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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 - 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 - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
Intro
My high hat connected to the snur drum And my snur drum connected to the kick drum And my kick drum connected to the beat drum And my beat drum connected to the bass Bridge Imma see you when i see you when im riden through the hood And if i dont say nothin homie know its all good Cause my speaker steady bumpin and my trunk beat thumpin Got a pocket full of dough and your whole block jumpin Chorus (x 2) I need my high hat I need my kick drum I need my ten stacks Now mumma get some I make ur body rock Into the bass drum Them 808's not In with the snur drum Outro (x 2) High hat Kick drum Ten stacks Now mumma get some I make ur body rock Into the bass drum Them 808's not In with the snur drum |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
Without great grandmother theres no me
Without grandmama theres no me Without ma momma theres no me Dem ladies made our family tree Because i love dem all da same And think of em all da same Need sumthin juss ask i got it covered aint no thang Ma autn jenni works hard and i appreciate that So threw this song ima give my appreciation back Remember a long time ago i would be down in da basement rappin Shed stomp on da floor n say quit all dat damn snappin She aint no 20 years from den datz wats makin all dis happen She aint no at ma shows 50,000 ppl clappin Plus i wish i culda seen her face wen i bought dat pad Dat waz juss a cool thank you gift from ur growner lad You a (lovely lady) and thats y im praisin yahh existence Her n howard always tought me 2 make wise decisions Ya we gon make it through i dedicate this to u Culd have had any mother but 4 goodness sakes its u (chorus) See momma u ma (lovely lady) Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x Momma u my (lovely lady) Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x Grandmomma u ma (lovely lady) Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x Lil sista u ma (lovely lady) Yall all my (lovely gurls)3x Plus my 2 grammys like ma mammies I no sumtimes dey dont understand me But 1 day just like dem billboards ima bring home a grammy C ma momma momma big momma we kept er in sum drama Couple bad ass grandsons walkin round wit llamas She wuld fuss at us tell us right tho we aint know no betta So leave 4 it to u ma appreciation letta Ruth baby i aint forget yahh Wen im gone im still wit yahh I love comin by ur house n seein all ma posta pictures Dey make me feel so special wen da world all on my back U da loveliest lady write it down cause thats a fact No sumtimes u want me 2 go 2 church i say i mite Even if i dont u tell me keep god in my life And i still got dem prayin hands on dat quarter i gave yahh A men 2 god but sumtimes i feel like u ma savior We gon make it thru Dedicate dis 2 u Culd have ne grandmomma 4 goodness sakes it u (chorus) Now dez 2 women in my life i gotta treat right We handle business durin da day n we party at night C ma 2 sistas i love yahh but neva put nuthin above yahh U suffa i suffa u goin threw it den we gon struggle Candace she da youngest dezineeya da oldest Heather need sumbody 2 talk 2 i got er shulda But if i got it u got it juss like i always told yahh U aint neva gotta have a man 2 do 4 yahh im ur soldia (chorus) |
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from Chingy - Hate It Or Love It (2007)
I know you thinking this song is gonna be about
All the problems in my life All my pain and sorrow All the shit i been thru In the time i been living in this earth, fucked up earth Well im sorry to let you know that it aint Haha Cool ll j what up yea this your boy chingy man Straight fromn the low All the way to miami We doing it big baby Now loets go |
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from Chingy - 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 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 - 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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[Chorus:]
Throw it to me baby, I'm a runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? x2 Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. [Verse:] Hat cocked hard headed from tha bad block Reds flocked i'm star studded like my shamrock Off top when I drop them bras need to pop I told her dont stop man have you seen her pop? God damn she hit the fan cant catch her dirty I can, cause im the man, I am I dont slow dance I 2 step Tryin to chill n post up but dat Grey Goose crept Up on me now lil mama lookin like she want this Once I am up to bat when I hit I dont miss And maybe u can leave wit me And dont worry about nothin a couple of gs wit me (Now let me see you) [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. Its too many niggas and not enough hoe's Soon as I come through tha door Them heffers pullin on my clothes White t, crispy nikes wit some red and blue girbauds Hustle a piece of game and dont be mad cuz she chose Ching a ling, stay on tha scene Ring diamonds in my pinky ring You know they mean Brush my shoulders off I stay clean, look how I gleam Keep a gang of chickens on my team, ya know wat I mean? You a jazzy girl, its your world Im just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel Better yet i tell ya what, ima give yo ass a referal Come to my office in tha back and gon get it girl [Break] Shake it twist it, Twish it shake it You got a fine body, why dont u back dat thing up Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up If you throw it my way ima snatch dat thing up Once I beat it up dem docs gon have to patch dat thing up Yeah, I bet ya never met a playa like me Tryin to get in dem pants I might be Pass it to be like im Bousier Let me ram it until I bring that ass to a closer [Chorus] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2] Bounce dat ass hoe [x8] Shake it twist it. Twist it shake it. |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Yes,
