MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
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
[verse 1 - chingy]
Im the wrong balla to flex with
Diamond stud earings and neckless
And my truck on 26's driving reckless
Got a pound yep and on my way to texas
yep im on there trowing up my set shit
Spinnas with the color trim ho's breathless
Paint shinning brite like morning breakfast
Once i slide up in the party pull the best bitch
Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant
Run game on a trick like check this
She seen the atm recipt and got wet with shit
She in a lexus told her park her whip
270 im bout to exit
I can bet a grip she work her hands and lips
Like a porno star who cares if her man a trip
I can handle it its so scandelous
[hook 2X]
[verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
I got them thing conpocky on a rubberband skinny
I pull up laughing at another man 20's (ha)
Yep the yunger man i run the dam city
I gotta pocket fulla hundreds fifty's rubberband 20's
Peep the shoes these is huge
Im probably on the service road nigga speeding in cruise
I bleed and bruise of reaching fools
So dont reach
u aint talking bout money then dont speak
Dont preach church don wan taught me that
The bitches had me gone but the money brought me back
Im seeing crome and i do them runs flat
President tent front back
Man i wish them old b p's come back but i roll on em
Hundrend spoke big d's tripple gold homie
No homie my rims aint twizzles
But dont get it twisted them is 26's
[hook 2X]
[verse 3 - chingy]
Vroom vroom hear me start it up
Let the louis vuitton interior soak plus
With the red piping
got 2 ho's diking
Dirty try to jack me yes i'll bust
Got cars and trucks
All type of stuff
And a h3t if that aint enough
Bout to hit the park with a 12 pack getting drunk
Hataz breaking they neck cause they know whats up
Im posted up with 4 toasters bra
Test me faget if u think im a joke to ya
All my cats ride big in the lou u know
Should be against the law the way i floss sew me ho
B-a-l-l-a me
Giovanni keep these walls going crazy
Big baby im the same g
Add another tre to that 23 cuz
[hook 2X]
chingy - a shoulder
A Shoulder
i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt
right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt
the time ain't not fit the crime
but suicide's not the key
reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
sometimes i feel stressed out but (they ain?) drinkin quarts
keep mah chest out
many ways of the world keep me swirled on what's the best route
maybe i died young and cookin provide none
plenty hustle for fake not to own an ride, dumb
the world is all game do small thangs get small change
lace up ya shoes make moves an let ya balls hang
too many sit back an say how did he git that
the first to have they hand out but last to have they shit crack
without a warnin, you could die tonight an be widout a mournin
the sun don't shine all the time nigga widout a stormin
smokin to maintain tryin to come up off knot
a damn thang, its a damn shame its fun to get done in this damn game
so i cry on to get my high on
and the prize but i got my eye on do for self what i rely on shows
i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt
right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt
the time ain't not fit the crime
but suicide's not the key
reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me
stop the pain, please lord, try ta stop the pain
police out to get us
no way they could stop the game
got capone, talk to em on prom night
said he need some herb, tell em stay calm right
i feelin side effects his olda brotha engaged
the cell jail tells sorry for not sendin no mail ale
van gogh wus up wit ja boy fos up
hit 9 times ima rhyme fo miss blatant crimes
yall know what yall be doin
play the role of a g
word out ta git ya
a century no history
the penitentiary not meant for me so i can't go
not meant for you you chose to go but times move slow
don't ever see me it's gettin older, behold the
sorrow tomorrow i got a shoulda
man so what you think they in thurr an we out hurr is gravy
you crazy
the population reslavery
did i forget to rhyme i didn't try to
my partner (cuffs me?) down to die too an ride through
let ya time pass then i will go home
i might be open but i hope i ain't goin capone
i got a shoulda to cry on when ya hurt
right afta you done did yo mutha fuckin dirt
the time ain't not fit the crime
but suicide's not the key
reachin out to my brothas an othas jus like me
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
i'm right here in yo face wid a lendin hand
prison brings the bitch out the toughest man
but you try not to show it, claimin you claustrophobic
convicted can't kick it an when the lights cut off you know it
and gang bangas gettin played out some niggas can't let go
an sit up in they cell laid out
yo life's a constant lesson and everything you wanna do you gotta ask permission
hated to where you livin ima drink it (all for dark?) down to the suds
i got green leaves for (thick stuff?) when i roll up buds
an get fucked up
for (brad code jack?) an others all of em black brothers
hold ya head mothafuckas
my dream is to rap and show you that i care
this song might bring you to tears but life ain't fair
just be on God's side, an pray to our law
to forgive you for your wrong doins before you die
oh why, tell me why, gotta be like this
judges holdin grudges fuck that shit
be kins instead of seekin for revenge
police ain't no beast til yo ass die in
cryin through hell less mah cell get locked
we in jail so this muthafucka gon get rocked
for rock is there a heaven for a convicted felon
ain't no muthafuckin tellin i wish i could ask my ('cause an friend jeff?)
