Chingy Jackpot - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Chingy Jackpot
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
{This is another Track Star production}

Ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
Ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
Ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
Ohh, ohh, who am I?

Chingy
(What's up?)
Why yo eyes so chinky?
(I dunno)
Is it because you've been smokin' and drinkin'?
(Maybe so)
I've been thinkin'
(Huh?)
Maybe you come get me
(And do what?)
Run out of town, then take me home and eat me
(Okay)

Chingy
(What's up?)
Why yo eyes so chinky?
(I dunno)
Is it because you've been smokin' and drinkin'?
(Maybe so)
I've been thinkin'
(Huh)
Maybe you come get me
(And do what?)
Run out of town, then take me home and eat me
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Chingy, Chingy, Chingy, Chingy, Chingy)
(Okay)

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, huh
Phat stop you know that's hot, huh
Mack spinnin' wit the piece in my pocket
People hop out, I'm releasin' a rocket
(Rap, Rap)
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 your heavy waiters better watch it
Vokal, yea, rock it
Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin' hot quick
Quit 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, dirty watch this

Chingy
(What's up?)
Why yo eyes so chinky?
(I dunno)
Is it because you've been smokin' and drinkin'?
(Maybe so)
I've been thinkin'
(Huh)
Maybe you come get me
(And do what?)
Run out of town, please take me home and eat me
(Okay)

Chingy
(What's up?)
Why yo eyes so chinky?
(I dunno)
Is it because you've been smokin' and drinkin'?
(Maybe so)
I've been thinkin'
(Huh)
Maybe you come get me
(And do what?)
Run out of town, then take me home and eat me
(While I have to [inaudible])
Okay

They tell me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rush
No, everything I do is top secret, that's on the hush
(Shh)
Cat handlin' hard in the city, makin' women blush
(Alright)
From three one four to six one seven, gotta give it up
(Gotta give it up)
Treat my women like a structure, workers work the streets
Twirk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feet
Hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night
(Night)
Hear the slots ring all night
(Night)
But if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all night
(Night)
We keep Atlanta throwin' bows
(Bows)
And New Orleans, we got the thugs showin golds
(Golds)
Take it to New York, and party at Madison Square
We'll hit Cali' and smash a model chick wit long hair
No hatin' on my part
(Part)
Let the ceremony start
(Start)
Crowd around us somethin' new, sittin' on top of the arch
(Arch)
STL, where I dwell, north side of the streets
(Dwell)
(Streets)
They keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uhh

Chingy
(What's up?)
Why yo eyes so chinky?
(I dunno)
Is it because you've been smokin' and drinkin'?
(Maybe so)
I've been thinkin'
(Huh)
Maybe you come get me
(And do what?)
Run out of town, please take me home and eat me
Okay

Chingy
(What's up?)
Why yo eyes so chinky?
(I dunno)
Is it because you've been smokin' and drinkin'?
(Maybe so)
I've been thinkin'
(Huh)
Maybe you come get me
(And do what?)
Run out of town, then take me home and eat me
(Okay)

Uh, I got tired of being a broke dog
(Faa sho)
Ice sleeve won't you pass me some smoke dog
Can I come up without jealousy?
"You ain't gon' make it", what they tellin' me
(Yea, right)
So I showed them, it ain't that hard
(Hard)
Can't play me, because I ain't got a whole card
(Card)
Got lee way in my hometown
(STL)
No more jokin' because it's on now
Who gon' stop, me not a soul
(Soul)
Strap in now let's roll
(Roll)
Keep it real, what ever I do
(Do)
Got's up Keith, comin' from you
Squash that, mind ya own, beats
It's a new ching, in the streets
(It's a)
Watch ya step, or I'll ruin ya rep
(Step)
(Rep)
Now let's get it like Puff and G-Deep

Chingy
(What's up?)
Why yo eyes so chinky?
(I dunno)
Is it because you've been smokin' and drinkin'?
(Maybe so)
I've been thinkin'
(Huh)
Maybe you come get me
(And do what?)
Run out of town, please take me home and eat me
(Okay)

Chingy
(What's up?)
Why yo eyes so chinky?
(I dunno)
Is it because you've been smokin' and drinkin'?
(Maybe so)
I've been thinkin'
(Huh)
Maybe you come get me
(And do what?)
Run out of town, please take me home and eat me
(Okay)

Ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
Ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
Ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
Ohh, ohh
Who am I?

