryna sue me Forget about friends and family You tha one that knew me The way you smile at me Keep me feelin' alright This ain't about furs, fancy cars, or ICE So I'm dedicatin' this to my female friend Sincerely yours Words can't express my feelings within Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: We human so we gon' fight and fuss at each other He told me you trippin' but girl don't worry bout my brother We have a argument, it drive me to go out You my flesh, so me and another woman won't BOUT (bout meaning Thinkin' bout the times when you flew to my house Gonna give you everything that you want This man ain't a mouse Am I cheatin'? Hell naw, hope you got no doubts Rose petals in tha tub Baby, unbutton that blouse Wait, better yet, come ON YOU HUNGRY? LETS GO eat at Mr. Chow's Know you love me When you mad, you don't get loud So I'm dedicatin' this to my female friend Sincerely yours Words can't express my feelin' within Janet: Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) Don't matter what we go through Just me and you We don't need nobody else Just me and you (Ooh Chingy) And I'ma always be down for you Just me and you So don't worry bout a damn thang Chingy: I like your style, your grace, your beautiful face, your essence Your size, your shape, this beautiful place, a blessin' Your weight, your waist, your delicious taste, perfecting Your height, your sight, with my life as your protection So sweet like CANDY, let's raise a family in Miami Where the beach so sandy, toast two champagne glasses, you and me Your scent, like the smell of fresh AIR (pronounced URR) of relief And for you I go over my budget No I ain't CHEAP Can't stop grindin'til I get EVERY(pronounced ERRY) RECORD to the top Just Know that you on my mind erry second on the clock Tick tock, if you ever need help, scream (Oooh) And I come runnin for my life,to trade it in for your dreams |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. G.I.B.)
Fall in Fall in Pussy niggas (6x) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse 1: Retaliation is a must Im keepin it gutta bra Anybody talkin shit, yeah im runnin up on ya Banga keep it by my side hundred stacks don't fold right Girl i know yo feet hurt, how you gone stay by my side If you aint gettin it, im about ta roll ya right Like a dodgy blunt (ho) ? pick'in thrown off the side Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them (whoo ? oo ? oo) Verse Two: Do'in it like Donald Trump I'm send'in this one to the women with body And all my hustla's with the grill front Thats got check / But it ain't gonna last for four months Bought a chain ? that's some cardy-?) of grain (get it main) Don't stunt / Get wit my beats in the four blunts-?) Leave with your cunt Heads up ? must of broke one Yeah it's official now (? official now) / Blow your whistle now (? whistle now) I got a rifle to tell 'em blow your whistle now-?) When I'm chill'in (when I'm chill'in) / Half fill'in (half fill'in) Real good watch'in flat screens on the ceil'in Big wheel'in (big wheel'in) / Quarter melon (quarter melon) Three hundred c ? plus tar-?) spill'in (?) (bitch!) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse Three: But it depends (? it depends) / On how I feel (? how I feel) And how you been in the past either your fake or your real I don't deal / With whole niggas Cuz whole niggas they / Hamper-?) Dre like they're bigger than they really are Ride'in in my fast car like Tracy Chapmen I'm simply rapp'in Given the world pure satisfaction If action is what you like to do Then play your role Cause I'm tired of niggas com'in in my life (play 'em whole.-?) Chorus:1x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
(feat. G.I.B.)
Fall in Fall in Pussy niggas (6x) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse 1: Retaliation is a must Im keepin it gutta bra Anybody talkin shit, yeah im runnin up on ya Banga keep it by my side hundred stacks don't fold right Girl i know yo feet hurt, how you gone stay by my side If you aint gettin it, im about ta roll ya right Like a dodgy blunt (ho) ? pick'in thrown off the side Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them (whoo ? oo ? oo) Verse Two: Do'in it like Donald Trump I'm send'in this one to the women with body And all my hustla's with the grill front Thats got check / But it ain't gonna last for four months Bought a chain ? that's some cardy-?) of grain (get it main) Don't stunt / Get wit my beats in the four blunts-?) Leave with your cunt Heads up ? must of broke one Yeah it's official now (? official now) / Blow your whistle now (? whistle now) I got a rifle to tell 'em blow your whistle now-?) When I'm chill'in (when I'm chill'in) / Half fill'in (half fill'in) Real good watch'in flat screens on the ceil'in Big wheel'in (big wheel'in) / Quarter melon (quarter melon) Three hundred c ? plus tar-?) spill'in (?) (bitch!) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse Three: But it depends (? it depends) / On how I feel (? how I feel) And how you been in the past either your fake or your real I don't deal / With whole niggas Cuz whole niggas they / Hamper-?) Dre like they're bigger than they really are Ride'in in my fast car like Tracy Chapmen I'm simply rapp'in Given the world pure satisfaction If action is what you like to do Then play your role Cause I'm tired of niggas com'in in my life (play 'em whole.-?) Chorus:1x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
(feat. G.I.B.)
