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Chingy - Fall′n

[Intro:]
Fall-N
Fall-N
Pussy nigga [x3]
Pussy niggas [x3]

[Chorus:]
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think′in the river don′t stop with the mens (?)
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think′in the river don′t stop with the mens (?)

[Verse One:]
Retaliation is a must
I′m keep′in the gutter broad
Anybody talk′in stuff – yeah I′m runnin up on ya
Banger (?) keep it by my side
Honey stacks don′t fold right (wtf?)
Cause I got them streets tied – pimp′in like I′m roll′in right
Yeah your walk′in on the corner better get my money right
Cause I know your feet hurt / How you gonna stay by my side?
If you ain′t gett′in it / I′m about to roll you right
Like a dodgy blunt (ho) – pick′in thrown off the side

[Chorus:]
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think′in the river don′t stop with the mens (?)
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think′in the river don′t stop with the mens (?)

(whoo – oo – oo)

[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:]
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think′in the river don′t stop with the mens (?)
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think′in the river don′t stop with the mens (?)

[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 x1]

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Chingy - Club Gettin′ Crowded

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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Chingy - Dice Game (Skit)

o shoot nigga shoot, dats a fo′,dats a fo′
you know dat aint gonna fo′, there you go you gonna fo wit a three
put six hundred down
money on the what? money on da what?
it′s all good
let up the muthafuckin′ yard
don′t talk about it, bet about it
aaahhh shut up nigga quit ridin′ my nutz
gonna do it right hurr, gonna do it right hurr
you want the seven, want the seven.
slide it out niggaz
3 hoes and a pimp
BIOTCH
Damn
shoot nigga, shoot
fuck dat I got a thousand
I gotta thousand nigga shoot
shut up nigga, shut up nigga
whateva nigga
I got the roll over ya muthafuckin ass,baby
3 hoes and a pimp,bitch
man, chingy gettin it
lets go

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Chingy - We Do

I do ride bently′s and coupes. But i dont give away all my looks ???????????? ride less than twenty
inches i wont.

But i do know this may be a single when i walk my chains on so it my jingle if she give me brainzz
on.
The haters know were my crew so famous that i cant go no wherin tha lou You name it the mall the gas
station dem people
be waiting to see me hop in sumin hating all the dudes to skating,
runnin it like walter paton until u fuked it its so blatent fuk the paper im savin my bank acount is
amazin.
im ratin my self a 20 im takin my self on 20′s im doin this show for 20 then holla at me this 20
about money
i gots ta make stack up a couple hundred mill then take my ass a break.

chorusx2

I gotta 75 caprice in my yard! a loui drop top raff kicks man its hard! custom made interior dirrty
its the
shit ratin spins n spokes 24s on it. yep gotta tv and steerin wheels like luda n if u run up on me
look dirrty
ill shoot ya
G.i.b 1 on my customized plates slide alot bottles dont never come fake.. im about to hit lillian
just past
clackston wippin with a peice thats better than tony brackston haters or right im with my few and
team bumps
i got the 3 amps and the woofers in my trunk yeyah i no u money hungry hoes wanna roll with trick u
no i ride
nothin less than them dubs.

chorusx2

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Chingy - Let′s Ride

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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Chingy - We Clubbin′

[Chingy]
Yeah, G.I.B.
Get it boys

[Chorus]
I don’t know what y’all about to do
But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin’
Quit complainin’ yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin’
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin’ fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin’
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin’.

[Chingy]
It’s a mess up with these fake ballers in their place
People comin’ out cause they heard I’m comin’ back like Mase,
Big body Benz plenty space, Hundred dollar big face
Watch her lick our waist, when we clubbin’
Get it girls got it locked
Get it boys in the spot
Take it off you gettin’ hot, cause we clubbin’
In my pocket got ‘em not
Representin’ Slot-A-Lot
Dirty you can get shot, when we clubbin’
Abrah Kadabrah then I appear in the back
Throwin’ it up with all the high rollers that pop crack
My lemon has studs no they not that
You paid fifty homie go and get your money back

[Chorus]
I don’t know what y’all about to do
But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin’
Quit complainin’ yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin’
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin’ fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin’
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin’.

[Chingy]
Rich Money got a bottle and he waitin’ to trip (g.i.b.)
Ol’ G posted with a blunt to his lip
Valdez on the floor two-steppin’ with his
Boozie already out thurr startin’ some shit
Get it Boy gang, S.T.L. set
Phantom car keys, leather Gucci vest
V.I.P. then somethin’ to eat
She leavin’ with me then hotel suite
Play it like a G, pimpin’ man I got to be
Five Million really aint a lot to me
Maybe pop your pee (?)
And move your F.O.’s and drop your knee
And put wurr I can see, cuz we clubbin’

[Chorus]
I don’t know what y’all about to do
But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin’
Quit complainin’ yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin’
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin’ fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin’
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin’.

[Chingy]
Headed to the next stop in my Rage Rover
Police pull me over, though they can’t stop me from clubbin’
Man you know I’m swervin’ wild
See your boy not sober
But I got it I’m a soldier and I’m still clubbin’
50 cars followin’ us
10 chicks swallowin’ us
Four five hallows bust (?) when we clubbin’
A big dog not a mutt
Keep starin’ hater what
I’m about to get this locked up, fuck, we clubbin’
Put your money wurr your mouth
West cost to the East, Mid-West to the South, out, they clubbin’
26’s on the hummer
Errday like it’s summer
Wait tripper take a number I’m still clubbin’

[Chorus]
I don’t know what y’all about to do
But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin’
Quit complainin’ yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin’
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin’ fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin’
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin’.

[Chingy]
Yeah, yeah
Keep clubbin’
Whoa, whoa
Keep clubbin’
Uh-huh, uh-huh
We clubbin’
Yes, yes
We clubbin’

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Chingy - He′s Herre

Uh...Uh...Uh..He′s here...He′s Here...He′s Here
He..is..here..is he..really?

[Chorus]
Don′t be scurred now
Got it made now
Come to lay it down
He..is..here

Don′t be scurred now
Got it made now
Just pray to God I don′t get you

[Verse 1 - Chingy]
Back slap that ass
Clap that ass
Dropping body bags
Glocks and mags
Four blocks you fast
Talk your trash (Drop you fast)
Never jock a cat
I will blast
Shot is stacked
Rock your hair
Watch my mirror
Stocking caps so I watch my style
Cock and grab
Open up shop and draft
Quarter bags all of that
Water lasts shorter halves
Have ya comin back cause I′m fourth of stash
Extort the hash
Extort the wrath
Cope the past
Brought my mags
Sort my cash on the docks
Flock a hop
Keep it in a proper spot
Adopt a cop
Rob a spot
A lot of ice a cop or not
Drop a pot
Slide a lot
Jackpot a lot
Already got a lot of wine, but not in my ride, I′ll stop

[Chorus - 2X]

We..are..dangerous
He′ll mangle us
Who playing with us?
And saying this stuff?
And fuck with gangs and stuff?
I aim to bust
You straight up tough
No thanks to us
We′re famous, duh
A game I love
To train my sluts
To give brains and cuss
Learn pain and plus
Get tricks to claim the bust
Think they nuts
Slurp them up
Hook or work them up
Wake them up, break them up
Taking crust shake them up
Make it stuck in your twat
Hit the streets, bend the blocks
Sin or not, hit the daily spot
Gin or scotch, top notch
On my roster
Mobster eating pasta
Chop her in the closer, crack her like a lobster
Have my ho to rob you
Then dodge you
Any ho need work? I got a job for you
Go see the supplier
Make like you a buyer
Then buy slut, trick these fake playas
Often what they say, you′ll buy em up messiah
Wait and bring it back to my empire
Chingy keep these heffers on the strip and on fire
Try her

