Текст песни:

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

@ 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:

[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:

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:

[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:

[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:

[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:

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:

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