Hey yo, what up This one for all my homeboys across the world, right, been through some shit. I know you've all had a lot on your mind, man. Had a lot of struggles you went through in your life. Keep your head up dirty. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) See the star was born. Don't think nobody notice. Goin' through these trials and tribulations kept me on focus. Tried to do a 9-5, but where's the money? Coming to work damn near bumming, people thinkin' it's funny (haha). I'm fed up. Plus my homies sellin' crack doin good. Now I'm thinking fuck doing it legal bring it back to the hood. Man it's hell, you see, wasn't no woman there for me. I ain't got shit but a dream, that's why they chose to ignore me. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Hey Now I'm on the block pumping rocks toting blocks. Grand-mama on my head, I'm ducking and dodging the cops. All cuz I'm trying to make a living (living). Consequences of that: end up dead or in prison, ain't shit given. I done struggled too long not to floss and get on. Imma get it with the double, if not the microphone.I'm headstrong plus I'm out for those dead presidents. And the government ain't doing shit for my residence. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) It's been a long time coming (yeah we struggled) It's been a bumpy ride (but we gonna make it) So these wheels will keep on turning (say what) till the day I die (ride with me fo a minute yall). [x2] Chuch Now my homies busted and getting shot at it's getting serious. Plus I'm praying but they breaking down in tears. See now that I'm on, people think money make you proud. But I've been struggling trying to come up since I was a child. Who are you to judge me for my sins and what I did wrong. I'm trying to live don't my mama singing a sad song. They say look out for your family and so I try to shurr. Look Tommy I miss you but I'll see you when I get thurr. Chorus 1: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess... I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Chorus 2: I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left. but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door say what I'm like a Cadillac door say what Hey, I'm dedicating this song to everybody that lost a loved one, to the people in 9-11, hurricane katrina, all the folks that lost folks that they care about, and if you down yourself, you got somebody that's down, you tryin to bring they spirits up, this for yall man. I know you can relate to my pain so just feel your boy ching-a-ling man I do this for all yall. Chuch. |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
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)
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 - 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 - 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 - Hoodstar (2006)
Yea?Let me
This that Pro Player Music Right hurr man For the playas dirty Let me You aint even gotta say nothing to a girl You aint even gotta approach her She just gonna give it to ya This aint for you rookies though Aim for your best Get it (Chorus: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in I bumped in to this chick Light skin and 5'6" Thick as a brick Nice stomach with some wide hips Approached her like what's good baby? You seem hood baby Maybe we could hook up oh yea we should baby She asked my name I laugh and flash my chain I can't stop staring Damn she got ass and thangs We can forget about the club and go to my crib The finer things in life, that's how I live I told her think about it, take a second, then tell me She said aint nothing to think about (ha ha) Ya smell me She got close and??.. And almost overdosed I stays fly ya know ya know (Chorus: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in (Chingy:) We on the way to my house Know what Im thinking about Pop some Jodecy in That'll get her wet, no doubt Look like you been needing a friend To please, ya heard me With that gangsta love, girl come ride with a G Rolled up some of that sticky Since she like to smoke Did a 100 to the pad, had to stash the toast Pulled into the driveway Hopped out and opened the door Ya'll might think that's weak But all the real playas know Got inside, said she's cold So I turned the heat on Persian rug on the floor To wipe ya feet on And in 15 minutes, head boss gonna get beat on She aint got no man, Aint got no woman, Who there to cheat on? Can I get it? (Chorus: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in (This is how it went down?) (Chingy:) We in my bedroom She ask, can I take a shower Hell yea, there go the soap, lotion and baby powder She got undressed in front of me She must been reading my mind Glad I aint buying This something you'd want to see Instantly, I snuck in Then she told me, get in I grabbed to glasses and a bottle of that Seagrams Gin So we got in the Ja'causezi Cause its more relaxing Call me Mr. Miyabi Cause that ass I'm gonna be waxing She got a little tipsy Then started feeling on me Then start feeling on herself Yep, its going down homey Next thing I know, She went down...I got blessed Then she got on top and let it drop You know the rest (Chorus x2: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Yea?Let me