Fall in Fall in Pussy niggas (6x) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse 1: Retaliation is a must Im keepin it gutta bra Anybody talkin shit, yeah im runnin up on ya Banga keep it by my side hundred stacks don't fold right Girl i know yo feet hurt, how you gone stay by my side If you aint gettin it, im about ta roll ya right Like a dodgy blunt (ho) ? pick'in thrown off the side Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them (whoo ? oo ? oo) Verse Two: Do'in it like Donald Trump I'm send'in this one to the women with body And all my hustla's with the grill front Thats got check / But it ain't gonna last for four months Bought a chain ? that's some cardy-?) of grain (get it main) Don't stunt / Get wit my beats in the four blunts-?) Leave with your cunt Heads up ? must of broke one Yeah it's official now (? official now) / Blow your whistle now (? whistle now) I got a rifle to tell 'em blow your whistle now-?) When I'm chill'in (when I'm chill'in) / Half fill'in (half fill'in) Real good watch'in flat screens on the ceil'in Big wheel'in (big wheel'in) / Quarter melon (quarter melon) Three hundred c ? plus tar-?) spill'in (?) (bitch!) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse Three: But it depends (? it depends) / On how I feel (? how I feel) And how you been in the past either your fake or your real I don't deal / With whole niggas Cuz whole niggas they / Hamper-?) Dre like they're bigger than they really are Ride'in in my fast car like Tracy Chapmen I'm simply rapp'in Given the world pure satisfaction If action is what you like to do Then play your role Cause I'm tired of niggas com'in in my life (play 'em whole.-?) Chorus:1x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
(feat. G.I.B.)
Fall in Fall in Pussy niggas (6x) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse 1: Retaliation is a must Im keepin it gutta bra Anybody talkin shit, yeah im runnin up on ya Banga keep it by my side hundred stacks don't fold right Girl i know yo feet hurt, how you gone stay by my side If you aint gettin it, im about ta roll ya right Like a dodgy blunt (ho) ? pick'in thrown off the side Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them (whoo ? oo ? oo) Verse Two: Do'in it like Donald Trump I'm send'in this one to the women with body And all my hustla's with the grill front Thats got check / But it ain't gonna last for four months Bought a chain ? that's some cardy-?) of grain (get it main) Don't stunt / Get wit my beats in the four blunts-?) Leave with your cunt Heads up ? must of broke one Yeah it's official now (? official now) / Blow your whistle now (? whistle now) I got a rifle to tell 'em blow your whistle now-?) When I'm chill'in (when I'm chill'in) / Half fill'in (half fill'in) Real good watch'in flat screens on the ceil'in Big wheel'in (big wheel'in) / Quarter melon (quarter melon) Three hundred c ? plus tar-?) spill'in (?) (bitch!) Chorus:2x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them Verse Three: But it depends (? it depends) / On how I feel (? how I feel) And how you been in the past either your fake or your real I don't deal / With whole niggas Cuz whole niggas they / Hamper-?) Dre like they're bigger than they really are Ride'in in my fast car like Tracy Chapmen I'm simply rapp'in Given the world pure satisfaction If action is what you like to do Then play your role Cause I'm tired of niggas com'in in my life (play 'em whole.-?) Chorus:1x Ta all my hustla niggas Fall in(fall in) Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
Now you've been around the world and you'd seen alot of girls but you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like Now you've rolled through some hoods there's some girls that look good but you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like & yu partied in some clubs & some girls show you love but you ain't neva 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 I'm chrome veet & all On the hunt for these girls were like my day to day get em alone I jump em and then fade away I give it good so some of them won't 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 she's the perfect match and God is my witness now for the first time I've opened my eyes put ma glass in the air now I toast to the sky feels like I'm in heaven & I'm hopin' to fly baby girl come along for the ride yu know why cuz I Now you've been around the world and you'd seen alot of girls but you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like Now you've rolled through some hoods there's some girls that look good but you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like & yu partied in some clubs & some girls show you love but you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like me Baby But chu never had a girl look so fly like me Now I ain't neva had a girl that was so fly other guys come around you actin' so shy you got em shakin' in their boots and I know why cuz they can't handle the truth and that's no lie as for me I'm the one that you been dreamin' on & wen yu saw me I'm the one that yu were steamin' on & when yu need it I'm the shoulder would be leanin' on take off that Gucci and keep them vickie secrets on let's take a flight because the world is our playground and buy houses from the lou to the A Town it's silk sheets so it's soft when yu lay down ching a ling yea I get down and stay down there's no one better baby girl you'sz a blessin' you got me headin' in a positive direction you got my vote when yu re up for election cuz all I wanna do is give you love and affection Now you've been around the world and you'd seen alot of girls but you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like Now you've rolled through some hoods there's some girls that look good but you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like & yu partied in some clubs & some girls show you love but you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like me Baby But chu never had a girl look so fly like me why yu wastin' your time & boy runnin' the streets when you can just come to me you know that I got what you need I got what you want boy won't you come and see what if you never a girl like me ever won't you come inside let me keep it dry cuz I'm so fly Now you've been around the world and you'd seen alot of girls but you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like Now you've rolled through some hoods there's some girls that look good but you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like & yu partied in some clubs & some girls show you love but you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like me Baby But chu never had a girl look so fly like me Now you've been around the world and seen alot of girls but you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like Now you've rolled through some hoods there's some girls that look good but you ain't never seen a girl look so fly like & yu partied in some clubs & some girls show you love but you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like me Baby But chu never had a girl look so fly like me |
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from Chingy - Fly Like Me [single] (2007)
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 Baby, But chu never had a girl look so fly like me. [x2] |
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from Def Jam 25: Vol. 10 (Feature Presentation) (2009)
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 Baby, But chu never had a girl look so fly like me. (x2) |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh....