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Chingy - Intro (Rid′in Wit Me)

[Chingy:]
(Woo!) Put your hands up [x2]
("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
And uhh {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
(Woo!) Put your hands up! [x2]
And uhh ("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
And uhh {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}

[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, hurr comes the king of the Midwest
C, H to the I to the N to the G
{"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}
Say what, say what {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}

[Chingy:]
I′m back (yeah I′m back) I ain′t went nowhurr
′Cept across the world and back, right hurr and right thurr
It′s a fact (it′s a fact) I′ma do what I do
Hold the town down, always represent the Lou′
And I pack (and I pack) a 45 for the hate
People like "When it′s gon′ drop," cause man they can′t wait
Ha ha! (Ha ha!) You can catch me on the bricks
In a fly-ass whip, with a fly-ass chick
Talk to ′em Chingy, women tellin me they miss me
All these fools tryin to diss me, these lil′ girls tryin to kiss me
(Say what, say what) We′re still makin big deals
Still roll on 26′s cause I ride big wheels
Yeah - still keepin it real
Still got that thang on me, homey keep that steel
(Stay back, stay back) So if you want me come get me
I ain′t trippin {"cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"}

[Chorus]

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Chingy - Gettin′ It

Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin′ it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh....
Hope you know how to get it
Cuz right herre, we gon′ get it, its like this...

[Hook]
We gettin′ it
We gettin′ it, we gettin′ it
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it) We gettin′ it
All my ladies are...
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin′ it [After every line in verse]

[Verse One: Chingy]
I′m on top of my game
Droppin′ the flame
My name, got me dodgin′ the fame
Watchin′ the dames, surround us, when we poppin′ champagne
Coppin′ the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs
Flossin′s a shame, i′m countin′ thousands, doin′ some poutin′
Then I′m throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin′
Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won
Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha′ son
Blastin′ em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat
No mo′ eatin′ where its cheap, ad-just-in′ to fine meat
Women lookin′ like, " that′s him", like they seen the pope
Wallet full of crispy bills, now I′m never goin′ broke
Cuz I′m...

[Hook]
Gettin′ it
We gettin′ it, we gettin′ it
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it) We gettin′ it
All my ladies are...
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin′ it [After every line in verse]

[Verse 2: Chingy](girl)
Breakin′ niggaz wit the flow
Movin′ faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin′ through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I′m the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I′m gettin′ it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So
Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make ′em mad enough to go Pern-yo
Painted bracelet, can′t you taste it
More powerful than the +Matrix+
Cats they get dropped from they label
I′m herre now, now they in basics
Want you face it, if you didn′t, if they focused, then its crazy
Bout to have this industry doin′ for me, like its slavery
To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I′ll see you ladies
Still dippin′, they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me
My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other[Tires screeching]
Now I got a bentley, livin′ a legacy, the same brother
We some docka, he won′t stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us
Don′t worry ′bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh)

[Hook]
We gettin′ it
We gettin′ it, we gettin′ it
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it) We gettin′ it
All my ladies are...
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin′ it [After every line in verse]

[Verse 3: Chingy]
We gettin′ in, the Lou
Twenty-twos, on old school
They gettin′ it in Miami, kickin′ it wit no rules
They gettin′ it in Chicago, playas holdin′ it down
They gettin′ it in New Orleans, bouncin′ to my sound
They gettin′ it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it
They gettin′ it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit
They gettin′ it in Detroit, thuggin′, ballin′ and spendin′ (Whoaa!)
They gettin′ it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin′
They gettin′ it in Caley High, rollin′ and bangin′
They gettin′ it in Atlanta, ′thorities watchin′ me drankin′
They gettin′ it in Las Vegas, them team heard of slots
They gettin′ it in Virginia, cats mobbin′ up they flop(unh)

[Hook]
We gettin′ it
We gettin′ it, we gettin′ it
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it) We gettin′ it
All my ladies are...
Gettin′ it, we gettin′ it, you gettin′ it?
(I′m gettin′ it!) We gettin′ it
Just so you could start!
Gettin′ it

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Chingy - Haters 101 (Intro)

[People talkin′]

Nigga can i get out the car?
Wuts up wit u man?
Chillin′ just came from my brothers cuzins mothers house
Say Wut?
Guess who was over there today?
Who that?
That nigga Chingy & dem get it boyz
Man I hate that nigger
He was over there runnin? he mouth flossin? Range Rover
Wit dem spinners
This nigger tellin′ dem how he gettin′ it over dem in bosten
We gettin′ over here man I tap that ho ass
Who is dem lil punks he got wit him
they cant rap
Look I heard that nigga anit wit D.T.P. any more
That nigga stupied man that ′ol ass nigga
Ludacris got him right on his back
Sayin′ he sold 3 million records
I just saw the billbord that nigga still at 300,000
hate that dude
[talkin′ to Chingy]
Alright peace

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Chingy - Pullin′ Me Back

[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 1]
It was all good at first,
Spendin money, goin shoppin
Eatin at the finest restaurants
And then from club hoppin
She was right thurr with me bottle poppin livin that life
She just didn’t understand my lifestyle and that I don′t like
We didn’t have a worry in the world, got u diamonds got u pearls
Cut can′t help it if Ching-A-Ling 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
Damn!

[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]
Walkin to 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,
Hey, 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 dis hurr, 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
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
Damn!

[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

[JD:] Chingy holla at dem agian !!

[Verse 3]
Ta 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 relationship to roll ya bluff
N i don′t wanna have my head down
Weak n stressed out
As bad as it hurts i gotta move to the next round
(Uh) I thought i was her man
Guess she ain′t understand
N now she′s sittin′ hurr lookin crazy like
Damn!

[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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Chingy - All The Way To St. Lou

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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Chingy - Balla Baby Remix (bonus track)

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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Chingy - 26′s

(hook)
Yall ride 18′s we ride 26′s
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches

Yall ride 18′s we ride 26′s
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches

(verse1)(chingy)
Im the wrong balla to flex with
Diamond stud earings and neckless
And my truck on 26′s driving reckless
Got a pound yep and on my way to texas
yep im on there trowing up my set shit
Spinnas with the color trim ho′s breathless
Paint shinning brite like morning breakfast
Once I slide up in the party pull the best fits
Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant
Run game on a trick like check this
She seen the atm recipt and got and got wet with shit
She in a lexus told her park her whip
270 im bout to exit
I can bet a grip she work her hands and lips
Like a porno star who cares if her man a trip
I can handle it its so scandelous

(hook)
Yall ride 18′s we ride 26′s
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches

Yall ride 18′s we ride 26′s
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches

(verse2)(Lil Wayne)
I got them thing conpocky on a rubberband skinny
I pull up laughing at another man 20′s (ha)
Yep the yunger man I run the dam city
I gotta pocket fulla hundreds fifty′s rubberband 20′s
Peep the shoes these is huge
Im probably on the service road nigga speeding in cruise
I bleed and bruise of reaching fools
So dont reach
u aint talking bout money then dont speak
Dont preach church don wan taught me that
The bitches had me gone but the money brought me back
Im seeing crome and I do them runs flat
President tent front back
Man I wish them old b p′s come back but I roll on em
Hundrend spoke big d′s tripple gold homie
No homie my rims aint twizzles
But dont get it twisted them is 26′s
(hook)
Yall ride 18′s we ride 26′s
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches

Yall ride 18′s we ride 26′s
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches

(verse3) (chingy)
Vroom vroom hear me start it up
Let the louis vuitton interior soak plus
With the red piping
got 2 ho′s diking
Dirty try to jack me yes i′ll bust
Got cars and trucks
All type of stuff
And a h3t if that aint enough
Bout to hit the park with a 12 pack getting drunk
Hataz breaking they neck cause they know whats up
Im posted up with 4 toasters bra
Test me faget if u think im a joke to ya
All my cats ride big in the lou u know
Should be against the law the way I floss sew me ho
B-a-l-l-a me
Giovanni keep these walls going crazy
Big baby im the same g
Add another tre to that 23 cuz

(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

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Chingy - Fuck Dat Nigga (Skit)

man, my momma be trippin like a mothafucka man
(man, u gotta get the fuck out the crib)
i know, talkin bout i′m 31 and still livin wit her
so?
i know niggaz older than that
i′m still gettin this money though
(this mothafuckin money. nigga u tell her it come out yo pocket nigga u buy the bread)
that′s what im talkin bout
i brang home the groceries shit(yea thats what im talkin bout)
wussup nigga? who is that?(what the fuck)
that look like that nigga lil′ howard
oh shit!
(music: throw yo hood up if u representin)
wussup nigga?
they call u chingy now
(ching,ching) (laughing)
cost lot a lurr, pop a cop, drop a spurr
(laughing)
wuz up nigga? what′s crackin though?
yea boy u doin yo thang, boy i see that nigga all on tv
(laughin) right thurr
how u been nigga? (yea) u know workin
man(i see u all on tv) yea, workin man
i know u got a job fo yo nigga though
(yea, wussup)give me somethin nigga
i can drive a bus. yea? somethin
i can rap fuck it (yep) ill knock out the hoes
spin somethin repeat 2x
check me out, check me out
nigga hard times (uh huh) make niggaz like me
nigga hard times...
man shut that shit up
well anyway nigga (keep yo head up keep writin)
we goin to the club tonite u want a ride?
we goin to the spot nigga, goin to the spot
(we might head up thurr) see whats crackin
yea nigga we... (we might slide through) wha.. what chu gon do
we might slide through. aight shit
we′ll just see yall niggaz later man yall niggaz stay up
aight man keep yo head up
(leaving)
yea dog. man
i don′t trust them niggaz. me neither
why he got that nigga wit him fo?
nigga out of here... i can do that nigga
put me on the track. a bop wop a doowop
nigga what
we could rap (nigga what)
fo real. i could rap somethin
rap my hand around this block
nigga, i bet u nigga (whatever nigga)
we need to catch that nigga sleepin we gon bling bling ya know? (hell yea)

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Chingy - Jackpot The Pimp Pt. 2 (Skit)

Hey, whats goin′ on y′all?
Its your main man, Jackpot The Pimp once again.
Did you miss me? Hope not.
I′ve just been pan-handling makin′ these hoes walk backwards to the track to get
my stacks or get smacked and my pimpin′,
HELL YEAH, 24/7, 3 hundred 65 days outta a yurr, I am, Baby.
But check this out, I talk to my main man, Snoop Dogg, the other day.
He told me to make a bitch pay like she weigh.
Hoe, you made the bench you gotta line in.
Matter of a fact, Bitch, dine-in.
You see you all this gator skin on me, hoe.
Fur on my rolls royce, flow.
Take ya shoes off before you get in hurr, bitch.
Say what? Pimp, I got the juice.
And the flock of hoes im bout to let it loose on your strip.
Wurrs my cash, Trick?
Get My Grib.
Nigga, quit watchin′ Superfly so much
and quit copyin the mat.
I really do gotta Cadillac with a wheel
on the back that say "Hoe Slayer".
Hang up your game coat, nigga, and bow down to a REAL Playa.

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Chingy - Don′t Worry

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 last
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 home and we′ll 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 fanny, 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 -shurrr relief
And for you I go over my budget
No I ain′t cheatin′
Can′t stop grindin′til I get hurr right here 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

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
Just me and you
(Ooh Chingy) (..track starz)
Just me and you
Just me and you
(Ooh Chingy)
Just me and you

xox!

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Chingy - Fly Like Me

Now you done 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 done rolled through some hoods,
There′s some girls that look good,
But, you ain′t never seen a girl look so fly like,
And you partied, and have hugs
And sum girls sho you love,
But, you ain′t 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,
And back seat of my jeep, I′m 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 won′t stay away,
They try to lock me up, but I break away.
And to the day I lay my eyes on the princess,
And you 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 I′m in heaven, & I′m hoping to fly,
Baby girl come along for the ride, you know why cuhs I...

Now you done 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 done rolled through some hoods,
There′s some girls that look good,
But, you ain′t never seen a girl look so fly like,
And you partied, and have hugs,
And sum girls sho you love,
But, you ain′t never 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 acting so shy,
You got em shaking in their boots, and I know why,
Cuhs they can′t handle the truth and that′s no lie,
As for me, I′m the one that you been dreaming on,
And wen you saw me I′m the one that you were steaming on,
And when you need it I′m the shoulder that you would be leaning on,
Take off that guchi and keep them vickie sneakers 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 you lay down,
Ching-a-ling yea, I get down, and stay down,
There′s no one better baby girl you′sz a blessing,
You got me heading in a positive direction,
You got my vote, when you re-up for election,
Cuhs all I wanna do is give you love and affection.
Dapslyrics.com
Now you done 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 done rolled through some hoods,
There′s some girls that look good,
But, you ain′t never seen a girl look so fly like,
And you partied, and have hugs,
And sum girls sho you love,
But, you ain′t never seen a girl look so fly like me
Baby, But chu never had a girl look so fly like me.

Why you 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, won′t you come and see?
What if you never, (seen) a girl like me ever, (like me before)?
Won′t you come inside, let me keep it dry,
Cuhs, I′m, so, flyyyyy.