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Bagg Up - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Bagg Up
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Howard Bailey, Curtis Mayfield, D Blake

Lyric:
(Baggy up)
bounce, bounce, bounce then
(Baggy up)
bounce, bounce, bounce then
(Baggy up)
bounce, bounce, bounce then
(Baggy up)
bounce, bounce
(Huh, huh)

Straight play a baby, two 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
Six 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 M C grind
Don't play crazy

(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
Cold with the blod, clod with the gold
Sick, baby say she never drove a stick
Until she was on top of me, backseat of the six
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

(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

How many M C's must get dissed
For hatin' on that mvp new draft pick?
Don't it look like hundred 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' three'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 young ship
Six apart from the clip if ya pop at the lip, its clingy baby

(Baggy up)
Gimme some room when I pull that jag up
Bounce, bounce then
(Baggy up)
My pockets all sole is that what yo mad few'?
Huh go on, then
(Baggy up)
See that coupe wit the maroon rag up
What? huh? then
(Baggy up)
Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us, baggy up

(Bagg up)
(Bagg up)
(Bagg up)
...

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He'S Herre - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: He'S Herre
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
He's here
He is here
Is he really?

Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
From the leg down
He is here
Is he really?
Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
Just pray to God, I don't give up

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 you 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

Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
From the leg down
He is here
Is he really?
Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
Just pray to God, I don't get you

Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
From the leg down
He is here
Is he really?
Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
Just pray to God, I don't get you

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 'em up
Wake them up, break 'em up
Taking crust shake 'em 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 closet, 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
They 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

Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
From the leg down
He is here
Is he really?
Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
Just pray to God, I don't get you

Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
From the leg down
He is here
Is he really?
Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
Just pray to God, I don't get you

Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
From the leg down
He is here
Is he really?
Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
Just pray to God, I don't get you

Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
From the leg down
He is here
Is he really?
Don't be discouraged now
Got it made now
Just pray to God, I don't get you

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Sample Dat Ass - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Sample Dat Ass
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
Chingy and Murph Durph
Uh

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

The club be packed, hey, send me a bottle of that
It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, Superfly, Mac
I'm in the back getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matter of fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
This ain't a strip club, but she act like it
Ever seen in her, bowling pins dawg, she stacked like it

Now I'm at the bar, chicks treating me like a star
In my face, asking questions, and can they ride in my car
I'm law, so authorities can't pin me for shit
Hey baby, see me and you, we can pack it up and split
Let's go, forget Motel 6, we can go to the Mariott
I see it in her eyes, man, a girl getting very hot
I'm packing like a 357, so I keep Magnums
Keep it real, 'cause you will never find out if you don't ask em
Is we tagging?

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

If your ass is fat and you know it, clap your hands
Wearing those pants, I'll be damned if I'm miss my chance to advance
I'm in a tan, what's the name, I own some whatchamacallits
They keep spinning and spinning, hey man, what do you call it?
Got a 1-5 jersey, on the go with them wheels
Look at it wiggle wiggle, she say it's all in the heels
You a damn lie girl, I think it's all in the skills
And for real, I think you practicing on what pay the bills

You be confused man, I look picky as Hell
Never trust a big butt, that smile like Ricky Bell
What the Hell? Murphy rather pay to get out of jail
'Cause if she tell me to pay, somebody better pay my bail
Matta fact, I'm a pay myself, my own money
Mr. Long Money, even after I loan money
I own honey's mentals man, I'm in they mouth so much
God damn, I pay for dental plans, man

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

Get it, get it girl, it's your world, I'm a squirrel
Searching for a nut, so more than scissors, I cut
You can be a slut, hoochie lady, or housewife
A real man gon' want to hit it, it's hanging out, right?
Ladies don't get offended, when he tell you that you're thick
And he wouldn't mind coming over, about six
If you like the smooth, let him, you don't dig em? Don't sweat 'em
You want 'em? Play like your panties and T-shirt and let 'em wet 'em

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

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

Let me get a sample of that ass
I ain't mystical, but girl, shake it fast
(Don't stop, get it, get it)
You think I can come over and smash?
Do what you do
(Don't stop, get it get it)

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

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Juice - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Juice
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
Whats up y'all? Its Chingy slot a lot in tha house
We got jackpot the pimp in the back
Hey wats up young playas?
We came here today, to address a certain issue
That all you young playas need to kno' about for real

Juice these hoes, what? Juice these hoes, say it!
All my playas grab their nuts and juice these hoes, come on
Juice these hoes, what? Juice these hoes, say it!
All my playas grab their nuts and juice these hoes
You tell her, trick get back, uh trick get back
You tell her, trick get back, for ya ass get smacked
You tell her, trick get back, what trick get back
You tell her, trick get back, for ya head get cracked