This that Pro Player Music Right hurr man For the playas dirty Let me You aint even gotta say nothing to a girl You aint even gotta approach her She just gonna give it to ya This aint for you rookies though Aim for your best Get it (Chorus: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in I bumped in to this chick Light skin and 5'6" Thick as a brick Nice stomach with some wide hips Approached her like what's good baby? You seem hood baby Maybe we could hook up oh yea we should baby She asked my name I laugh and flash my chain I can't stop staring Damn she got ass and thangs We can forget about the club and go to my crib The finer things in life, that's how I live I told her think about it, take a second, then tell me She said aint nothing to think about (ha ha) Ya smell me She got close and??.. And almost overdosed I stays fly ya know ya know (Chorus: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in (Chingy:) We on the way to my house Know what Im thinking about Pop some Jodecy in That'll get her wet, no doubt Look like you been needing a friend To please, ya heard me With that gangsta love, girl come ride with a G Rolled up some of that sticky Since she like to smoke Did a 100 to the pad, had to stash the toast Pulled into the driveway Hopped out and opened the door Ya'll might think that's weak But all the real playas know Got inside, said she's cold So I turned the heat on Persian rug on the floor To wipe ya feet on And in 15 minutes, head boss gonna get beat on She aint got no man, Aint got no woman, Who there to cheat on? Can I get it? (Chorus: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in (This is how it went down?) (Chingy:) We in my bedroom She ask, can I take a shower Hell yea, there go the soap, lotion and baby powder She got undressed in front of me She must been reading my mind Glad I aint buying This something you'd want to see Instantly, I snuck in Then she told me, get in I grabbed to glasses and a bottle of that Seagrams Gin So we got in the Ja'causezi Cause its more relaxing Call me Mr. Miyabi Cause that ass I'm gonna be waxing She got a little tipsy Then started feeling on me Then start feeling on herself Yep, its going down homey Next thing I know, She went down...I got blessed Then she got on top and let it drop You know the rest (Chorus x2: Girl) You can get this lovin Its nothing I think I got the something you wanting So when you leave the club and Come on in Private party's jumpin over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
(feat. Fatman Scoop)
Fatman Scoop what u say when u drunk in the club (hood up) and u deep in the club let me know (hood up) show me where u from if ya city's #1 (hood up hood up hood up....) Chingy lets ride then i drop the top you know ching a ling gon' make it hot let's ride girl i got it locked shut the club down when i hit the spot ain't no secret im doin it baby if i like what i see im pursuin it maybe but a nasty attitude that could ruin it lady if its all gravy hop in and (lets ride) and we can cruise a lil bit wild out and act like fools a lil bit my whip aint old girl this that new shit 2006 ya hear let's ride what u gigglin for? twist that thing and wiggle it more a couple big faces what u jiggle it for now close my door hold on (chorus) i know u like the ?? on the floor dont ya strip tease yeah i know you will won't ya other chicks mad cuz chingy flaunt ya and ya know i'm on ya if ya ready then (lets ride) ?? to this heard in the club if they move to this get ya party on and groove to this ay this that shit come on girl (lets ride) ya friends can come too tell em' bout a player that rep the Lou yeah i be here yup thats my crew now what yall wanna do hood up (chorus) err'body come and ride with me grab a glass pull some drink and blaze up them trees Fatman Scoop work ya body twist ya body work ya body twist ya body stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) work ya body twist ya body work ya body twist ya body stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) (chorus) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) get low now |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
(feat. Fatman Scoop)
Fatman Scoop what u say when u drunk in the club (hood up) and u deep in the club let me know (hood up) show me where u from if ya city's #1 (hood up hood up hood up....) Chingy lets ride then i drop the top you know ching a ling gon' make it hot let's ride girl i got it locked shut the club down when i hit the spot ain't no secret im doin it baby if i like what i see im pursuin it maybe but a nasty attitude that could ruin it lady if its all gravy hop in and (lets ride) and we can cruise a lil bit wild out and act like fools a lil bit my whip aint old girl this that new shit 2006 ya hear let's ride what u gigglin for? twist that thing and wiggle it more a couple big faces what u jiggle it for now close my door hold on (chorus) i know u like the ?? on the floor dont ya strip tease yeah i know you will won't ya other chicks mad cuz chingy flaunt ya and ya know i'm on ya if ya ready then (lets ride) ?? to this heard in the club if they move to this get ya party on and groove to this ay this that shit come on girl (lets ride) ya friends can come too tell em' bout a player that rep the Lou yeah i be here yup thats my crew now what yall wanna do hood up (chorus) err'body come and ride with me grab a glass pull some drink and blaze up them trees Fatman Scoop work ya body twist ya body work ya body twist ya body stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) work ya body twist ya body work ya body twist ya body stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) (chorus) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) get low now |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
(feat. Fatman Scoop)