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda to cryyyy on
lay ya head on me
i'll be right there where you neeeeed
somebody lend me a shoulda
chingy - all aboard
BRIDGE:
Uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh( that train)
Uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh huh (ridinâ??) !! ALL ABOARD!!
VERSE 1:
(Aye) They tell me do it how I do it.(do it) Take no time imma get right to it. (to it)
Imma busy act fluid. (fluid) Make up yo mind.(mind) Baby shake yo behind. (behind) I just wanna see ya move it. (Go)
Dance floor packed(packed) Er body grooving. (Go)
All these classy chicks. Mama you an A student. Cute and Thick. Got me â??bout to loose it. I can see yo A** for evidence and I can prove it.
Ride(ride) Ride that train.(train) Bring that freak out donâ??t hide that thang. Oh my (oh my) her bodyâ??s insane. Got me feeling like DANG! I can have that thang.
Iâ??ll ride the track. All the fine dime pieces where you at? DJ bring it back. I donâ??t know how to act when the party packed.
CHORUS:
Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. 3 (Lets), 2 (Go), 1. All Aboard!!!!!
VERSE 2:
Oh my god again. Her. We got another one. There she go with that coke bottle. Body guns. BANG BANG. When she drop it on down. Doing her Thang Thang. And I canâ??t stop assuming her. She get it in then she run run with it. Break it on down, 911 with it. Dumb dumb did it. Took my fit it. Wink her eye then I go go get it. Aye, I got nothing to say. All she wants is to play. Then I close my eyes and realize that I want this to sway. Get up on the 5â??s. I looked her right in the eyes. We feeling like these feathers stuck together blowing away!
CHORUS:
Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. 3, 2, 1. All Aboard!!!!!
VERSE 2:
Yes sir, Iâ??m looking at her. Let me have that cat I can make it purr. I slur. My words and verbs. Bowling ball legs howâ??d you get those curves? I know you feel it baby yeah I got that urge. Imma waiter and you can get served. 12 shots on the D Iâ??m perve. Get with me get what you deserve. Iâ??ll ride the track. Iâ??ll ride the track. All the fine dime pieces where you at? DJ bring it back. I donâ??t know how to act when the party packed.
BRIDGE:
Uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh( that train)
Uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh (that train) uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh huh (ridinâ??) uh huh huh (ridin)
Lemme see you ride. Lemme see you ride. Lemme see you ride. Lemme see you ride. Lemme see you ride. Lemme see you ride. LEMME SEE YOU RIDE THE TRAIN!!
CHORUS:
Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. Lemme see you ride that train. Ride ride. Lemme see you ride that train. 3, 2, 1. All Aboard!!!!!
chingy - all the way to stlou
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
[BK]and[VST]Team
chingy - bagg up
Bagg Up
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg Up
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg Up
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg Up
Bounce, uh uh, Bounce
Sraight playa baby,
Two rides outside with that OG ride
I'm high but it's all gravy
Snake skins no Timbaland boots get lou
I'll shoot if you try to play me
Get clout when i'm out,
Money what i'm all about
In a world that's soo shady
Peek this Streetness, never had a weekness weeth this.
I do this daily
Follow my whole set, bottles of mo' wet, bet
Until they lay me, 6 feet under dirt
I'm the one with the worth, got hits but don't try to spray me
If i lack keep straps it's a rap gimme dat you can roll wit me
Yeah, maybe
Hey the streets is mine like mix tapes with that MC grind
Don't play crazy (Bagg Up)
Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up
Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg up
My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No?