You can't fool me hoe, with that movie star role
Take your 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, thats why I diss ya
I'mma paint a picture didn't dem gang hit ya
Now you want me to play Suga Daddy off fit ya
Crazy as a mental patient in a wheelchurr
Take that weave out and go get some real hurr
Lets play truth of durr
Is it true that you gave head in tha phone booth
Girl that shit ain't cute, but aww you don't curr
When I'm out I see you shurr
I don't wanna fuck I wanna get in them pockets
By reverse psychology ain't too furr
I claim hip my set ya strip, I check my grip
Trick, send out them lips and them hips
Hoe you can't get a dolla from me, not one dolla
A playa is yo man to be, dats me
You are the weakest link girl you I dont need
Go on bout business
All my cats won't ya say it with me

Juice these hoes, what? Juice these hoes, say it!
All my playas grab their nuts and juice these hoes, come on
Juice these hoes, what? Juice these hoes, say it!
All my playas grab their nuts and juice these hoes
You tell her, trick get back, uh trick get back
You tell her, trick get back, for ya ass get smacked
You tell her, trick get back what trick get back
You tell her, trick get back, for ya head get cracked

Done wit that depressiments young minded aggresive shit
Cats seein' to touch her clit, really don't kno who you messin' wit
Yall this ain't no sexual shit, huh disrepectful bitch
Take a look at my neck a lace
Betta' than what you get up for breakfast
You can let them passers hit
Till you reach my measurments neva dealt wit pressure pimp
Advertizing don't neva simp girls talk doods do it
I ain't herre to impress a chick, my lesson is neva sweat a chick
Put 'em up first like leadament I'm a better rich
She betta then girl lets freak than exit chick
She like to be rubbed with Paniten
Talk what she like and get a answer
Hoe you can't get a dolla from me, not one dolla
A playa is yo man to be, dats me
You are the weakest link girl you I dont need
Go on bout business
All my cats won't ya say it with me

Juice these hoes, what? Juice these hoes, say it!
All my playas grab their nuts and juice these hoes, come on
Juice these hoes, what? Juice these hoes, say it!
All my playas grab their nuts and juice these hoes
You tell her, trick get back, uh trick get back
You tell her, trick get back, for ya ass get smacked
You tell her, trick get back what trick get back
You tell her, trick get back, for ya head get cracked

They did us so many times I gotta do these hoes
Quit lookin' at me all funny I don't curr if you these hoes
This is how I view these hoes came to choose these hoes
Use these hoes for what they worth then lose these hoes
They filled with two piece hoes I know that you see o's
In my check book and my net is usually froze
I like a groupie hoe just come to me show
Hit and run wit out child support
Now sue me hoe, 'cuz
Hoe you can't get a dolla from me, not one dolla
A playa is yo man to be, dats me
You are the weakest link girl you I dont need
Go on bout business
All my cats won't ya say it with me

Juice these hoes, what? Juice these hoes, say it!
All my playas grab their nuts and juice these hoes, come on
Juice these hoes, what? Juice these hoes, say it!
All my playas grab their nuts and juice these hoes
You tell her, trick get back, uh trick get back
You tell her, trick get back, for ya ass get smacked
You tell her, trick get back what trick get back
You tell her, trick get back, for ya head get cracked

Juice these hoes, what? Juice these hoes, say it!
All my playas grab their nuts and juice these hoes, come on
Juice these hoes, what? Juice these hoes, say it!
All my playas grab their nuts and juice these hoes
You tell her, trick get back, uh trick get back
You tell her, trick get back, for ya ass get smacked
You tell her, trick get back what trick get back
You tell her, trick get back, for ya head get cracked

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Holidae In - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Holidae In
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Christopher Bridges, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
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

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin, at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Peeps call me up said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor, there's already eight shawties
I'm on my 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 270 the Natural Bridge road
I'm already blowed, get thurr I'm a get blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Vallet 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 B.E.T?"

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 here, I heard em whispering
Talking about, "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

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin, at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Ma, showed up, "Hey, 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, actin' 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 the camera
Then I thought about, no footage as I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin' like they from an island

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin, at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender bittles

Doctor 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
Fo 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 Inn

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin, at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, disturbing the peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes

Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, some D S O P
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky

And we gone do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking 'bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah, we ain't doing nothing but chillin'

We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you

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Right Thurr Remix - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Right Thurr Remix
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, S Daugherty, Jermaine Dupri

Lyric:
Ah y'all we gon' get it right herre, this the remix
Trackstars, oh, oh, oh
Disturbing Tha Peace, So Def, yeah, Chingy, the J.D
Let's do it

I like the way you do that right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin' let down ya hairr
And I like the way you do that right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin' that make me starre