Fatman Scoop what u say when u drunk in the club (hood up) and u deep in the club let me know (hood up) show me where u from if ya city's #1 (hood up hood up hood up....) Chingy lets ride then i drop the top you know ching a ling gon' make it hot let's ride girl i got it locked shut the club down when i hit the spot ain't no secret im doin it baby if i like what i see im pursuin it maybe but a nasty attitude that could ruin it lady if its all gravy hop in and (lets ride) and we can cruise a lil bit wild out and act like fools a lil bit my whip aint old girl this that new shit 2006 ya hear let's ride what u gigglin for? twist that thing and wiggle it more a couple big faces what u jiggle it for now close my door hold on (chorus) i know u like the ?? on the floor dont ya strip tease yeah i know you will won't ya other chicks mad cuz chingy flaunt ya and ya know i'm on ya if ya ready then (lets ride) ?? to this heard in the club if they move to this get ya party on and groove to this ay this that shit come on girl (lets ride) ya friends can come too tell em' bout a player that rep the Lou yeah i be here yup thats my crew now what yall wanna do hood up (chorus) err'body come and ride with me grab a glass pull some drink and blaze up them trees Fatman Scoop work ya body twist ya body work ya body twist ya body stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) work ya body twist ya body work ya body twist ya body stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) stickshift (work ma) (chorus) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) sit down (on the ground) get low now |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[J/Weav singing]
yeah yeah, DTP, how we do, call you, you can call me Whatever you want to do baby, come on [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] It was weird how we met, hugh? She was with her mom at Bank of America With my son cashin a check so I asked out of respect, uh Would she like to explore the world of I we can fly in my jet Her reply was yes (Can I ask you something?) I seen it in her eye Moma looking like all I wanted was sex Then moved to the next (That aint true) But it was something about his girls style that make me feel no regrets We started off casual walks threw the park Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinking smart Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, clutch and be up But baby I aint on that stuff Dropped her off and told her call me up (ring noise) We could talk, conversate about ??? whatevers starts So I zoomed off (car noise) Looking bottom off my phone rang It was her in the shower (what did she say?) She said I couldn't do without you Then I say [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] Yo yo The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball Here she come with her friends they posted up on the wall Now I'm showin off, tryin to dunk, tryin to dribble Break fast threw the middle just to see her smile and giggle Game over I approached her with a kiss on the cheek The homeboys looking at me saying Lil Howard you weak But you know how that go, what I got they want What I got I flaunt, never mess with it please don't Told her I'm goin home she asked can she go too I'm like yeah boo, I can't see me without you Got thurr I took a shower, jumped out she in the bed With a see-threw thong on looked at her and I said [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] Girl recognize game before game recognize you You dealin with a playa, true, now what you wanna do We can kick it and go puff on a blunt Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of henn and we can get drunk Its up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know Cause if you got a attitude then I could treat you just like a ho If ya rollin with me baby hop in its enough room We can gaze at the stars and shine like the moon Give me a chance to show ya and a chance to know ya Just be true and theres nothing I wont do for ya Some women like to play it foul but them the kind I put in a place like a child don't worry be happy and smile [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x4 [J/Weav singing] DTP, ha, how we do, ha, give me call, if you wanna ball, you know what it is |
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[J/Weav singing]
yeah yeah, DTP, how we do, call you, you can call me Whatever you want to do baby, come on [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] It was weird how we met, hugh? She was with her mom at Bank of America With my son cashin a check so I asked out of respect, uh Would she like to explore the world of I we can fly in my jet Her reply was yes (Can I ask you something?) I seen it in her eye Moma looking like all I wanted was sex Then moved to the next (That aint true) But it was something about his girls style that make me feel no regrets We started off casual walks threw the park Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinking smart Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, clutch and be up But baby I aint on that stuff Dropped her off and told her call me up (ring noise) We could talk, conversate about ??? whatevers starts So I zoomed off (car noise) Looking bottom off my phone rang It was her in the shower (what did she say?) She said I couldn't do without you Then I say [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] Yo yo The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball Here she come with her friends they posted up on the wall Now I'm showin off, tryin to dunk, tryin to dribble Break fast threw the middle just to see her smile and giggle Game over I approached her with a kiss on the cheek The homeboys looking at me saying Lil Howard you