Now you done 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 done rolled through some hoods,
There′s some girls that look good,
But, you ain′t never seen a girl look so fly like,
And you partied, and have hugs,
And sum girls sho you love,
But, you ain′t 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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Chingy - Dem Jeans

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

[Verse 1 (Chingy)]
Prada, Gucci, tell me what you like
Coach bag with the shoes to match, forget the price
Marc Jacob shades 50 carats all ice
Model in dem jeans for me, luxury now that′s your life
That′s the type of shit I′m on
Let me see you get them on
Back it up a bit, yeah that′s it
Cuz I can see your thong
Caramel skin tone
Damn you look like Nia Long
Don′t be actin like that lil mama
Cuz I can leave you ′lone
Mix the lime with that Patron
That′s what we drinking on
She wanna go out to eat
But me JD I′m thinkin home
Just so I can see ′em off
But what the hell we both grown
Wearin′ dem jeans like that
Will make me take trips with you to Rome
Hey now, hey now
You know they thick from the STL to the A-Town
Hey now, hey now
Let me help you with dem jeans
Baby lay down

[Chorus (Chingy)]:
Damn Girl
How′d you get all that in
Dem Jeans, dem Jeans?
How′d you get all that in dem?
Damn Girl
How′d you get all that?
(Is you talking to me?)
Yeah, you
I bet you had to jump up and down just to put ′em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put ′em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed just to zip ′em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby that′s what′s up

[Verse 2 (Jermaine Dupri)]:
Now, now, now
When you walkin′ girl
And you make it swirl
It′s hard for me not to look
and I want you up in my world
Bubbled up (oh)
poking out (Hey)
Licking′ my lips saying
Shawty swing it my way
Damn ma
How the hell you get all that in dem pants ma
Hope you ain′t up in here with your man ma
I love it when you wiggle it, shake it
Drop it and do your little dance ma
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 wanna rub it
Hey now, hey now
You know they thick from ATL down to H-Town
Hey now, hey now
Let me help you with dem jeans, baby lay down

[Chorus (Chingy)]:
Damn Girl
How′d you get all that in
Dem Jeans, dem Jeans?
How′d you get all that in dem?
Damn Girl
How′d you get all that?
(Is you talking to me?)
Yeah, you
I bet you had to jump up and down just to put ′em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put ′em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed just to zip ′em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby that′s what′s up

[Verse 3 (Chingy)]:
I don′t mean to be rude but I like the way you move
Got your boy in the mood, let′s go back to magic cruise
I ain′t like them other fools, gotta play by my rules
Face down, ass up, pants off, look (ooh)
There it go don′t be scared
Let it show it, I like them curves
Make that thing talk, when you walk
I′m slurring my words
Drop it to the floor, ya heard
Ain′t no hating girl got to sing it
Like the style but man you working them a lot.

[Chorus (Chingy){x2}]:
Damn Girl
How′d you get all that in
Dem Jeans, dem Jeans?
How′d you get all that in dem?
Damn Girl
How′d you get all that?
(Is you talking to me?)
Yeah, you
I bet you had to jump up and down just to put ′em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put ′em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed just to zip ′em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby that′s what′s up

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Chingy - Gimme Dat

(feat. Ludacris & Bobby Valentino)

[Chorus: Ludacris & Bobby Valentino]
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that′s (a www)
[Chingy:]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I′m Like...
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that′s (a www)
 [Ludacris:]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I′m Like...
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that′s (a www)
[Verse 1: Chingy]
Club packed, know I′m a be there all night
[? ] Jetlag just got off a flight
But that don′t stop me
Who? Not me
Pop 1 bottles pop 2 bottles pop 3
4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P.
7, 8, 9, [? ] they all dimes O.G.
Louis frame match my Louis kicks on my fifth right?
Dirty lame look at me wrong? Tell ′em get right
Light reflecting off the Bentley watch, now I′m lit right?
6′s on the candy Range just so I can sit right
Hotter if ya chick nice, I can triple his price
On the black [? ], got ′em hating, wanna fist fight?
Man don′t get ya shit sliced, yea I hope the fifth tight
We tryna party, yo homey don′t mess up this night
It′s a D.T.P. thang, wall-to-wall, it′s hype
Me, Luda, and Valentine, we living this life

[Chorus]

[Chingy:]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I′m Like...
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that′s (a www)
[Ludacris:]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I′m Like...
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that′s (a www)
[Verse 2: Ludacris]

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Chingy - Jackpot The Pimp (Skit)

Hey wassup!
With the ladies and gentlemen this evenin′
Ya dig?
I′m Jackpot the Pimp steppin in fo a minute screamin at yall
Ya dig
The one that taught the mac how to mac
And the one that taught superfly how to flap his muthafukin wings
Yes in the flesh, its me Jackpot the muthfukin Pimp
I see some of you playas,
got cha hoes walkin around, and they movin to muthafukin slow
the bitch must got bricks on her muthafukin feet
Well check this out nigga
If you got a crease in ya muthafukin shoes, well ya walkin to much
and you aint no real pimp
man look
i got hoes who drive me around in the deville lac whit the muthafukin wheel on the back
and bitch im kickin my gators off
whit my feet on the meat mutha fukin rug
ya understand?
and ya got to understand this pimpin is real
ya dig
nigga i eat sleep and breath pussy muthafuka
fuck the stock market
im down whit the cock market
ya dig?
niggas talkin bout dis a drought
nigga it aint no drought
im bringin them hoes in
and im bringin them hoes out
bitch ya need to be all you can be
but this aint the U.S. Navy
Bitch this the U.S pay me
i got 22 bitches coast to coast bring me 10 cent a muthafukin week, lets do the math thats 10 G′s
times 52, thats over a
half a million dollars a year.

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Chingy - U A Freak (Nasty Girl)

[Voice:]
Colli-Park

Nasty girl... nasty girl... nasty girl... nasty girl

[Chorus:]
Far as i know you a freak, (Who me?) a lil nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat,to the beat, clap
clap skeet skeet, (skeet skeet) cause all i really wanna do′ but she dont come cheap.
Far as i no you a freak, a lil nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat, to the beat, clap clap skeet
skeet, (skeet skeet) cause all i really wanna do′ but she dont come cheap.

Chicken head patty cake, lean wit it rock wit it...
Chicken head patty cake, lean wit it rock wit it

[Verse 1:]
Hands up lil momma was up, know you see me pulling up in that truck, rimmed up chin chilla timbed
up. hopped out matchin furr brim what?
Yah these freaks out tah nite, man herd they in route tah nite, no body should be sitting on the
couch tah nite, hey grey goose got me feeling so rite.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Now i′m looking for that ass and dem jeans, shaped like a eight walk real mean, high class and
always on the scene, cats ask her why she always looking mean.
Behind closed doors its a different thing, she get it from her momma i aint mad not me, not me
I can only show you these two things, clap clap, skeet skeet, now beat.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Nasty(Who?) Nasty girl(Me?) I dont mean to sturr(Boy what chu′ looking at?)me i′d be at my hotel
suite and maybe we can take it thurr?(Thats Right).
Nasty(Who?) Nasty girl(Me?) I dont mean to sturr(Boy what chu′ looking at?)me i′d be at my hotel
suite and maybe we can take it thurr?(Thats Right).

[Voice:]
This has a been a Colli-Park Slaughterlot presentation,

and we out.

Hahahaha.

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Chingy - Chingy Jackpot

[Robotic voice]
This is another Trak Star production

[Record scratching]

[Chingy]
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh
Who am I?