Then, Bag up
See that Coupe with that Maroon rag up? What? Huh?
Then, Bagg Up
Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up.
Everybody talkin since they see i'm on a roll
Touch what's mine and you gon' end up gettin mowed
Ladies, they love me like they just found a pot of gold
Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe
You can be hot, i'm what you not and thats old
Cold wit the flow, flow wit a cold, sick
Baby say she neva drove a stick
And since she was on top of me, back seat of da 6
It's, goin' down around these parts,
Nobody liked me til' i got the deal so don't start
Is it different? Is it dope? I don't know?
What you rappin about is way too funky for u to smell
What I'm rappin about
Juss Chingy Baby (Bagg Up)
Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up
Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg up
My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No?
Then, Bag up
See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh?
Then, Bagg Up
Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up.
How many MC's must get dissed?
For hatin' on the mvp new draft pick
Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?
I'm sorry, i'm the glitter that your girl seein' gliss
Man with da big fish, I hit, I don't miss
Sorta like Starks shootin' 3's for the Knicks
Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss
In da field, like you fell off a tall clif.
I'm a bully like Dip, I sink yo ship
6 o'clock from the clip if you pop up a lip
It's Chingy Baby (Bagg Up)
Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up
Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg up
My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No?
Then, Bag up
See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh?
Then, Bagg Up
Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up.
Bagg up (4X)
chingy - balla baby
(Intro)
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]
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]
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]
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?
[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.
Niggas 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)
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?
[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]
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 - bring da beef
Bring Da Beef (featuring G.i.b.)
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)
(chorus)
chingy - cadillac door
Yes,
Hey yo, what up
This one for all my homeboys across the world, right, been through some shit.
I know you've all had a lot on your mind, man.
Had a lot of struggles you went through in your life.
Keep your head up dirty.
Chorus 1:
I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left.
I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess...
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
See the star was born.
Don't think nobody notice.
Goin' through these trials and tribulations kept me on focus.
Tried to do a 9-5, but where's the money?
Coming to work damn near bumming, people thinkin' it's funny (haha).
I'm fed up.
Plus my homies sellin' crack doin good.
Now I'm thinking fuck doing it legal bring it back to the hood.
Man it's hell, you see, wasn't no woman there for me.
I ain't got shit but a dream, that's why they chose to ignore me.
Chorus 2x
I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left.
I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess...
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
Hey
Now I'm on the block pumping rocks toting blocks.
Grand-mama on my head, I'm ducking and dodging the cops.
All cuz I'm trying to make a living (living).
Consequences of that:
end up dead or in prison, ain't shit given.
I done struggled too long not to floss and get on.
Imma get it with the double, if not the microphone.
I'm headstrong plus I'm out for those dead presidents.
And the government ain't doing shit for my residence.
Chorus 2x
I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left.
I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess...
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
It's been a long time coming (yeah we struggled)
It's been a bumpy ride (but we gonna make it)
So these wheels will keep on turning (say what)
till the day I die (ride with me fo a minute yall).
(repeat)
Chuch
Now my homies busted and getting shot at it's getting serious.
Plus I'm praying but they breaking down in tears.
See now that I'm on, people think money make you proud.
But I've been struggling trying to come up since I was a child.
Who are you to judge me for my sins and what I did wrong.
I'm trying to live don't my mama singing a sad song.
They say look out for your family and so I try to shurr.
Look Tommy I miss you but I'll see you when I get thurr.
Chorus 2x
I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left.
I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess...
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
Hey, I'm dedicating this song to everybody that lost a loved one, to the people in 9-11, hurricane katrina, all the folks that lost folks that they care about, and if you down yourself, you got somebody that's down, you tryin to bring they spirits up, this for yall man.
I know you can relate to my pain so just feel your boy ching-a-ling man I do this for all yall.