weak But you know how that go, what I got they want What I got I flaunt, never mess with it please don't Told her I'm goin home she asked can she go too I'm like yeah boo, I can't see me without you Got thurr I took a shower, jumped out she in the bed With a see-threw thong on looked at her and I said [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2 [Chingy] Girl recognize game before game recognize you You dealin with a playa, true, now what you wanna do We can kick it and go puff on a blunt Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of henn and we can get drunk Its up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know Cause if you got a attitude then I could treat you just like a ho If ya rollin with me baby hop in its enough room We can gaze at the stars and shine like the moon Give me a chance to show ya and a chance to know ya Just be true and theres nothing I wont do for ya Some women like to play it foul but them the kind I put in a place like a child don't worry be happy and smile [Chorus] J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby J/Weav: Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me I'm only one call away Chingy: You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x4 [J/Weav singing] DTP, ha, how we do, ha, give me call, if you wanna ball, you know what it is |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Every time I try to leave
Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be You were meant for me So that means we gotta make it work [Verse 1] It was all good at first, Spendin money, goin shoppin Eatin at the finest restaurants And different club hoppin She was right there with me bottle poppin livin that life She just didn't understand my lifestyle and that ain't like that We didn't have a worry in the world, got u diamonds got u pearls Cut can't help it if Chingy been attracting all the girls Baby I'm a superstar and that come wit it You got a good nigga on the side, u betta run wit it, Even though I'm on tha road doin shows, I make time for me n her, relationship to grow They tell me don't trust a woman in this industry But she not any woman, more like a sacred friend to me Plus, when I'm outta town, always think of her May conversate with some chicks, but no one come above her, (Uh)I thought i was your man Guess u ain't understand, N now I'm sittin herre, lookin crazy like Damnnn [Chorus] Every time I try to leave Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be, You were meant for me, So that means we gotta make it work [Verse 2] Walk in the house from hard work, my head hurts, Instead of arguin, can i have dinner with some dessert (uh uh) She talkin 'bout this phone number she found, Didnt give me time to put my bags down, She's straight up, clowned Before we end up fightin, let me leave, I'm exhausted and this here, I don't need Now I'm wit the fellas ridin n drinkin She's blowin my two way up but I need some time for thinkin (Yeah) I wanna go back, but something sayin naaaw let me Give her some space and the next day I might call What should I do Look, let me ask ya'll Should I stay and talk, or let this relationship fall I ain't down on what happened, my feelings crushed But it happens some time It's either love it or give it up I thought I was your man Guess u ain't understand N now I'm sittin' herre lookin crazy like Damnn [Chorus] Every time I try to leave Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be, You were meant for me, So that means we gotta make it work [Verse 3] All the fellas know u feel me, if u eva had a woman, Good times led to bad times n u ain't see it coming, Try the best to make her happy, But it wasn't enough, Cuz mamma told me in relationships the road gets rough N i don't wanna have my head down Weeping n stressed out As bad as it hurts i gotta move to the next route (Uh) I thought i was her man Guess she ain't understand N now she's sittin' herre lookin crazy like Damnn [Chorus] Every time I try to leave Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be, You were meant for me, So that means we gotta make it work |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
Every time I try to leave
Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be You were meant for me So that means we gotta make it work [Verse 1] It was all good at first, Spendin money, goin shoppin Eatin at the finest restaurants And different club hoppin She was right there with me bottle poppin livin that life She just didn't understand my lifestyle and that ain't like that We didn't have a worry in the world, got u diamonds got u pearls Cut can't help it if Chingy been attracting all the girls Baby I'm a superstar and that come wit it You got a good nigga on the side, u betta run wit it, Even though I'm on tha road doin shows, I make time for me n her, relationship to grow They tell me don't trust a woman in this industry But she not any woman, more like a sacred friend to me Plus, when I'm outta town, always think of her May conversate with some chicks, but no one come above her, (Uh)I thought i was your man Guess u ain't understand, N now I'm sittin herre, lookin crazy like Damnnn [Chorus] Every time I try to leave Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be, You were meant for me, So that means we gotta make it work [Verse 2] Walk in the house from hard work, my head hurts, Instead of arguin, can i have dinner with some dessert (uh uh) She talkin 'bout this phone number she found, Didnt give me time to put my bags down, She's straight up, clowned Before we end up fightin, let me leave, I'm exhausted and this here, I don't need Now I'm wit the fellas ridin n drinkin She's blowin my two way up but I need some time for thinkin (Yeah) I wanna