[Hook 2X: Chingy] + (Girl)
(Chingy) what′s up?
(Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno
(Is it because you′ve been smoking and drinking?)
Maybe so
(I′ve been thinking) huh?
(Maybe you come get me) and do what?
(Round the town, then take me home and eat me)
Okay
[Record scratches at end of hook]

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot
Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, ′Lac drop
Rag top on the jag drop, uh
Phat stop you know that′s hot, huh
Mack spinnin wit the piece in my pocket
People hop out, I′m releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw)
For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topic
Let the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I get
Once my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch it
Vok醠, yeah I rock it
Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick
′Cris holdin that bottle, won′t you pop it
I threw the key to the city, since I locked it
Girl I don′t want no brain, give me a pop quiz
I get multiple choice head, derty watch this

[Hook] - 2X

[Verse 2: Chingy]
They tell me what you tell me, you ain′t gotta be in a rush
Errything I do is top secret, that′s on the hush (shhhh)
Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women blush
From 314 to 617, gotta give it up
Treat my women like a structure, workers work the streets
Twerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feet
Hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night
Hearr the slots ring all night
But if you try to get at the drama, I′ll bring all night
We keep Atlanta throwin bows
And New Orleans, we got the thugs showin golds
Take it to New York, and party at Madison Squarre
We′ll hit Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairr
No hatin on my part, let the ceremony start
Crowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the Arch
STL, where I dwell, Northside of the streets
They keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh

[Hook] - 2X

[Verse 3: Chingy]
Uh, I got tired of being broke dogg (fa sho)
Ice Sleeve won′t you pass me some smoke dogg
Can I come up without jealousy?
"You ain′t gon make it", what they tellin me
So I showed them, it ain′t that hard
Can′t play me, cuz I ain′t got a whole card
Got Lee way in my hometown (STL)
No mo′ jokin cuz it′s on now
Who gon′ stop, me not a soul
Strap, in, now, let′s, roll
Keep it, real, what-eva I do
Got′s up Keith, comin from U
Squash that, mind ya own, beats
There′s a new ching, in the streets
Watch ya step, or I′ll ruin ya rep
Now let′s "get it" like Puff and G-Dep

[Hook] - 2X

[Chingy]
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh
Who am I?

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Chingy - Leave Wit Me

Ba da da

CHORUS-
Baby don′t you want to leave this VIP
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room keys
Sex ?(real good in el v)?, we be like

Ba da da

I pull up on the light
And I fell up in the spot
Saint louis cant talk
tryin to find somethin hot
Drink in my hand
hundreds in my pocket
I dont curr if he ur man
understand im ur profit
Its 2:39, we should leave by 3
We can stroll around an go get something to eat
Outside I got a flat drop
You hungry?
Round your girls up and we can all go to ihop
You prolly think im tryna cut
And maybe you′re right
You dont like one night stands?
Well baby the night
I got a presidential suite at the ritz
Errything on me? huh aint that a hushhhhh

(chorus)

You actin like you dont hurr me
Come nurr me quick
Bacon, and take a puff of this green from jamaica
just bought a new yacht with 4 rooms and a bar
No you′re not that used to bein around a hood star
My papa told me good girls always go fast
So if I touch her right thurr aint no need to get mad
I could take you from the club to paradise
Used to my chicks, I like them thick
Plus naughty and nice
The way you sweep me off my feet, you should be a broom
The way you smell, shoulda had ur own perfume
So knock knock, whos thurr? Jackpot (thats hot)
Ran with the old head so ?(fuck the sex)?
Do it tickle when I lick your neck?
Better get you wet
Lookin at your sexy ass make me wanna write a check

Baby don′t you want to leave this VIP
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room keys
Sex real good in el v, we be like

Ba da da

I know she like it from the back and from the front
I know you like it off the yak and on the blunt
I know you wanna ride around lets go bout the town
You know you claim of bein on top an goin down
So show a little somethin
Whisper in my ear and let me know a little somethin
You workin that body
Well throw a little something over here where im at
Girl I got too much pride to be chasin the cat
But I like how that lingerie fit
shit, I got enough game to hit queen elizabeth
My blood blue so you know im royalty
Im through with catering to all you girls
spoil ME

(chorus)

Now hold on the way you put it on me now
Hold on I love the way you shake it now
Hold on you drop it then you pick it up
Hold on girl you got me goin what the (whoo!)

(chorus)

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Chingy - Give Em Some Mo

[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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Chingy - Bring Da Beef

[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 fuck 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 muthafucka 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 x2]

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Chingy - Represent

[Hook: Chingy]
Throw yo hood up if you representin
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Gangsta as a Cadillac DeVille wit fo′s
This for all my thundercats that feel my flow
To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya o′s
Catch a bellin down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho
In ya top piece, suburb mart, ya not street
I know fools from Wilson that′ll whack ya, ya got beef
Used to go to Skate King back when bangin was in
And if the fiends aint have 20, we would slang it for 10
Drankin′ the gin, posted on the corners at night
Sparkin pound while my homies in the street, slapped right
Ride bikes, patrolin′ the hood, keepin′ out cops
Regals and drops, reppin′ cuz beak in my block
Wild like rocks, my mentality got from my pops
And saints, bustin back in ′90 hope you got from the shots
Put it down for the town and I gang wit us
St. Louis did it derty, throw yo hood up did you know we from the.

[Hook: Chingy]
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′

[Verse 2: Tity-Boi]
Tity-Boi, Southside
Bad limp, fo′ 5′s on the hip
Don′t know why I′m known to slip when I get high
One time but no more, won′t sleep until the mornin′
Somebody need to take the trash out and I′ma do the chores
Softer than a cactus, put it on like actors
Hustle in the shadows on the bricks and they couldn′t catch us
Gat still tucked, in my waist by my price time
Cuz my chain hang so low my tongue bang wit my pipe line
Walk around, all day wit this beam like it′s night time
You can see em a mile away, but it′ll touch ya from blind side
Flipped it, first to finsih to the car, that′s a nice ride
Dig it, they spin they puchase round here they get kite high
Deal it, it′s my description, my picture, my composure plot
This is how I get through 2 d′s, niggaz!
My side we ride my crew′s, iller, iller!

[Hook: Chingy]
Throw yo hood up if you representin′
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′

[Verse 3: I-20]
Who done bust through the vapon yeah I′m hopin′ to fight
Start a brawl, I′ll shut that bitch down on openin′ night
Let′s fate, pull the bitches titties start on them dipes
Cause we leavin′ wit some hoes and yeah we startin′ wit dykes
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand if you holdin′ that bank
I got the game on lock, you barely a holdin′ tank
Get drunk, get to shootin bust the whole club out
Us thugs out, I′m tryin′ to dumb out, ′til I get drunk out
That′s just the way I am, don′t look down on me
My gun′s a open bar, free rounds on me
And I′m an eastside nigga so I aint no punk
I make the crowd get it crunk and do the eastside stomp
Young Chingy let em know, that the deal is a fool
And I′m a carpenter′s dream, I′m in love wit the tools
Lay low when the heat bust, off in the airr
DTP, Cris squad and we runnin′ this herre, it go

[Hook: Chingy]
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side aint nuthin but, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side aint nuthin but, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin′
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side aint nuthin but, thugs baby

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Chingy - Wurr Da Git It Gurlz At

yeah yeah yeah
ohhh
yeah yeah yeah
ohhh
yeah yeah yeah
ohhh
yeah yeah yeah

pop that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
work that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
twist that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
you know tha game girl
wurr da git it gurlz at

pop that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
work that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
twist that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
u know tha game girl
wurr da git it gurlz at