Girl, why you do dat right thurr?
She so bad, I'm constantly getting calls from da mayorr
I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo' thurr curr
Her man defendin' her like a lawyer so bewarre

So dudes be handcuffin' but dirrty that ain't fairr
I wanna bet she got da bomb like a terrrorist
She wit it I'll hit it though but I ain't thinking 'bout marrriage
I love these honeys, might as well call me Papa Bearrr

Girl, you know you looking good, good
Hey, don't I know you from da hood, hood
You say you wouldn't when you would, would
Now take it off you know you should, should
Now twist around fo me

I like the way you do that right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin' let down ya hairr
I like the way you do that right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin' that make me starre

I like the way you do that right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin' let down ya hairr
And I like the way you do that right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin' that make me starre

Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre
House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr
Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk
I'ma flirt 'til it hurt in a throwback skirt

I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez
Rocks on my wrist like Pink Lemonade
Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls
Lil' mama rockin' strings and Chanel Pearls

I'm back for my crown fake, bitches bow down
This the remix, what you wanna do now?
I know you like the way we do this over herre
Get loose in da club like we just don't carre

I like the way you do that right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin' let down ya hairr
I like the way you do that right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin' that make me starre

I like the way you do that right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin' let down ya hairr
I like the way you do that right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin' that make me starre

I'm from the city wherre they do that right thurr the most
Out-a-towners come around and straight over dose
Where the hips sing to ya and swing like, bump, bump, bump
Like you done walked into a B2K concert, mann

Back out legs showin' talkin' like mann
Who got the drink and where the party at tonight damn
That's when they start that backing it up on ya homie
And that's a feelin' you just can't fight

We fired up off that Hypnotic and Hennessey
She can't keep her motherfuckin' hands off me
We both in the club, high bouncing to the beat
When she turn around this is what I told her

I like the way you do that right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin' let down ya hairr
I like the way you do that right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin' that make me starre

I like the way you do that right thurr
Switch ya hips when ya walkin' let down ya hairr
I like the way you do that right thurr
Lick ya lips when ya talkin' that make me starre

I like that, I like that
I like that, I like that Trackstars
Oh, oh, oh, do what you do

I like that, I like that
I like that, I like that [Incomprehensible]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, do what you do

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Gettin' It - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Gettin' It
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
Unh unh, unh chingy, gettin' it, yeah unh, unh
Hope you know how to get it
'Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, it's like this

We gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it all my hustlers are
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it just so you could start

Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it all my ladies are
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it just so you could start
Gettin' it

I'm on top of my game droppin' the flame
My name, got me dodgin' the fame
Watchin' the dames, surround us when we poppin' champagne
Coppin' the range plus thems got it dropped on them thangs

Flossin's a shame I'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin'
Then I'm throwin' Iowa, back stage girls are shoutin'
Haters hate, but it alright if it's a race then we won
Took some years, to get here, now mama, look atcha' son

Blastin' em witout a gun just a mic and some beat
No mo' eatin' where it's cheap adjustin' to fine meat
Women lookin' like that's him like they seen the Pope
Wallet full of crispy bills now I'm never goin' broke 'cuz I'm

Gettin' it we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it all my hustlers are
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it just so you could start

Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it all my ladies are
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it just so you could start
Gettin' it

Breakin' niggaz wit the flow movin' faster than Flo Jo
Floatin' through the three by four rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough talk to my dirty mo'
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy so

Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go pern yo
Painted bracelet, can't you taste it more powerful than the matrix
Cats they get dropped from they label I'm here now, now they in basics

Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then it's crazy
'Bout to have this industry doin' for me it's like it's slavery
To my ladies get it daily shit I'll see you ladies
Still dippin' they gotta say but you still gotta pay me

My daddy had her for what canary yellow on some other
Now I got a Bentley livin' a legacy, the same brother
We some docka, he won't stop us better learn, listen and watch us
Don't worry 'bout a thang smooth C ooh, see I gotcha

Gettin' it we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it all my hustlers are
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it just so you could start

Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it all my ladies are
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it just so you could start
Gettin' it

We're gettin' in, the lou, twenty-twos, on old school
They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules
They gettin' it in Chicago playas holdin' it down
They gettin' it in New Orleans bouncin' to my sound

They gettin' it in New York keep it gutta, they love it
They gettin' it in Boston cats get wild in the public, shit
They gettin' it in Detroit thuggin', ballin' and spendin'
They gettin' it in Milwaukee buck wild corners they bangin'

They gettin' it in Caley high rollin' and bangin'
They gettin' it in Atlanta thorities watchin' me drankin'
They gettin' it in Las Vegas them team heard of slots
They gettin' it in Virginia cats mobbin' up they flop