go back, but something sayin naaaw let me Give her some space and the next day I might call What should I do Look, let me ask ya'll Should I stay and talk, or let this relationship fall I ain't down on what happened, my feelings crushed But it happens some time It's either love it or give it up I thought I was your man Guess u ain't understand N now I'm sittin' herre lookin crazy like Damnn [Chorus] Every time I try to leave Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be, You were meant for me, So that means we gotta make it work [Verse 3] All the fellas know u feel me, if u eva had a woman, Good times led to bad times n u ain't see it coming, Try the best to make her happy, But it wasn't enough, Cuz mamma told me in relationships the road gets rough N i don't wanna have my head down Weeping n stressed out As bad as it hurts i gotta move to the next route (Uh) I thought i was her man Guess she ain't understand N now she's sittin' herre lookin crazy like Damnn [Chorus] Every time I try to leave Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life Every time I try to go Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that Everything gon be alright Every time I try to leave Something keeps pullin me back, me back Telling me I need u in my life It was meant to be, You were meant for me, So that means we gotta make it work |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[Intro: Chingy]
Ah y'all we get it right herre this the remix Trackstars, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Disturbing Tha Peace, So So Def, Chingy, J.D (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Let's do it [Chorus: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 1: Chingy] Girl why you dat right thurr She so bad I'm constantly getting calls from da mayorr I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo' thurr curr Her man defendin' her like a lawyer so bewarre So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty that ain't fairr I wanna bet she got da bomb like a terrrorist She wit it I'll hit it though but I ain't thinking 'bout marrriage I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr Girl you know you looking good, good Ah don't I know you from da hood, hood You say you wouldn't when you would, would Now take it off you know you should, should, now twist around fo me! [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 2: Trina] Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre (Wanna starre) House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr (Furr) Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk I'ma flirt 'til it hurt in a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama rockin strings and Chanel Pearls Im back for my crown fake bitches bow down This the remix what you wanna do now? I know u like the way we do this over herre Get loose in da club like we just don't carre (Don't carre) [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri] I'm from the city wherre they do that right thurr the most Out-a-towners come around and straight over dose Where the hips sing to ya and swing like, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP Like you done walked into a B2K concert mannn Back out legs showin talkin like mann Who got the drink and where the party at tonight damn That's when they start that backing it up on ya homie and That's a feelin' you just can't fight We fired up off that Hypnotic and Hennessey She can't keep her motherfuckin' hands off me We both in the club high bouncing to the beat When she turn around this is what I told her [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Outro: Chingy] I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) Trackstars, ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do |
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from Chingy - Hoodstar (2006)
[Intro: Chingy]
Ah y'all we get it right herre this the remix Trackstars, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Disturbing Tha Peace, So So Def, Chingy, J.D (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Let's do it [Chorus: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 1: Chingy] Girl why you dat right thurr She so bad I'm constantly getting calls from da mayorr I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo' thurr curr Her man defendin' her like a lawyer so bewarre So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty that ain't fairr I wanna bet she got da bomb like a terrrorist She wit it I'll hit it though but I ain't thinking 'bout marrriage I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr Girl you know you looking good, good Ah don't I know you from da hood, hood You say you wouldn't when you would, would Now take it off you know you should, should, now twist around fo me! [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 2: Trina] Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre (Wanna starre) House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr (Furr) Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk I'ma flirt 'til it hurt in a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama rockin strings and Chanel Pearls Im back for my crown fake bitches bow down This the remix what you wanna do now? I know u like the way we do this over herre Get loose in da club like we just don't carre (Don't carre) [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri] I'm from the city wherre they do that right thurr the most Out-a-towners come around and straight over dose Where the hips sing to ya and swing like, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP Like you done walked into a B2K concert mannn Back out legs showin talkin like mann Who got the drink and where the party at tonight damn That's when they start that backing it up on ya homie and That's a feelin' you just can't fight We fired up off that Hypnotic and Hennessey She can't keep her motherfuckin' hands off me We both in the club high bouncing to the beat When she turn around this is what I told her [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Outro: Chingy] I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) Trackstars, ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do |