Im a git it boy so you know I need a git it gurl
its tha nigga m gang im gonna put it in your world
shooth me gurl so why dont you pop that thang
and if a hater wanna trip yeah I shot that thang

she into nail pumps
ho′s jump when she jump
dont need a push up bra her titis already plump
see me in the 300 in my musump leanin′
it starts with me take a look it how it how beamin

you a git it girl, baby
i know ur fire, cuz u made me do a 180
now come around and twist the crown to the sound lady
its super man like my nickname was slim shady
from the twist u just gave me

pop that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
work that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
twist that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
you know tha game girl
wurr da git it gurlz at

pop that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
work that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
twist that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
u know tha game girl
wurr da git it gurlz at

she accessive look at her extra manziem
dem other niggas trippin′
im gonna bring her right to her knees
he chose me im a don call me don call lee on
im a pimp nigga im gonna bring a bitch to my bone

shake it gurl
either move it or lose it
im still rated R
that why I gotta problem with u choosin
come to tha room or me and pooke gonn′ be brusin
cuz ya know im blessed with what they call exclussive

get it boiz or you′ll be dieing fo′ sho′
we be rawlin ijamine got me stallin
ching a ling he post it up
what a booze he got a cup
and tha ladies they on tha couches
which they know they want a cunt treat

pop that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
work that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
twist that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
you know tha game girl
wurr da git it gurlz at

pop that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
work that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
twist that thing
wurr da git it gurlz at
u know tha game girl
wurr da git it gurlz at

me verse you
thats no contest
your girl chose so me lets resepect our on own debt
cuz im a mission request
and piction to check
anybody think that they can teng den with us

somebody tell her that I bangcock
see baby I make the bed rock
u know the name money slang but these langs not
take a picture her friend hott
when she pass bye man the game stop

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Chingy - Bagg Up

(Bagg up) Bounce, bounce, bounce then (Bagg up) [repeat 2]

Straight playa baby
2 rides outside wit that old G-glide
I′m high but it′s all gravy.
Snake skins, no Timberland boots, get loot, I′ll shoot
If ya try to play me.
get clout when I′m out,
money what I′m all about
In a world that′s so shady.
peak this, streakness,
never had a weakness, speak this
I do this daily.
Follow my whole set
Bottles of mo′ wet, bet
Until they lay me
6 feet under dirt
I′m the one wit the word
Got hits but they try to spray me.
If I lack, keep strapped
it′s a rap, gimme dat
You can roll wit me, yeah maybe.
Hey the streets is mine
Like mix tapes when that MC grind
Don′t play crazy.

[chorus]
(Bagg up) Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
Bounce, bounce then (Bagg up)
My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo′? Huh go on, then (Bagg up)
See that Coupe wit the maroon rag up
What? Huh? Then (Bagg up)
Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us, bagg up

Everybody talkin′ cuz they say I′m on a roll
Touch was mine, you gon′ end up gettin′ mowed.
Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold
Jackpot, I′m scorin′ big around the globe.
You could be hot, I′m what you not and that′s cold.
Sick, baby say she never drove a stick
Until she was on top of me, backseat of the 6.
It′s, goin′ down ′round these parts
Nobody liked me ′til I got the deal so don′t start.
Is it different? Is it dope?
I don′t know what you yappin′ about
It′s way too funky for you to smell what I′m rappin′ about.
Just Chingy baby.

[chorus]

How many MC′s must get dissed
For hatin′ on that MVP new draft pick?
Don′t it look like 100 moons on my wrist?
I′m sorry I′m the glitter that yo girl seein′ glist.
Man wit the big fish
I hit I don′t miss
Sorta like Starks shootin′ 3′s for the Knicks.
Don′t get me pissed
Ya take a big diss
It′ll feel like ya fell off a tall cliff
I′m a bully like clip
I sank yo ship
6 apart from the clip if ya pop at the lip its, Chingy baby

[chorus]

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Chingy - Wurrs My Cash

[Chorus]

Ho, Wurrs My Cash?
( Got his money ho? )
You don′t have it?
( You trippin′ girl )
Am I gon′ slap you? Uh huh
Sling that ass
( Sling it for a nigga girl )
What is this ma′?
( How much?)
Is that enough? Uh Uh
Know ya′ll gon′ ask
(Tell ′em the truth close to move)
I am a hustler?
( Get yours )
Am I pimpin′? Uh Huh
Ho move real fast
( Don′t be slacking up )
You don′t like yo′ job. So!
Do I care ho ? Uh Uh
Sling that ass

[1st Verse]
I′m yo′ hustler
( Dig it )
I′m yo′ daddy
( Alright )
I′m that clean ? at a school caddy
( Yes )
I′m yo supplyer, (Uh Huh)
I′m yo′ buyer ( Uh Huh )
I′m that tree in the forest that′s on fire ( What Am I ? )
I′m yo′ yong pimp′ ( What else? ) baby yo′ boss ( What else? )
I′m that candy red paint that shine and gloss ( Ya dig? )
I′m yo′supafly, ( Ya dig? )
Yo Black Ceaser ( alright now )
Girl you too shy to speak then take a breather
Can you dig this?
Lick when I piss ( Well Alright )

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse]

See that verco, that′s for when it′s cold
Break that white gold,plain gold, got old
Snake skin shoes, give yo′ friends blues
Step out the car, sharp as a fucking auto too
Got tall girls, into small girls
Latin, Japanese, Black, Mexican all girls, willin to work for it, go in they purse for it,
Down wit′ me even if they put in a herse for it
Got in the dirt for it
Call me papi and′ll pull up they skirt for it

[Chorus]

People ask me why I′m like this
See my father and my uncles gave me this shit
Since I liked it fot down and hiked it
That′s why you catch me doing foursomes with dike chicks
They like my style, I like they mouth
Even gotta couple hookers workin′ the south,and on the east my girls the best,in Cali got 10 out on
sunset
Pimp of all pimps,young Don Bishop
Got life insurance,trick gon′ I won′t miss ya′, on the sole of my gators she can kiss the (smooch)
Bitch!

[Chorus]

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Chingy - Let Me Luv U

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 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 Jacuzzi
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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Chingy - Bounce That

[Chorus:]
Throw it to me baby, ima runningback
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown?x2

Bounce dat ass ho [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]

Its too many niggas and not enough hos
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
Chorus
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]

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Chingy - Sample Dat Ass

Chingy and Murph durph
Uh

[Chorus] (2X)
Ooo Ooo
Let me get a sample of that ass, Ooo Ooo
I ain′t +Mystikal+ but girl, +Shake it Fast+, (Don′t stop, get it, get it)
Ooo Ooo, You think I can come over and smash?
Ooo Ooo, Don′t stop, get it get it (Do what you do)

[Chingy]
The club be packed, Hey, send me a bottle of that
It′s hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, superfly, MAC
I′m in the back getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
This ain′t a strip club, but she act like it
Ever seen her, bowling pins dawg, she stacked like it
Now I′m at the bar, chicks treating me like a star
In my face, asking questions, and can they ride in my car
I′m law, so authorities can′t pin me for shit
Hey baby, see me and you, we can pack it up and split
Let′s go, forget Motel 6, we can go to the Mariot
I see it in her eyes, man a girl getting very hot
I′m packing like a 357, so I keep magnums
Keep it real, cause you will never find out if you don′t ask em, Is we tagging?