Chuch.
chingy - check my swag
I am the flyest
Nigga around (yea)
You know who it is
Young smooth, jackpot
Chingaling
Chorus (2x):
The phantom 400
You can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie
Luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner
I'ma check yo ass
I'm fresh to death
So baby, check my swag
Check my swag
Check, check my swag (x4)
So baby, check my swag
That Rolls Royce seem to be
Them hoes choice
They love the luxury
Cuz it get em so moist
Navigation one button
Activated by a voice
You can call me the king
Cuz I got so many toys
My favorite designer
Louis Vaton I'ma shiner
Cocky kinda true
As a don big tymer
Rocks will blind ya
Yea
I'm the bomb street grinder
Cocked the niner now
You folks now ya time up
When i'm in LA
Missta chize I rub back
ATL im adjustin' wit a chick
How you love that
Flash 100 large make a bet
Where you scrubs at
I'm the youngest
In charge 26's
Them dubs wack
They spinin 24's
When they sell me
The 'cut back
Real cats get down
Fake cats get mugged rat
Baby got back now
Baby can I rub that
I'ma hustla with clout
Ya dig she dug that
(Chorus 2x)
The phantom 400
You can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie
Luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner
I'ma check yo ass
I'm fresh to death
So baby check my swag
Check my swag
Check, check my swag (4x)
Wanna be my boo
Plus they caked up
Just stay up on ya fashion
Always be draped up
And just know
This ya man about paper
And when I talk listen
Hey, fuck them haters
O you like Shenell
I can take you to meet her
Heels and sandals
Baby you done
Wearin' sneakers
Business I handle heads
Turn when they see us
And if they don't know
We gunna make 'em
Some believers
Juicy Couture
I can see you in that too
Never wear nothing twice
Everything brand new
Keep your hair
Done shape right
And nails nice
Stay flawless in public
If you wanna be my wife
Them other brauds say
But hey get them hoes
But they just mad
Cuz I don't sweat them hoes
Cuz they mad broke
And I get them hoes
My swagga' tight
And my sway penny rolls
(Chorus 2x)
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
Vokal, 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 - 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]
chingy - dem jeans
[JD]
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans
How da how da hell did you get all of that in dem jeans
Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo
Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo
[Chingy]
Prada,Gucci
Tell me what you like
Coach bag
With the shoes
To match
Forget the price
Marc Jacob shades
50 karats all ice
Model in dem jeans for me
Luxuri now thats your life
Thats the type of shit im on
Let me see you get them on
Back it up a bit
Yeah thats it
Cuz I can see your thong
Carmale skin tone
Daum you look like Nia Long
Dont be actin like that lil mama
Cuz I can leave you 'lone
MIx the lime with that Patron
Thats what we drinkin on
SHe wanna go out to eat
But me JD I'm think home
Just so I can see 'em off
But what the hell we both grown
Wearin' dem jean like that
Will make me take trips with you to Rome
Hey now {Hey Hey} Hey now {Hey}
You know they thick from the STL to the A~Town
Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {Hey}
Let me help you with dem jeans
Baby lay down
[Chorus]
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem Jeans
Dem Jeans
How'd you get all that in Dem
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that
(Is you talkin to me?)
Yeah you
I bet you had to jump up and down
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed
Just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby thats whats up
[JD]
Now Now Now
When walkin' girl
And you make it swirl
Its hard for me not to look
And I want you in my world
Bubbled up {ooo}
Pokin out {Hey}
Lickin' my lip sayin
Shawaty swing it my way
Daum ma
How the hell you get all that in
Dem pants ma
Hope you aint up in here with your man ma
I love it when you wiggle it Shake it
Drop it and do your little dance
True Religion, 7's
Or dem rocking Republics
Or the ones that fit the best
ANd show it just how we love it
Know just how to hug it
Know just how to cup it
When you walk away it make me wann rub it
Hey now {HEy Hey} Hey now {HEy}
You know they thick from A~Town down to H~Town
Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {HEy}
Let me help you with dem jeans
Baby lay down
[Chorus]
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem Jeans
Dem Jeans
How'd you get all that in Dem
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that
(Is you talkin to me?)
