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Текст песни:

[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

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

[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

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

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

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

(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]

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

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

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

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?

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

[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

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

[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]

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

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.

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

[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]

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

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.

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

[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?

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

[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

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

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]

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

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

@ Chingy

Текст песни:

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

@ Chingy