[Chorus]

[Murphy Lee]
If your ass is fat and you know it, clap your hands
Wearing those pants, I′ll be damned if I′m iss my chance to advance
I′m in a tan, what′s the name, I own some whatchamacallits
They keep spinning and spinning, hey man, What do you call it?
Got a 1-5 jersey, on the go with them wheels
Look at it wiggle wiggle, she say it′s all in the heels
You a damn lie girl, I think it′s all in the skills
And for real, I think you practicing on what pay the bills
You be confused man, I look picky as hell
Never trust a big butt, that smile like Ricky Bell
What the hell?, Murphy rather pay to get out of jail
Cause if she tell me to pay, somebody better pay my bail
Matta fact, I′ma pay myself, my own money
Mr. long money, even after I loan money
I own honey′s mentals man, I′m in they mouth so much
God damn, I pay for dental plans, man

[Chorus]

[Chingy]
Get it, get it girl, it′s your world, I′m a squirrel, (squirrel)
Searching for a nut, so more than scissors I cut, (cut)
You can be a slut (slut), hoochie lady, or housewife, (wife)
A real man gon′ want to hit it, it′s hanging out, right? (right)
Ladies don′t get offended, when he tell you that you′re thick, (you are)
And he wouldn′t mind coming over about six
If you like the smooth, let him, you don′t dig em? Don′t sweat ′em
You want ′em? Play like your panties and t-shirt and let ′em wet ′em

[Murphy Lee]
Hey yo, my ladies come in +Dueces+ like +Staley+ and +McAllister+
Came up with the ′Tics, they help me not fall like banisters
Sammy Sosa′s got traded for Ken Griffey′s
And when we roll, the L′s stay lit, like Missy
Plus I stay busy, like kids, I call it biz
And if it is what it is, I′m on your head like wigs
I′m a rapping Taye Diggs, I give the women they groove back
When it comes to the wood, I′m the best man to use that

[Chorus]

Chingy, Murph durph, uh uh
Let me get a sample of that ass
Murph durph and, Chingy, what they, say?, uh
Let me get a sample of that ass, S-T-L
St. Louis, north side

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Chingy - Balla Baby

[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

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Chingy - Holidae In

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

[Chorus: Snoop] + (Girl)
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won′t you bring four of your friends
(What we gon′ do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

[Chorus: Chingy] + (Girl)
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won′t you bring four of your friends
(What we gon′ do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it′s a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there′s already eight shawties
I′m on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of ′dro, ya know?
Now I′m on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road
I′m already blowed, hit third I′m a be be blowed some mo′
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning
To room 490 I′m headed, on my way up
There′s three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain′t you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that′s me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I′m on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There′s some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that′s that dude that sing ′Right Thurr′ he glistening"
I ain′t come to talk (talk) I ain′t come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I′m gon hit, aww shit

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma showed up like "what′s the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what′s poppin
You know what′s on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I′m like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I′m just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol′ G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got ′em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can′t stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I′ll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got ′em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit ′em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain′t felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin′ some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I′m on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I′m wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn thing
Now what I′m talking bout
We gon′ disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain′t doing nothing but chillin
We chillin′ and nuttin′
Know what I′m talking bout, so push the button
You know what′s happenin′, fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin′
You can′t out run the pimpin′ bitch, I done told you

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Chingy - Outro

[Chingy:]
Yeah, what up with it ya′ll(powerballin′)
We come to the end of the powerballin′ album
I hope you liked it and enjoy it (you know)
I′m representing the Git It Boyz
This your boy Chingy
And matter of fact,
I wanna shout out everybody who had something to do with this album
The Features of the album
Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, David Banner, The Git It Boyz, Boozie, The O.G.
Risk Money One and I also wanna thank Ms. Janet Jackson , you dig?
aight aight
You know what I′m saying?
And look, I wanna thank the whole St. Louis for supporting they boy to stand on from day 1
I gotta shout out all the sides, the northside, the westside, the eastside, southside you know
good fellow
Grand, King′s Highway, Natural Bridge
All the sides of St. Louis dirty
You know I′m representing the STL
And I also wanna thank
Capitol Record, you know what I′m saying
For holding it down from the first album to the second album Powerballin′
Everybody that had something to do with this album
Capitol Record I appreciate it
I also wanna say I got love
I wanna thank DTP, its good
What′s up Ludacris
Yes, and I also wanna say
you know, my record company slot-a-lot
we bout to be dropping alot u dig?
The Git It Boyz, Boozie, Risk Money O.G. 1
And on and on and on and on
But I also wanna thank all the radio station world-wide
For supporting they boys,ranning their voice, feeling they boys, giving your boys a rotation, Yea
And I also wanna thank all the stores
Ma impala stores, retails store
all that for holding it down
selling the c.d.s its good, yes
your boy Chingy,
GIt It Boyz, Got the third album coming out real soon
You gon′ know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh, you know how we do it dirty
STL thats right thats right
I wanna thank all my loving nieces
u dig? I wanna thank the nephews
u understand what i′m saying
i wanna thank my son, my cute baby
thats right, u dig?
and i also wanna thank my mama, my daddy,
my grandmama, my granddaddy, rest in peace
and i wanna dedicate this album to my cousin locked up
Cojack ,Capon, Rag, Ron
Sweatin′ all my people in da cell thats holding it down
and also my people thats resting in peace
Tommy Von, Roc, My grandpa Jack, nails, slim, the gang of people dirty
thats how we do this
i dedicate this to anyone that was locked up
powerballin, i hope u like the album,hope u got the album and appreciate the album u dig?
but be on the lookout cause the GIt It Boyz c.d.s coming
much love , STL, GIB,(powerballing)

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Chingy - Right Thurr

Uh, hey dirty, (what?)
Look at that girl right there (oh)
She make me say
Ooh, ooh, (yeah) ooh, ooh, (hey) do what you do

Chorus:
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swing your hips when you′re walkin′, let down you′re hurr (let down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Lick your lips when you′re talkin′, that make me sturr

[Chingy]
I like the way you look in them pants, see ya fine (fine)
Your momma a quarter piece, she far from a dime (dime)
The type of girl that′ll getcha′ up and go make you grind (grind)
I′m thinkin′ about snatchin′ her up, dirty, makin′ her mine
Look at her hips, (what?) look at her legs, ain′t she stacked? (stacked)
I sure wouldn′t mind hittin′ that from the back (back)
I like it when I touch it cuz she moan a l′il bit
Jeans saggin′ so I can see her thong a l′il bit
I know you grown a little bit, twenty years old, you legal
Don′t trip off my people, just hop in the regal
I swooped on her like an eagle swoopin′ down on its prey
I know you popular, but you gon′ be famous today

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Chingy]
She be shoppin′ in Frontenac
Just look at her front and back
Man she so stacked and she know that I want that
Her man, he′s so wack, girl can I taste yo khaki
for three hundred to step, like buyin′ a throwback
She stay in the club,(club) I can be seein′ she got it honest
In real life, girl remind me of Pocahontas
She be at events, (yeah) so I′m impressed when she pass (yeah)
All the high rollin′ cats wanna pay for that ass
Ain′t no half steppin′, (steppin′) she strapped wit a nice weapon (weapon)
Trick, it′s against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen her dirty, your mouth gon′ drop
Worldwide fools probably tell you this off tops

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Chingy]
I like the way she doin′ that (c′mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)
I like the way she doin′ that (c′mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back (say it)
Ooh, (uh-huh) ooh, ooh, ooh, (uh-huh) do what you do (whoo)

[Chingy]
Gimme what you got for a pork chop (uh)
She threw it at me like I was a short-stop (uh)
Workin′ in a Fatty Girl Hugga Top
Then she back it up on me and let it drop (drop)
Make it hop (boing) like a bunny (bunny)
Girl can I touch you where it′s sunny
or a purse and make you give her some money
She should pose for Sports Illustrated
It′s like a picture perfect site
When she pass all the other girls hate it
(But I...)