Hope you know how to get it Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, its like this... (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse One: Chingy) I'm on top of my game Droppin' the flame My name, got me dodgin' the fame Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin' Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin' Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke Cuz I'm... (Hook) Gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse 2: Chingy)(girl) Breakin' niggaz wit the flow Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+ Floatin' through the 3 by 4 Rim cocked to my left low I'm the boy that got dough Talk to my dirty mo Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo Painted bracelet, can't you taste it More powerful than the +Matrix+ Cats they get dropped from they label I'm herre now, now they in basics Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I'll see you ladies Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other(Tires screeching) Now I got a bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh) (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse 3: Chingy) We gettin' in, the Lou Twenty-twos, on old school They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules They gettin' it in Chicago, playas holdin' it down They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound They gettin' it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it They gettin' it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit They gettin' it in Detroit, thuggin', ballin' and spendin' (Whoaa!) They gettin' it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin' They gettin' it in Caley High, rollin' and bangin' They gettin' it in Atlanta, 'thorities watchin' me drankin' They gettin' it in Las Vegas, them team heard of slots They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' up they flop(unh) (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it |
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from 2 Fast 2 Furious (분노의 질주 2) by David Arnold [ost] (2003)
Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh.... Hope you know how to get it Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, its like this... [ ] We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it [After every line in ] [ One: Chingy] I'm on top of my game Droppin' the flame My name, got me dodgin' the fame Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin' Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin' Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke Cuz I'm... [ ] Gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh....
Hope you know how to get it Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, its like this... (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse One: Chingy) I'm on top of my game Droppin' the flame My name, got me dodgin' the fame Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin' Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin' Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke Cuz I'm... (Hook) Gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse 2: Chingy)(girl) Breakin' niggaz wit the flow Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+ Floatin' through the 3 by 4 Rim cocked to my left low I'm the boy that got dough Talk to my dirty mo Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo Painted bracelet, can't you taste it More powerful than the +Matrix+ Cats they get dropped from they label I'm herre now, now they in basics Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I'll see you ladies Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other(Tires screeching) Now I got a bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh) (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it (After every line in verse) (Verse 3: Chingy) We gettin' in, the Lou Twenty-twos, on old school They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules They gettin' it in Chicago, playas holdin' it down They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound They gettin' it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it They gettin' it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit They gettin' it in Detroit, thuggin', ballin' and spendin' (Whoaa!) They gettin' it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin' They gettin' it in Caley High, rollin' and bangin' They gettin' it in Atlanta, 'thorities watchin' me drankin' They gettin' it in Las Vegas, them team heard of slots They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' up they flop(unh) (Hook) We gettin' it We gettin' it, we gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it All my hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it All my ladies are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy
I just want that gushy, baby, that's I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like, like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's Club packed, know we're be there all night Tight as hell, jet lag, 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, naw, they all dimes O.G. Louis frames match my Louis kicks on my fifth right? Dirty lame lookin' at me wrong? Tell 'em get right Light reflecting off the Bentley watch, now I'm lit right? Sixes on the candy range just so I can sit right Hotter if ya chick nice, I can triple his price On the black boy, got 'em hating, wanna fist fight? Man don't get ya shit sliced, yeah, I hope the fifth tight We tryna party, yo homey don't mess up this night It's a D.T.P. thang, wall to wall, it's hype Me, Luda and Valentine, we living this life I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like, like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy Oh yes, sir, I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby, that's Chingaling, 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 eight day If the cops seein' on mah bumper, everything is okay What you say, we cruise down the block? Droolz on my watch, fools on mah truck So, turn this tune up a notch 'Cause mah whip game's propper, Bentley drop topper Clubs on Luda, drinks on Chaka Ima mash that woman, smash that woman Jump, shot, fake and pass that woman Over to Bobby V.and tell her to swallow he Oops, did I say that? Good oh, Golly V. 'Cause it's probably three 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 as hell, it's not Ludacris Who is this that got his pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like, like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's Mah whip flash, you my catch whip glass When ya boy dip past, man, ain't none of y'all cold as me Mah chick lash, she ain't roll this past Watch that new six stash Why can't none of y'all roll like me? Don't get mad, blame mah momma dem Plus the Cadillac gangsta grill but don't call me drama then My flows listen to 'em, you mah final summit then Is a couple celebrity chicks, yeah, I'm with them I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama and she ready to go I'm like, like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama and she ready to go I'm like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