Gettin' it we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it all my hustlers are
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it just so you could start

Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it all my ladies are
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it
I'm gettin' it, we gettin' it just so you could start

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Represent - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Represent
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Sandimanie Howard Bailey, Shamar Daugherty, Epp

Lyric:
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, westside, southside, eastside)
On my side ain't nothing but hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, northside, eastside, southside)
On my side ain't nothing but gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'

Gangsta as a Cadillac DeVille wit fo's
This for all my thundercats that feel my flow
To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya O's
Catch a bellin' down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho
In ya top piece, suburb mart, ya not street
I know fools from Wilson that'll whack ya, ya got beef
Used to go to Skate King back when bangin' was in
And if the fiends ain't have 20, we would slang it for 10

Drankin' the gin, posted on the corners at night
Sparkin' pound while my homies in the street, slap fight
Ride bikes, patrolin' the hood, keepin' out cops
Regals and drops, reppin' 'cuz beak in my block
Wild like rocks, my mentality got from my pops
And saints, bustin' back in '90 hope you got from the shots
Put it down for the town and I gang wit us
St. Louis did it derty, throw yo hood up did you know we from the

(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side ain't nothing but hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side ain't nothing but gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side ain't nothing but playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side ain't nothing but thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'

Tity-Boi, Southside, bad limp, fo' 5's on the hip
Don't know why I'm known to slip when I get high
One time but no more, won't sleep until the morg
Somebody need to take the trash out and I'ma do the chores
Softer than a cactus, put it on like actors
Hustle in the shadows on the bricks and they couldn't catch us
Gat still tucked, in my waist by my price time
'Cuz my chain hang so low my charm bang wit my pipe line

Walk around, all day wit this beam like it's night time
You can see 'em a mile away, but it'll touch ya from blind side
Flipped it, first to finsih to the car, that's a nice ride
Dig it, they spin they puchase round here they get kite high
Deal it, it's my description, my picture, my composure plot
This is how I get through 2 d's, niggaz
My side we ride my crew's, iller, iller

Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side ain't nothing but hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side ain't nothing but gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side ain't nothing but playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side ain't nothing but thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'

Who done bust through the vapon yeah I'm hopin' to fight
Start a brawl, I'll shut that bitch down on openin' night
Let's fate, pull the bitches titties start on them dipes
'Cause we leavin' wit some hoes and yeah we startin' wit dykes
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand if you holdin' that bank
I got the game on lock, you barely a holdin' tank
Get drunk, get to shootin bust the whole club out
Us thugs out, I'm tryin' to dumb out, 'til I get drunk out

That's just the way I am, don't look down on me
My gun's a open bar, free rounds on me
And I'm an eastside nigga so I ain't no punk
I make the crowd get it crunk and do the eastside stomp
Young Chingy let 'em know, that the deal is a fool
And I'm a carpenter's dream, I'm in love wit the tools
Lay low when the heat bust, off in the air
DTP, Cris Squad and we runnin' this here, it go

(Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
On my side ain't nothing but hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
On my side ain't nothing but gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side ain't nothing but playas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
(Eastside, Southside, Westside)
On my side ain't nothing but thugs baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'

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Right Thurr - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Right Thurr
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, S Daugherty

Lyric:
Uh, hey dirty
(What)
Look at that girl right thurr
(Oh)
She make me say
Ooh, ooh
(Yea)
Ooh, ooh
(Hey)
Do what you do
(C'mon boy)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like the way you look in them pants, said ya fine
(Fine)
Your momma a quarter piece, she far from a dime
(Dime)
The type of girl that'll getcha up and go make you grind
(Grind)
I'm thinkin' 'bout snatchin' her up, dirty, makin' her mine
Look at her hips
(What?)
Look at her legs, ain't she stacked?
(Stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind hittin' that from the back
(Back)
I like it when I touch it cuz she moan a l'il bit
Jeans saggin' so I can see her thong l'il bit
I know your grown a l'il bit, twenty years old, you legal
Don't trip off my people, just hop in the Regal
I swooped on her like an eagle swoopin' down on its pray
I know your popular, but you gon'be famous today
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Say)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Ah)
(Make me sturr)