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (uh-huh)
I like that (Track stars)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (Chingy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, do what you do

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Chingy - I Do

{Intro}
Chingy, Track Stars dirty, well I got a caprice on 24′s, I got a range rover
with spinners.
I got an imparler with beat lets go.

{Chrous (x2)}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don′t give away all my lou.
trick four′ve us and a tramp - I won′t (I won′t)
Ride less then twenty inches I don′t (I don′t)

{Verse 1}
But I do know this may be a single when I walk my chains on so it my jingle if
she give me brainzz on. The haters know were my crew so famous that I cant go no
wherin tha lou You name it the mall the gas station dem people be waiting to see
me hop in sumin hating all them duece duece skating, runnin it like walter
payton until u fuked it its so blatent fuk the paper im savin my bank acount is
amazin. im ratin my self a 20 im takin my self a 20 im doin this show for 20
then holla at me this 20 about money I gots ta make stack up a couple hundred
mill then take my ass a break.

{Chrous (x2)}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don′t give away all my lou.
trick four′ve us and a tramp - I won′t (I won′t)
Ride less then twenty inches I don′t (I don′t)

{Verse 2}
I gotta 75 caprice in my yard! a loui drop top graphics man its hard! custom
made interior dirrty its the shit ratin spins n spokes 24s on it. yep gotta tv
and steerin wheels like luda n if u run up on me look dirrty ill shoot ya
G.i.b 1 on my customized plates slide alot bottles dont never come fake.. im
about to hit lillian just past clackston whippin with a peice thats better than
tony braxtons ain′t no right no rythem in with my few team bumps I got the 3
amps and the woofers in my trunk yeyah I no u money hungry hoes wanna roll with
trick u no I ride nothin less than them dubs.

{Chrous x2}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don′t give away all my lou.
trick four′ve us and a tramp - I won′t (I won′t)
Ride less then twenty inches I don′t (I don′t)

Pretty honey hit me...lookin good
Right sittin on the banks ...lookin good
Hundred thousand round my neck...lookin good
Cappers tryin to run up ...I know she would

I role wit nuttin but ballas with 26′s with them chrome rims.
Rims on da truck make them heffers get hypnotized quick.
Candy colored paintin makin new tricks fanu′s this.
Bars on my tucker time to step up into my wip.
O.G. blue secrets money makin you foo′s sick.
Us like ur thurr my dirtys flipin some hoe bricks.

I don′ give a daaamn... If you don′ give a daaamn.
I′m a stunt i′m gunna go an′ let us know who I am.

cars, clothes, money, ice, straps, clips, hoe′s, dikes, magnums, freaks, house,
price, 1, point, 5, LIFE

{Chrous x2}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don′t give away all my lou.
trick four′ve us and a tramp - I won′t (I won′t)
Ride less then twenty inches I don′t (I don′t)

But I do.........

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Chingy - One Call Away

[J/Weav]
Ooh, yea yea
DTP, how we do
Call you and you can call me
Whatever you wanna do baby

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I′m only one call away

[Chingy]
It was weird how we met, huh
She was wit her mom in Bank America
I′m wit my son cashin the check
So I asked outta respect (uh)
Would she like to explore the world or buy
We can fly in my jet
Her reply was "Yes, can I ask you sumpin?"
I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex
Scene moved to the next (that is true) but it was something
about this girl′s style that make me feel no regrets
We started off casual; walks through the park
Candle light dinners by dark, I′m thinkin smart (smart)
Of course she might think I′m in a rush
To touch, clutch and be up, but baby I ain′t on that stuff
Dropped her off and told her call me up, we can talk
Conversate about political subjects whatever′s thought
So I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rang
It was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn′t do without ya"
Then I said. . .

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I′m only one call away

[Chingy]
The next day I′m with the fellas at the case playin ball
Here she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wall
Now I′m showin off, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fast
Through the middle just to see her smile and giggle
Game over I punched her wit a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak"
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, PLEASE don′t
Told her "I′m going home" she asked can she go too
I′m like "Yeah boo, I can′t see me without you"
Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bed
With a see-through thong said I looked at her and said. . .

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, call, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I′m always one call away

[Chingy]
Girl recognize game, before game recognize YOU
You′re dealin wit a player, TRUE
Now whatchu wanna do?
We can kick it and go puff on a bluuunt
Oh you don′t smoke? Grab a pint of Hen′ then we can get druuunk
It′s up to you, I′m the man but baby just let me know
Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe
Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there′s enough room
We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon
Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya
Just be true, and there′s nothing I won′t do, for ya
Some women like to play it foul (foul)
But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child)
Don′t worry be happy and smile and. . .

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I′m only one call away

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Chingy - Juice

[Chingy]
Whats up yall Chingy slot a lot in tha house,
We got Jackpot The Pimp in the back,
We came herre today to address a certain issue that all u young playas need to know about for real

[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes
(come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell
her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back
(what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked

[Verse: Chingy]
U cant fool me hoe,
Wit that movie star role,
Take yo ass to the store,
Or get a job and blow,
Why should i love ya,
Why should i kiss ya,
Gang of cats banged ya,
Dats y i diss ya,
Imma paint a picture,
Didnt dem gang hit ya,
Now u want me to play suggar daddy off fit ya,
Crazy as a mental patient in a wheelchurr (a wheelchurr),
Take that weave out and go get some real hurr (some real hurr),
Lets play truth or durr (truth or durr),
Is it true that u gave head in tha phone booth,
Girl that shit aint cute but aw u dont curr,
When im out i see u shurr,
I dont wanna fuck i wanna get in them pockets reverse physiology aint too furr,
I claim hip,
My set ya strip,
I check my grip,
Trick, send out them lips and them hips,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u out on E (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me

[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes
(come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell
her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back
(what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked

[Verse 2: Chingy]
Done wit that depressiments,
Young minded aggresive shit,
Cats seein to touch her clit,
Really dont know who u messin wit,
Yall this aint no sexual shit,
Un-disrepectful bitch,
Take a look at my neck-a-lace,
Betta then what u get up for breakfast,
U can let them passers hit,
Till u reach my measurements,
Neva dealt wit pressure pimp,
Advertizing dont neva simp,
Girls talk,
Doods do it,
I aint heard an impressive chick,
My lesson is neva sweat a chick,
Wit im wit first is like leadament,
Im a betta rich,
She betta then,
Girl lets freak then exit chick,
She like to be rubbed wit Paniten,
Talk what she like and get a answer,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u out on E (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me

[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes
(come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell
her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back
(what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked

[Verse 3: Chingy]
They did us so many times i gotta do these hoes,
Quit lookin at me all funny i dont curr if u these hoes,
This how i view these hoes,
Came to chose these hoes,
Use these hoes for what they worth and lose these hoes,
They filled wit 2 peice hoes,
I know that u see O′s,
In my check book and my net is usually froze,
I like groopie hoes,
Just come to me show,
Hit and run wit out child support,
Now sue me hoe cuz,
Hoe u cant get a dolla from me (not one dolla),
A playa is yo man to be (dats me),
U are the weakest link girl u out on E (go on bout ya business),
All my cats wont u sing it wit me

[Chorus]
Juice these hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes
(come on), juice these
hoes (what), juice these hoes (say it), all my playas grab ya nuts and juice these hoes, (u tell
her)Trick get back (uh),
trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back
(what), trick get back,
(u tell her) trick get back for ya head get cracked

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