[Intro]
Its your boy chingy Representin the king G.I.B. git it boys Stop hatin' derrty And maybe you can get some in your life playa [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo [verse 1] Uhu 4 point 6, dodge in the dits Trunck full of brick, enought to build a house To give cat a fix, grand barry six I gave it to my bitch, but thats how it goes When a playa rich, On the mound i pitch, Call me mr. quick, In a fast lick (skert, skert) Whips, Flyin past grams Derrty i'm the man That ya don't understand Back in hand If the club wit me Pop a bottle wit me Niggaz got a problem Tell'em come get me The git it boys hurr And you know We from that 314, [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo See some cats don't understand How i got this and i got that Derrty i laid back Handle my business Don't bother nobody, don't be hatin and backstabin unlike you fake ass niggaz do [verse 2] Damn boy wounder A C3 hummer Got for the summer You won't want my number Don't need that skeka More friends niether Tramps want a dollar Thats why i holla Young donald trump Back on this grizzle Kick in it wit banner Down in mississippi Man i'm world wide Carryin a 4.5. Doin this for life Am i a pro Right 49 hundred Biggest street reppers Waters think they hot Bout as hot as peppers Better in my basement For you funky hoes Chingy ain't gettin it Trick gon buy some clothes [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo Haha Here i come man and ya probely sick of me I'm in your face all the time when you be sittin at home ?? G.I.B. [Verse 3] Screw Bill gates Chain and face Name in place In case of anger face Bing in the scoop Scale with the doop A bell with a coke Therd by the loab Off in my loaf Yall rappers think ya'll hard I know ya'll soft Its chingy Ya'll hoes act for me So i'm gone give it to'em Like ron jeromey Mo clarony Don't slide up Big cowerd behind me In da rolls ride up The sides so rough Its st. louis Fussed up grades Im bout to run for the ciminal of state [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
I am the flyest nigga around (yea) You know who it is Young smooth, jackpot, Chingaling The phantom 400 you can check the tags Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag Check my swag, check check my swag [x4] The phantom 400 you can check the tags Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags Get outta line with me partner I'm a 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 cause it get em so moist Navigation one button activated by a voice You can call me the king cause I got so many toys My favorite designer Louis Vaton I'm a shiner Cocky kinda true as a don big tymer Rocks will blind ya, yea I'm the bomb street grinder Cocked the niner now you folks now ya time up When I'm in LA missta chize I rub back ATL I'm adjustin' with 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 baby can I rub that I'm a 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 with me partner I'm a check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag Check my swag, check check my swag [x4] The phantom 400 you can check the tags Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag Check my swag, check check my swag [x4] 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 f**k them haters O you like Shenell 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 gunna make em some believers Juicy Couture I can see you in that too Never wear nothing twice everything brand new Keep your hair done shape right and nails nice Stay flawless in public if you wanna be my wife Them other brauds say but hey get them hoes But they just mad cause I don't sweat them hoes Cause 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 with me partner I'm a check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag Check my swag, check check my swag [x4] The phantom 400 you can check the tags Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Mannnn I Been Waiting On This Nigga And Waiting On This Nigga I Benn Waiting Since 2:00 Now It's 6:00 And He Still Not Here Is That That Nigga Yea That's That Nigga Ay Nigga Can I Get Out The Caryea Shit Yea I Just Came From My Baby Mama Brother Cousin House Wat Her Mama Was Cooking We Was Eating Oh I Can Can Understand Oh Snap Guess Who I Seen Over Thurr Who That Nigga Chingy And Them Get It Boys He Was Over Thurr Flossing Off At The Talking Bout How He Getting It And How He Had The First Spinners
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
He's Herre
Uh...Uh...Uh..He's herre...He's Herre...He's Herre He..is..herre..is he..really? (Chorus) Don't be scurred now Got it made now Come to lay it down He..is..herre Don't be scurred now Got it made now Just pray to God I don't get you (Verse 1 - Chingy) Back slap that ass Clap that ass Dropping body bags Glocks and mags Four blocks you fast Talk your trash (Drop you fast) Never jock a cat I will blast Shot is stacked Rock your hair Watch my mirror Stocking caps so I watch my style Cock and grab Open up shop and draft Quarter bags all of that Water lasts shorter halves Have ya comin back cause I'm fourth of stash Extort the hash Extort the wrath Cope the past Brought my mags Sort my cash on the docks Flock a hop Keep it in a proper spot Adopt a cop Rob a spot A lot of ice a cop or not Drop a pot Slide a lot Jackpot a lot Already got a lot of wine, but not in my ride, I'll stop (Chorus - 2X) We..are..dangerous He'll mangle us Who playing with us? And saying this stuff? And fuck with gangs and stuff? I aim to bust You straight up tough No thanks to us We're famous, duh A game I love To train my sluts To give brains and cuss Learn pain and plus Get tricks to claim the bust Think they nuts Slurp them up Hook or work them up Wake them up, break them up Taking crust shake them up Make it stuck in your twat Hit the streets, bend the blocks Sin or not, hit the daily spot Gin or scotch, top notch On my roster Mobster eating pasta Chop her in the closer, crack her like a lobster Have my ho to rob you Then dodge you Any ho need work? I got a job for you Go see the supplier Make like you a buyer Then buy slut, trick these fake playas Often what they say, you'll buy em up messiah Wait and bring it back to my empire Chingy keep these heffers on the strip and on fire Try her (Chorus - 4X) |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
He's Herre