Yeah you
I bet you had to jump up and down
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed
Just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby thats whats up
chingy - dice game
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
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh
chingy - don t really care
Yes(get it boyz)its ya boy chingy once again(chingaling)represtentin that STL,you kno wut im sayin,trackstarz,got to adresse these issues wit these ol fake ass niggaz and bitches dirty yo
[chorusx2]
i dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me
[verse 1]
im tha same cat tho some of yall
changed before 106 and park i was stuck
in tha grane see these record labels and
exzits got me insane,mo money mo,now
watch how my money grow, and all
these wack rappaz i gorge em real
slow,yea i slung blow,hung on tha
fo,cocked 44's and kicked down
dooz,robbed liquor stoze,threw my
bowz,dealt wit cats who put shit in they
noze,at tha age 8 i wuz ridin in a
rolls,bitches stay mad,cuz i aint tha
dad,of they child,but bitch look herr dat
1 and park wild
[chorusx2]
i dont really care if yall niggaz hate me (go head)cuz im out herr hustil gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me
[verse 2]
all i do is listen to headphones and get
on airplanes,one album made me rich i
know it aint a ferr game(nuh uh), i aint
got no sperr change,me and my cats
your thang(4's up),ya twinz get on ya
kneez tell me whats on your brain,we
hop in tha range,wit them rimz dat
move,im a mechanic couse i keep them
handy man toolz,hommie i cant lose i
choose to crush crewz(crush em)come at
me sidewayz get yo,peanut bruised,all i
eva wanted was a house on the hillz,but
how i end up wit 4 carz, 4 braudz and 4
mill(thats right)
[chorusx2]
i dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby, i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you play me
[verse 3]
i gotta few friendz,i gotta few
endz,enough to buy dat blue benz wit
alot of blue trim,yes some new
rimz,spreewellz do spin,berry blue ginn
mixed wit cherr coke hynn,i passed tha
dope men,the crack house juss got
broke in,us they provokin,leave pistols
smokin,they choze me to play tha game
herr go my token,no bring no men,come
to my show then,see dont cha head be
open from tha lead im throwin u gon die
from chockin wit slow wind,im doin this
one herr, on the strenth of yo sins,if ya
talk shit,hommie check dis no win,the
IRS gotta tab and i owe them,my
peeps,hand out to so now i got no
friendz, tha streets tellin em watch it and
i aint jokin,for my son to have a future
dats what in hopin..soo
[chorusx4]
i dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head) cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me
chingy - don t worry
[Talking-Chingy]
Heh What's up? You ain't been talking to me for a couple of days, but its all good. I just wanted to let you know that I
know I do some things that's wrong, you do some things that wrong, you know what I'm saying? We ain't perfect, we all make
mistakes, na na hold on I'm talking to you don't just be trying to leave and stuff like that I'm talking to you, I'm
trying to make things better for me and you
[Chorus-Janet Jackson]
Just me and you, oooo chingy, don't matter what we go through
Just me and you, we don't need no body else,
Just me and you, oooo chingy, I'ma always be down for you
Just me and you, so don't worry bout a damn thing
[Verse 1-Chingy]
Now that we together girl the lights so bright, it took a lil time but now the feelings so right, remember when I snuck
thru your window at night, bring you flowers and candy, me and you sipping on brandy, plus I appreciate the love on sight,
huggin' me holdin' me fixed dinner so polite, even when these trippin pigs weas tryin to sue me forget about friends and
family you the one that knew me. The way you smile at me keep me feelin alright, this ain't about fur, fancy cars or ice
so I'm dedicating this to my female friend, sincerely yours words cant express my feelings within
[Chorus Repeat]
[Verse 2-Chingy]
We human so we gunna 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 wont bout it, I'm thinking bout the times when you
flew to my house, don't I give you everything you want this man aint a mouse. Am I cheatin' hell naw hope you got no
doubts, rose peddles in the tub baby unbutton that blouse better yet come on you hungry lets eat at Mr. Chows. know you
love me when you mad, you don't get loud, so I'm dedicating this to my female friend, sincerely yours words cant express
my feelings within
[Chorus Repeat]
[Verse-Chingy]
I like you style, your grace, your beautiful face, your essences. Your size, your shape this beautiful place of blessin,
your weight, your waist, your delicious taste perfection, your height, your sight, with my life as your protection. So
sweet like candy, lets raise a family in Miami where the beach so sandy toast to campaign glasses you ami, your scent like
the smell fresh air of a leaf and for you I go over my budget no I ain't cheep can stop grinding till I get er record to
the top just know that your on my mind er second on the clock tick-tock, if you ever need help scream and I'll come
running for my life to trade it in for your dreams
[Chorus Repeat]
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