She be stoppin' in Frontenac
Just look at her front to back
Man she so stacked and she know that I want that
Her man, he's so whack, girl can I taste yo khaki
For three hundred to strip, like buyin' a throwback
She stayin' the club
(Club)
I can be seein' she got it honest
In real life girl remind me of Pocahontas
She be at events
(Yea)
So I'm impressed when she pass
(Yea)
All the high rollin' cats wanna pay for that
(Aah)
Ain't no half steppin'
(Steppin')
Strapped wit a nice weapon
(Weapon)
Trick, it's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen her dirty, your mouth gon' drop
Worldwide fools probably tell you this off tops
(Ah, ah, ah)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like it when she doin' that
(C'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back
(Ooh)
(Say it)
Ooh
(Uh huh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
(Uh huh)
Do what you do
(Woo)

I like it when she doin' that
(Aah)
(C'mon)
Plus I like it when she bring it back
(Say it)
Ooh
(Uh huh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
(Uh huh)
Do what you do
(Woo)

Gimme what you go for a pork chop
(Uh)
She threw it at me like I was a short stop
(Uh)
Twerkin' in a phatty girl halter top
Then she back it for me and let it drop
(Drop)
Make it hop
(Boing)
Like a bunny
(Bunny)
Girl can I touch you where it's sunny
Or a purse and make you give her some money
She should pose for Sports Illustrated
It's like a picture perfect site
When she pass all the other girls hate it
(But I)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Swing your hips when your walkin', let down your hurr
(Down your hurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
(Aah)
Lick your lips when your talkin' that make me sturr
(Make me sturr)

I like that
(Uh huh)
I like that
(Uh huh)
I like that
(Uh huh)
I like that
(Track stars)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Do what you do
I like that
(Yea)
I like that
(Yea)
I like that
(Yea)
I like that
(Chingy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Do what you do

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Madd @ Me - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Madd @ Me
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Christopher Bridges, Shamar Daugherty, Pharrell Williams, Mason Betha

Lyric:
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain
Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range
Pass by don?t speak to the hatas
House got marble floors and escalators

Stayed Gd'up sharp as a razor
Guess they ain?t neva seen a playa
My girl in Luis that and Fendi this

Ain?t my fault, smooth
Can?t eve ride down the street without somebody screamin'
The woman love me and even the fellas be teamin'
But see I hate male groupies, so jus steop the hell off
Look but don?t touch as I bail off, handle, wheel, and the clutch
I love what I?m doin' why don't you support me and stop the hate
If I gave you 50 G's to shut up, you?d be straight
Sike, it won?t happen

Look hurr I ain?t jus rappin'
I make it happen, like a captain, 2nd to none, I?m draftin'
Holdin' my own, I?m grown and do what I choose to
Ya like the Blueberry Bentley
Though I ain?t hurr to amuse you
I got a safe in a place you will prolly never find it
Bein mad at me like bein' mad at the game
I designed it

They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain
Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range
Pass by don?t speak to the hatas
House got marble floors and escalators

Stayed Gd'up sharp as a razor
Guess they ain?t neva seen a playa
My girl in Luis that and Fendi this

Ay, look at the rims on that car
Uh, dubs rub the cizzurb
Got the drink and izzerb
Floatin' thought the city, man I gottz leave the subizzurb
Man, with the TV's and the wood expand, front to back
Plus and that flat flask black max, in the trunk you pump
Never take what I earn
Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn

Catch me in the quarter fallin' wit the triple arm
Hoppin' out G?d up, dangling my DTP charm
Gotta get in and I?m wit it, it?s a must
I talk it, you see that gold
If you want it, it?s a must, you walk it
Baby blue Benz, old school
74 hoe next to the blue and grey Rolls
Wit the blue and grey doles, yea

They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain
Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range
Pass by don?t speak to the hatas
House got marble floors and escalators

Stayed Gd'up sharp as a razor
Guess they ain?t neva seen a playa
My girl in Luis that and Fendi this

Yo, national bridge, I?m headin' to
Uh, O?Fallon mark the spot
On Sunday Buck be heated
'Cuz we peep 2s that?ll make you need to live or treat it
I hustle wit the raps like ounces of crack
Weigh it to my playa, sharp fools play it up
Never let a freak stroll, keep hoes on hold
Jus to talk to me, exciting like the Rams Superbowl

And I put that on goals if I don?t blow now
I?ma repo this whole industry and it's gon go down
W?sup wit it
See me glow in the dark
Catch me in the Northwest plaza buyin' up the large
I paid my dues, don?t get mad, jus' let me ball
When they see lil Howard they gon be like naaaawww

They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain
Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range
Pass by don?t speak to the hatas
House got marble floors and escalators

Stayed Gd'up sharp as a razor
Guess they ain?t neva seen a playa
My girl in Luis that and Fendi this

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Leave Wit Me - Lyrics - Powerballin' - Chingy

Title: Leave Wit Me
Album: Powerballin'
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Howard Bailey, Robert Kelly, Matthew Vudu Mcallister