Uh...Uh...Uh..He's herre...He's Herre...He's Herre He..is..herre..is he..really? (Chorus) Don't be scurred now Got it made now Come to lay it down He..is..herre Don't be scurred now Got it made now Just pray to God I don't get you (Verse 1 - Chingy) Back slap that ass Clap that ass Dropping body bags Glocks and mags Four blocks you fast Talk your trash (Drop you fast) Never jock a cat I will blast Shot is stacked Rock your hair Watch my mirror Stocking caps so I watch my style Cock and grab Open up shop and draft Quarter bags all of that Water lasts shorter halves Have ya comin back cause I'm fourth of stash Extort the hash Extort the wrath Cope the past Brought my mags Sort my cash on the docks Flock a hop Keep it in a proper spot Adopt a cop Rob a spot A lot of ice a cop or not Drop a pot Slide a lot Jackpot a lot Already got a lot of wine, but not in my ride, I'll stop (Chorus - 2X) We..are..dangerous He'll mangle us Who playing with us? And saying this stuff? And fuck with gangs and stuff? I aim to bust You straight up tough No thanks to us We're famous, duh A game I love To train my sluts To give brains and cuss Learn pain and plus Get tricks to claim the bust Think they nuts Slurp them up Hook or work them up Wake them up, break them up Taking crust shake them up Make it stuck in your twat Hit the streets, bend the blocks Sin or not, hit the daily spot Gin or scotch, top notch On my roster Mobster eating pasta Chop her in the closer, crack her like a lobster Have my ho to rob you Then dodge you Any ho need work? I got a job for you Go see the supplier Make like you a buyer Then buy slut, trick these fake playas Often what they say, you'll buy em up messiah Wait and bring it back to my empire Chingy keep these heffers on the strip and on fire Try her (Chorus - 4X) |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bomb ass pussy Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy [Chorus: Snoop] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Chorus: Chingy] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Verse 1: Chingy] Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet look like he in the game and must be winning To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup" I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?" "Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling" Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things Busted in, Henny bottle to the face! F**k it then, feel like my head a toxic waste There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit) What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 2: Chingy] Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?" Man know what get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?" Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, let the party begin, bitch Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends Meet me at the Holidae In Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP Oh wee, and light that sticky icky And we gone do the damn thing Now what I'm talking bout We gon' disturb the peace right now Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin We chillin' and nuttin' Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin' You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you |
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from Chingy - Holidae In [single] (2003)
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bomb ass pussy Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy [Chorus: Snoop] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Chorus: Chingy] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Verse 1: Chingy] Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet look like he in the game and must be winning To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup" I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?" "Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling" Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things Busted in, Henny bottle to the face! F**k it then, feel like my head a toxic waste There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit) What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 2: Chingy] Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?" Man know what get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?" Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, let the party begin, bitch Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends Meet me at the Holidae In Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP Oh wee, and light that sticky icky And we gone do the damn thing Now what I'm talking bout We gon' disturb the peace right now Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin We chillin' and nuttin' Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin' You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bomb ass pussy Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy [Chorus: Snoop] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Chorus: Chingy] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Verse 1: Chingy] Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet look like he in the game and must be winning To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup" I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?" "Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling" Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things Busted in, Henny bottle to the face! F**k it then, feel like my head a toxic waste There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit) What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 2: Chingy] Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?" Man know what get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?" Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, let the party begin, bitch Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends Meet me at the Holidae In Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP Oh wee, and light that sticky icky And we gone do the damn thing Now what I'm talking bout We gon' disturb the peace right now Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin We chillin' and nuttin' Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin' You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bomb ass pussy Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy [Chorus: Snoop] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Chorus: Chingy] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Verse 1: Chingy] Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet look like he in the game and must be winning To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup" I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?" "Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling" Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things Busted in, Henny bottle to the face! F**k it then, feel like my head a toxic waste There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit) What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 2: Chingy] Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?" Man know what get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?" Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, let the party begin, bitch Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends Meet me at the Holidae In Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP Oh wee, and light that sticky icky And we gone do the damn thing Now what I'm talking bout We gon' disturb the peace right now Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin We chillin' and nuttin' Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin' You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bomb ass pussy Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy [Chorus: Snoop] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Chorus: Chingy] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae Inn (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin [Verse 1: Chingy] Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet look like he in the game and must be winning To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup" I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?" "Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling" Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things Busted in, Henny bottle to the face! F**k it then, feel like my head a toxic waste There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit) What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 2: Chingy] Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?" Man know what get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?" Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In [Chorus: Snoop + Chingy] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, let the party begin, bitch Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends Meet me at the Holidae In Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP Oh wee, and light that sticky icky And we gone do the damn thing Now what I'm talking bout We gon' disturb the peace right now Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin We chillin' and nuttin' Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin' You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you |
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from Chingy - Holidae Inn [Clean Version] [single] (2004)
(feat. Ludacris and Snoop Dogg)
(Intro: Snoop Dogg) Bomb ass pussy Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy (Chorus: Snoop) + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin (Chorus: Chingy) + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin (Verse 1: Chingy) Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on highway 270 needin' Natural Bridge Road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a get blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet look like he in the game and must be winning To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup" I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?" "Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling" Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things Busted in, Henny bottle to the face! Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit) What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit (Chorus: Snoop + Chingy) (Verse 2: Chingy) Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?" Man know what get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?" Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still wild'n Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island (Chorus: Snoop + Chingy) (Verse 3: Ludacris) Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In (Chorus: Snoop + Chingy) (Outro: Snoop Dogg) Yeah, let the party begin, bitch Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends Meet me at the Holidae In Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP Oh wee, and light that sticky icky And we gone do the damn thing Now what I'm talking bout We gon' disturb the peace right now Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin We chillin' and nuttin' Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin' You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
Either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what's going on in the hood. Uh Uh, yeah, uh yeah yeah this your boy chingaling man, need to talk to the world real quick, talk to em man, you know we got a lot of problems going on in the inner city, in the ghetto, in the hood, they ain't hearin you, ain't nobody touchin on, democrats, republicans, all those folks, you know they don't care what's going on in the ghetto anyway. Errday I wake up with a regular mentality, but I'm a target on the street and that's just reality, cats in the ghetto ain't never had a high salary, except makin deals and selling blow in the alley, see the system was made for us to fail, look at the jails, overpopulated with mexicans and young black males, I ain't tellin the tale, so we choose heaven or hell, don't care about letters from school, we'd rather get street mail, I been a witness to some murders snitchin I do without it, but then I wonder why the damn police don't do nothing about it, go to the unemployment office, hell yeah it's crowded, our hoods takin wrong turns now it's time to reroute it, I know a lil dude 13, carry a burner dropped out of school, teacher said he wasn't a fast learner, sometimes I wonder in 20 years I wonder where we gon be, when I say we, I mean my black community, ya digg. They don't know, how it feels to hurt so long, cause they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through. Pardon my french but I don't think we ready for a lady president, it's evident that it's a mans world so that's irrelevant, the system think we all niggas and we not intellegent, but martin luther and malcolm taught me before I'm heavensent, the girls havin kids and they still some kids, poppin them out one after another like that's what it is, it's innocent cats doin bizz, they just tryin to life, and the police don't even know if the crime they did, it's got my brain in a twist, so I'm twistin a; eaf, on my balcony smokin and drinkin trying to see some relief, if I can change our neighborhoods I would, put that on me, this world messed up, and that stevie wonder can see, so to my dogs locked down set ya mind free, cause you and I don't even believe you can get your degree, sometimes I wonder in 20 years where we gon be, and when I say we I mean my black community, let's go. They don't know, how it feels to hurt so long, cause they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through. I twist the cap off the bottle, take a sip and see tomorrow, like pac, wash away the sorrow while police hit the block, I be up all night, askin god for the truth, he told me thinking translated in my own words in the booth, try to reach the youth, cause that's what matters today, I'm ain't too religious but I get on my knees and pray, sometimes I wonder in 20 years where we gon be, I ain't gotta wonder no more, my people rollin with me, yeah. They don't know, how it feels to hurt so long, cause they never walked in these shoes, and they never had to cry these blues, how many men, turn their back on us so long, always say what they gon do, but they never seem to come through. Yeah, they'll never come through wo oh oh, they don't know about this thing |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Chingy track stars (how many rides you got Dirty?)