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from Robots (로봇) by John Powell [ost] (2005)
[Intro: Chingy]
Ah y'all we get it right herre this the remix Trackstars, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Disturbing Tha Peace, So So Def, Chingy, J.D (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Let's do it [Chorus: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 1: Chingy] Girl why you dat right thurr She so bad I'm constantly getting calls from da mayorr I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo' thurr curr Her man defendin' her like a lawyer so bewarre So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty that ain't fairr I wanna bet she got da bomb like a terrrorist She wit it I'll hit it though but I ain't thinking 'bout marrriage I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr Girl you know you looking good, good Ah don't I know you from da hood, hood You say you wouldn't when you would, would Now take it off you know you should, should, now twist around fo me! [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 2: Trina] Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre (Wanna starre) House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr (Furr) Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk I'ma flirt 'til it hurt in a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama rockin strings and Chanel Pearls Im back for my crown fake bitches bow down This the remix what you wanna do now? I know u like the way we do this over herre Get loose in da club like we just don't carre (Don't carre) [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri] I'm from the city wherre they do that right thurr the most Out-a-towners come around and straight over dose Where the hips sing to ya and swing like, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP Like you done walked into a B2K concert mannn Back out legs showin talkin like mann Who got the drink and where the party at tonight damn That's when they start that backing it up on ya homie and That's a feelin' you just can't fight We fired up off that Hypnotic and Hennessey She can't keep her motherfuckin' hands off me We both in the club high bouncing to the beat When she turn around this is what I told her [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Outro: Chingy] I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) Trackstars, ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do |
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from Chingy - 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 - 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 - 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)
(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)
[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)
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 - 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 - Powerballin' (2004)
[Intro]
Its your boy chingy Representin the king G.I.B. git it boys Stop hatin' derrty And maybe you can get some in your life playa [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo [verse 1] Uhu 4 point 6, dodge in the dits Trunck full of brick, enought to build a house To give cat a fix, grand barry six I gave it to my bitch, but thats how it goes When a playa rich, On the mound i pitch, Call me mr. quick, In a fast lick (skert, skert) Whips, Flyin past grams Derrty i'm the man That ya don't understand Back in hand If the club wit me Pop a bottle wit me Niggaz got a problem Tell'em come get me The git it boys hurr And you know We from that 314, [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo See some cats don't understand How i got this and i got that Derrty i laid back Handle my business Don't bother nobody, don't be hatin and backstabin unlike you fake ass niggaz do [verse 2] Damn boy wounder A C3 hummer Got for the summer You won't want my number Don't need that skeka More friends niether Tramps want a dollar Thats why i holla Young donald trump Back on this grizzle Kick in it wit banner Down in mississippi Man i'm world wide Carryin a 4.5. Doin this for life Am i a pro Right 49 hundred Biggest street reppers Waters think they hot Bout as hot as peppers Better in my basement For you funky hoes Chingy ain't gettin it Trick gon buy some clothes [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo Haha Here i come man and ya probely sick of me I'm in your face all the time when you be sittin at home ?? G.I.B. [Verse 3] Screw Bill gates Chain and face Name in place In case of anger face Bing in the scoop Scale with the doop A bell with a coke Therd by the loab Off in my loaf Yall rappers think ya'll hard I know ya'll soft Its chingy Ya'll hoes act for me So i'm gone give it to'em Like ron jeromey Mo clarony Don't slide up Big cowerd behind me In da rolls ride up The sides so rough Its st. louis Fussed up grades Im bout to run for the ciminal of state [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up) But then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo |
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from Chingy - Powerballin' (2004)
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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