Lyric:
Baby don't you want to leave this VIP
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room keys
Sex, red bull and belve, we be like

I pull up on the light and I fell up in the spot
Saint Louis can't talk tryin' to find somethin' hot
Drink in my hand hundreds in my pocket
I don't curr if he ur man understand I'm ur profit

It's 2:39, we should leave by 3
We can stroll around an' go get something to eat
Outside I got a flat drop, you hungry?
Round your girls up and we can all go to I hop

You prolly think I'm tryna cut and maybe you're right
You don't like one night stands? Well baby the night
I got a presidential suite at the Ritz
Everything on me, huh ain't that a hushhhhh

Baby don't you want to leave this VIP
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room keys
Sex, red bull and belve, we be like

You actin' like you don't hurr me, come nurr me quick
Bacon, and take a puff of this green from Jamaica
Just bought a new yacht with 4 rooms and a bar
No you're not that used to bein' around a hood star

My papa told me good girls always go fast
So if I touch her right thurr ain't no need to get mad
I could take you from the club to paradise
Used to my chicks, I like them thick plus naughty and nice

The way you sweep me off my feet, you should be a broom
The way you smell, shoulda had ur own perfume
So knock knock
Who's thurr?
Jackpot
Tthat's hot

Ran with the old head so, fuck the sex
Do it tickle when I lick your neck better get you wet
Lookin' at your sexy ass make me wanna write a check

Baby don't you want to leave this VIP
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room keys
Sex, red bull and belve, we be like

I know she like it from the back and from the front
I know you like it off the yak and on the blunt
I know you wanna ride around lets go 'bout the town
You know you claim of bein' on top an goin' down

So show a little somethin'
Whisper in my ear and let me know a little somethin'
You workin' that body
Well throw a little something over here where I'm at

Girl I got too much pride to be chasin' the cat
But I like how that lingerie fit
Shit, I got enough game to hit Queen Elizabeth
My blood blue so you know I'm royalty
I'm through with catering to all you girls spoil me, you did

Baby don't you want to leave this VIP
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room keys
Sex, red bull and belve, we be like

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

Baby don't you want to leave this VIP
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room keys
Sex, red bull and belve, we be like

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Check My Swag - Lyrics - Hate It Or Love It - Chingy

Title: Check My Swag
Album: Hate It Or Love It
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Howard Earl Bailey, Michael Davis

Lyric:
I am the flyest nigga around, yeah
You know who it is
Young, smooth, jackpot, Chingaling, yeah

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
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag

Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag

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

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 Vuitton, I'ma shiner
Cocky, kinda true as a don big timer
Rocks will blind ya, yeah, I'm the bomb street grinder
Cocked the niner now, you folks now, ya time up

When I'm in L.A., Mista Chize I rub back
ATL, I'm 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 spinnin' 24?s when they sell me the ?cut back
Real cats get down, fake cats get mugged, rat
Baby got back now, no mama, can I rub that?
I'ma hustla with clout, ya dig? She dug that

The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag

Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag

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
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag

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

Oh, you like Shennel, 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 gonna make 'em some believers

Juicy Couture, I can see you in that too
Never wear nothing twice, everything brand new
Hey, keep your hair done shape right and nails nice
Stay flawless in public if you wanna be my wife

Them other broads say but, hey let them hoe
They just mad because I don?t sweat them hoes
'Cuz they mad broke and I get them hoes
My swagga? tight and my sway penny rolls

The phantom 400 you can check the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, fresh to death, so baby, check my swag

Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag
Check my swag, check, check my swag

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

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20 &Amp; Nate Dogg - I Like That - Lyrics - Houston &Amp; Chingy &Amp; I

Title: 20 &Amp; Nate Dogg - I Like That
Artist: Houston &Amp; Chingy &Amp; I
Composer(s): Mischke Butler, Alonzo Lee, Steve Prudholme, Houston Summers, Howard Bailey, Nathaniel Hale, Shamar Daugherty, Bobby Sandimanie

Lyric:
Houston, bounce
Yeah, I like that
Chingaling, bounce
Nate Dogg, I 20
Trackstars
Yeah, I like that

Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh
Whoa, ooh, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl, twirk that back, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl freak that back

Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh
Whoa, ooh, whoa
I like that, I like that
That's where the money at, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl, freak that back

Houston, bust straight through, I see me, I see you
Your body's callin', I'ma blow yo back out
I'll show you put ya hands up
Shake it fast on me, I'm tha pimp you need
10 G's in tha pocket and I'm ready to roll
I'm on fire like a rocket and I'm ready to blow