Well I got a caprice on 24's I got a range rover with spinners I got a impala with beat lets go [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away all my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do Kno this might be a single when I walk my chains on so they might jingle when she Give me brain zone aint a hater bo wurr my crew so Famous and cant go no where in the Lou u name from Mall to the gas station them people be waitin To see me hop in something hatin on them dudes Through skatin (errrrt) runnin it like walter Payton And tell u im so blatin f**k em the paper im savin In my bank account is amazing I ratin my self on Twenties and takin my self on twenties And doin this show for twenty and holla At tit and twenties and about money I gots to make and stack a couple hundred Mill and take myself a break. [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] Yo peace to Ence locked up I gotta sell it that caprice in my yard and lou it Dropped top graphics man its hard custom Made interior dirty it the shit ratin spiners spokes 24's On it yep yep got a TV in the sterrin wheel like luda and if u Run up on me look dirty ill shoot ya tip one on my customized Pates slidin a lot of bottles don't never some fake I bout to hit Lillian just Past Claxton if and where the piece that's better than Toni braxton hater rite to whip a few them folk the Teams bump I got them three amps and woofers in my trunk yea I kno U money hungry hoes wanna roll trick u kno I ride nuttin less than them dubs. [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] Get down But I don't Break it down trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do 300 hemi looking good Range sittin on them thangs looking good 100 pounds around my neck looking good Cowards tryin to run Up I wish u would I roll with nuttin but ballers on 26's With them chrome less rims get on the truck Get them heffers hypnotized quick Candy color paint makin them chicks faint. In theres bras on my truck every time im steppin into my whip O.G. boo's we risk money makin u fools sick us slingin There my dirtsy flingin some hoes bricks I don't give a Damn if u don't give a damn im ma stunt im gunna Gloss till coward kno who I am cars, clothes, money, ice, Straps, clips, hoes, dykes, Magnums, freaks, house, pikes, 1.5 life [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
Chingy track stars (how many rides you got Dirty?)
Well I got a caprice on 24's I got a range rover with spinners I got a impala with beat lets go [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away all my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do Kno this might be a single when I walk my chains on so they might jingle when she Give me brain zone aint a hater bo wurr my crew so Famous and cant go no where in the Lou u name from Mall to the gas station them people be waitin To see me hop in something hatin on them dudes Through skatin (errrrt) runnin it like walter Payton And tell u im so blatin f**k em the paper im savin In my bank account is amazing I ratin my self on Twenties and takin my self on twenties And doin this show for twenty and holla At tit and twenties and about money I gots to make and stack a couple hundred Mill and take myself a break. [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] Yo peace to Ence locked up I gotta sell it that caprice in my yard and lou it Dropped top graphics man its hard custom Made interior dirty it the shit ratin spiners spokes 24's On it yep yep got a TV in the sterrin wheel like luda and if u Run up on me look dirty ill shoot ya tip one on my customized Pates slidin a lot of bottles don't never some fake I bout to hit Lillian just Past Claxton if and where the piece that's better than Toni braxton hater rite to whip a few them folk the Teams bump I got them three amps and woofers in my trunk yea I kno U money hungry hoes wanna roll trick u kno I ride nuttin less than them dubs. [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] Get down But I don't Break it down trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do 300 hemi looking good Range sittin on them thangs looking good 100 pounds around my neck looking good Cowards tryin to run Up I wish u would I roll with nuttin but ballers on 26's With them chrome less rims get on the truck Get them heffers hypnotized quick Candy color paint makin them chicks faint. In theres bras on my truck every time im steppin into my whip O.G. boo's we risk money makin u fools sick us slingin There my dirtsy flingin some hoes bricks I don't give a Damn if u don't give a damn im ma stunt im gunna Gloss till coward kno who I am cars, clothes, money, ice, Straps, clips, hoes, dykes, Magnums, freaks, house, pikes, 1.5 life [Chorus:] I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2] |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
hey whats up with the ladies and gentlemen this evening ya dig.
I'm jackpot the pimp steppin in for a minute screamin at ya'll ya dig. The one that taught the mack how to mack and the one that taught supafly how to flap his motherfuckin wings. Yes in the flesh its me jackpot the motherfuckin pimp. I see some of you players got you hoes walkin around and they movin too motherfuckin slow. The bitch must got bricks on her motherfuckin feet. Well check this out nigga. If you got a crease in your motherfuckin shoes well your walkin too much and you ain't no real pimp. Man look I got hoes who drive me around in a deville lac with the motherfuckin wheel on the back and bitch I'm kickin my gators off with my feet on a mink motherfuckin rug ya understand. And you got to understand this pimpin is real, ya dig. Nigga I eat sleep and breathe pussy motherfucker. Fuck the stock market I'm down with the cock market ya dig it. Niggas talkin about it's a drought. Nigga it aint no drought I'm bringin them hoes in and I'm bringin them hoes out. Bitch you need to be all you can be but this aint the us navy bitch this the us pay me. I got 22 bitches coast to coast bring me 10 cent a mother fuckin week. Lets do the math that's 10 g's times 52 that's over half a million dollars a year. Bitch come here |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[Chingy]
Whats up yall? Its Chingy slot-a-lot in tha house We got Jackpot the pimp in the back.(Hey wats up young playas?) We came here today, to address a certain issue, that all you young playas need to kno about for real. [Chorus] Juice these hoes (what?), Juice these hoes (say it!) All my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on) Juice these hoes (what?), Juice these hoes (say it!) All my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (you tell her) Trick get back (uh) Trick get back (you tell her) Trick get back, For ya ass get smacked (you tell her) Trick get back (what) Trick get back (you tell her) Trick get back, For ya head get cracked [Verse 1] You can't fool me hoe With that movie star role Take yo ass to the store Or get a job and blow Why should i love ya? Why should i kiss ya? Gang of cats banged ya Dats why i diss ya Imma paint a picture Didn't dem gang hit ya Now you want me to play suga daddy off fit ya Crazy as a mental patient in a wheelchurr (a wheelchurr) Take that weave out and go get some real hurr (some real hurr) Lets play truth of durr (truth of durr) Is it true that you gave head in tha phone booth Girl that shit ain't cute, but aww you don't curr When i'm out i see you shurr I don't wanna fuck i wanna get in them pockets by reverse psychology Ain't too furr I claim hip My set ya strip I check my grip Trick, send out them lips and them hips Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] [Verse 2] Done wit that depressiments Young minded aggresive shit Cats seein to touch her clit Really don't kno who you messin wit Yall this ain't no sexual shit Huh disrepectful bitch Take a look at my neck-a-lace Betta than what you get up for breakfast You can let them passers hit Till you reach my measurments Neva dealt wit pressure pimp Advertizing don't neva simp Girls talk Doods do it I ain't herre to impress a chick My lesson is neva sweat a chick Put 'em up first like leadament Im a better rich She betta then Girl lets freak than exit chick She like to be rubbed with paniten Talk what she like and get a answer Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] [Verse 3] They did us so many times i gotta do these hoes Quit lookin at me all funny i don't curr if you these hoes This is how i view these hoes Came to chose these hoes Use these hoes for what they worth then lose these hoes They filled with two piece hoes I know that you O's In my check book and my net is usually froze I like a groupie hoe Just come to me show Hit and run wit out child support Now sue me hoe, cos Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (Edited) (2003)
[Chingy]
Whats up yall? Its Chingy slot-a-lot in tha house We got Jackpot the pimp in the back.(Hey wats up young playas?) We came here today, to address a certain issue, that all you young playas need to kno about for real. [Chorus] Juice these hoes (what?), Juice these hoes (say it!) All my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (come on) Juice these hoes (what?), Juice these hoes (say it!) All my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes (you tell her) Trick get back (uh) Trick get back (you tell her) Trick get back, For ya ass get smacked (you tell her) Trick get back (what) Trick get back (you tell her) Trick get back, For ya head get cracked [Verse 1] You can't fool me hoe With that movie star role Take yo ass to the store Or get a job and blow Why should i love ya? Why should i kiss ya? Gang of cats banged ya Dats why i diss ya Imma paint a picture Didn't dem gang hit ya Now you want me to play suga daddy off fit ya Crazy as a mental patient in a wheelchurr (a wheelchurr) Take that weave out and go get some real hurr (some real hurr) Lets play truth of durr (truth of durr) Is it true that you gave head in tha phone booth Girl that shit ain't cute, but aww you don't curr When i'm out i see you shurr I don't wanna fuck i wanna get in them pockets by reverse psychology Ain't too furr I claim hip My set ya strip I check my grip Trick, send out them lips and them hips Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] [Verse 2] Done wit that depressiments Young minded aggresive shit Cats seein to touch her clit Really don't kno who you messin wit Yall this ain't no sexual shit Huh disrepectful bitch Take a look at my neck-a-lace Betta than what you get up for breakfast You can let them passers hit Till you reach my measurments Neva dealt wit pressure pimp Advertizing don't neva simp Girls talk Doods do it I ain't herre to impress a chick My lesson is neva sweat a chick Put 'em up first like leadament Im a better rich She betta then Girl lets freak than exit chick She like to be rubbed with paniten Talk what she like and get a answer Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] [Verse 3] They did us so many times i gotta do these hoes Quit lookin at me all funny i don't curr if you these hoes This is how i view these hoes Came to chose these hoes Use these hoes for what they worth then lose these hoes They filled with two piece hoes I know that you O's In my check book and my net is usually froze I like a groupie hoe Just come to me show Hit and run wit out child support Now sue me hoe, cos Hoe you can't get a dolla from me (not one dolla) A playa is yo man to be (dats me) You are the weakest link girl you out on e (go on bout ya business) All my cats won't ya sing it with me [Chorus] |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
Intro
My high hat connected to the snur drum And my snur drum connected to the kick drum And my kick drum connected to the beat drum And my beat drum connected to the bass Bridge Imma see you when i see you when im riden through the hood And if i dont say nothin homie know its all good Cause my speaker steady bumpin and my trunk beat thumpin Got a pocket full of dough and your whole block jumpin Chorus (x 2) I need my high hat I need my kick drum I need my ten stacks Now mumma get some I make ur body rock Into the bass drum Them 808's not In with the snur drum Outro (x 2) High hat Kick drum Ten stacks Now mumma get some I make ur body rock Into the bass drum Them 808's not In with the snur drum |
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