Don't stop, get ready drop
Turn around and make it pop
Ahh, don't stop, girl just drop

Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh
Whoa, ooh, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl, twirk that back, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl freak that back

Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh
Whoa, ooh, whoa
I like that, I like that
That's where the money at, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl, freak that back

The soldiers widin' out got me back against tha wall
Girl, I like it, I like that
While you feelin' me grindin' in between on fighting temptation
Comin' over me, I can feel the vibration
Gettin' off on me, whoa, ooh, whoa, ohh

Don't stop, get ready drop
Turn around and make it pop
Ahh, just drop

Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh
Whoa, ooh, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl, twirk that back, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl freak that back

Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh
Whoa, ooh, whoa
I like that, I like that
That's where the money at, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl, freak that back

Yeah, yeah, yeah, drop
Then let me see ya bring it back up top
She hot like a boilin' pot on tha stove like whoa here we go
Yeah, I got me a reason and a plot tonight
And I'm leavin' wit somethin' hot tonight
She gett'n got tonight, aight

Stop, you thought I lost ya
This 12 inches it'll cost ya
What I say ya gett'n tossed up
24's on tha whip I stay floss up
She wanna hang wit tha stars
So I showed her my bracelet
I'm gettin' y'all chicks and rubbin' it in ya faces

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Jackpot give it back shouts n' broads
Look at ass drop forward back clap 'n pause
We sweep all the broads and they all for choosin'
Then holla at ya nigga, is that problem Houston?

Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh
Whoa, ooh, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl, twirk that back, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl freak that back

Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh
Whoa, ooh, whoa
I like that, I like that
That's where the money at, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl, freak that back

Whoa, turn me all over ya body
Big Nate Dogg can jump start a party
We ain't gonna hurt nobody
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Whoa, turn me all over ya body
Big Nate Dogg can jump start a party
We ain't gonna hurt nobody
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that

Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh
Whoa, ooh, oh, no
I like that, I like that
Girl, twirk that back, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl freak that back

Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh
Whoa, ooh, whoa
I like that, I like that
That's where the money at, whoa
I like that, I like that
Girl, freak that back
Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh
Whoa, ooh, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn around from tha back and, uh, I like that
Let me see it from tha front and, uh, I like that
Yeah, you know how we do
Turn around let me see it from tha back

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Wurrs My Cash - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Wurrs My Cash
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
What is this ma'?
How much?
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slacking up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass
Hmm
(Ass)

I'm yo' hustler
(Dig it)
I'm yo' daddy
(Alright)
I'm that clean at a school caddy
(Yes)
I'm yo supplyer
(uh huh)
I'm yo' buyer
(Not good)
I'm that tree in the forest that's on fire
(What am I?)
I'm yo' young pimp
(What else?)
Baby yo' boss
(What else?)
I'm that candy red paint that shine and gloss
(Ya dig?)
I'm yo'supafly
(Ya dig?)
Yo Black Ceaser
(Alright man)
Girl you too shy to speak then take a breather
(Ha, ha)
Can you dig this?
Lick when I piss
(Well alright)

Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
What is this ma'?
How much?
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slackin' up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass
Hmm
(Ass)

See that verco
(Right)
That's for when it's cold
(Brrrb)
Break that white gold, plain gold, got old
(Check it out)
Snake skin shoes
(Hu)
Give yo' friends blues
(Hu)
Step out the car, sharp as a fuckin' auto too
(Ya dig?)
Got tall girls
(Ya dig?)
Into small girls
(Ya dig?)
Latin, Japanese, Black, Mexican all girls
(What is)
Willin' to work for it
(Work for)
Go in they purse for it
(Gimme that)
Down wit' me even if they put in a hearse for it
(Alright)
Got in the dirt for it
(C'mon girl)
Call me Papi and'll pull up they skirt for it
(C'mon girl)

Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
(Aah)
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
(Ass)
What is this ma'?
How much?
(Aah)
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slackin' up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass
Hmm
(Ass)

People ask me
(What do they ask?)
Why I'm like this
(What's up?)
See my father and my uncles gave me this shit
(I liked it)
Since I liked it, got down and hiked it
That's why you catch me doing foursomes with dike chicks
They like my style
(What?)
While I like they mouth
(What?)
(Alright)
Even gotta couple o' hookers workin' the south
And on the east
(What if?)
My girls the best
(What if girl?)
Yes in Cali' got ten out on sunset
Pimp of all pimps, young Don Bishop
(Don Bishop)
Got life insurance, trick gon' I won't miss ya'
On the sole of my gators
(Gators)
She can kiss the bitch

Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
What is this ma'?
How much?
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slackin' up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass

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