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Chingy
Chingy


Background information
Birth name Howard Bailey, Jr.
Born March 9, 1980
Origin St. Louis, Missouri, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 2001—present
Label(s) Def Jam Recordings
Capitol Records
Real Talk Entertainment
Disturbing Tha Peace
Associated acts Ludacris
Jermaine Dupri
Basement Beats
Website Website



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Chingy Album


Jackpot (07/15/2003)
07/15/2003
1.
Jackpot Intro
2.
3.
Represent (feat. Tity Boi, I-20)
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
Sample Dat Ass (feat. Murphy Lee)
9.
One Call Away (feat. Jason Weaver)
10.
11.
12.
Holidae In (feat. Ludacris & Snoop Dogg)
13.
14.
15.
16.
. . .

Jackpot Intro

[No lyrics]

. . .



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

[Chorus]
Don't be scurred now
Got it made now
Come to lay it down
He..is..here

Don't be scurred now
Got it made now
Just pray to God I don't get you

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

[Chorus - 2X]

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


. . .


(feat. I-20, Tity-Boi)

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Tity-Boi]
Tity-Boi, Southside
Bad limp, fo' 5's on the hip
Don't know why I'm known to slip when I get high
One time but no more, won't sleep until the mornin'
Somebody need to take the trash out and I'ma do the chores
Softer than a cactus, put it on like actors
Hustle in the shadows on the bricks and they couldn't catch us
Gat still tucked, in my waist by my price time
Cuz my chain hang so low my tongue bang wit my pipe line
Walk around, all day wit this beam like it's night time
You can see em a mile away, but it'll touch ya from blind side
Flipped it, first to finsih to the car, that's a nice ride
Dig it, they spin they puchase round here they get kite high
Deal it, it's my description, my picture, my composure plot
This is how I get through 2 d's, niggaz!
My side we ride my crew's, iller, iller!

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

[Verse 3: I-20]
Who done bust through the vapon yeah I'm hopin' to fight
Start a brawl, I'll shut that bitch down on openin' night
Let's fate, pull the bitches titties start on them dipes
Cause we leavin' wit some hoes and yeah we startin' wit dykes
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand if you holdin' that bank
I got the game on lock, you barely a holdin' tank
Get drunk, get to shootin bust the whole club out
Us thugs out, I'm tryin' to dumb out, 'til I get drunk out
That's just the way I am, don't look down on me
My gun's a open bar, free rounds on me
And I'm an eastside nigga so I aint no punk
I make the crowd get it crunk and do the eastside stomp
Young Chingy let em know, that the deal is a fool
And I'm a carpenter's dream, I'm in love wit the tools
Lay low when the heat bust, off in the airr
DTP, Cris squad and we runnin' this herre, it go

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

. . .



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

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

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

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Chingy]
She be shoppin' in Frontenac
Just look at her front and back
Man she so stacked and she know that I want that
Her man, he's so wack, girl can I taste yo khaki
for three hundred to step, like buyin' a throwback
She stay in the club,(club) I can be seein' she got it honest
In real life, girl remind me of Pocahontas
She be at events, (yeah) so I'm impressed when she pass (yeah)
All the high rollin' cats wanna pay for that ass
Ain't no half steppin', (steppin') she strapped wit a nice weapon (weapon)
Trick, it's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen her dirty, your mouth gon' drop
Worldwide fools probably tell you this off tops

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

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

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

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

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

. . .



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

. . .



[Chorus]

Ho, Wurrs My Cash?
( Got his money ho? )
You don't have it?
( You trippin' girl )
Am I gon' slap you? Uh huh
Sling that ass
( Sling it for a nigga girl )
What is this ma'?
( How much?)
Is that enough? Uh Uh
Know ya'll gon' ask
(Tell 'em the truth close to move)
I am a hustler?
( Get yours )
Am I pimpin'? Uh Huh
Ho move real fast
( Don't be slacking up )
You don't like yo' job. So!
Do I care ho ? Uh Uh
Sling that ass

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

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse]

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

[Chorus]

People ask me why I'm like this
See my father and my uncles gave me this shit
Since I liked it fot down and hiked it
That's why you catch me doing foursomes with dike chicks
They like my style, I like they mouth
Even gotta couple hookers workin' the south,and on the east my girls the best,in
Cali got 10 out on sunset
Pimp of all pimps,young Don Bishop
Got life insurance,trick gon' I won't miss ya', on the sole of my gators she can
kiss the (smooch) Bitch!

[Chorus]

. . .



[Robotic voice]
This is another Trak Star production

[Record scratching]

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

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

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot
Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop
Rag top on the jag drop, uh
Phat stop you know that's hot, huh
Mack spinnin wit the piece in my pocket
People hop out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw)
For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topic
Let the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I get
Once my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch it
Vok醠, yeah I rock it
Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick
'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it
I threw the key to the city, since I locked it
Girl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quiz
I get multiple choice head, derty watch this

[Hook] - 2X

[Verse 2: Chingy]
They tell me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rush
Errything I do is top secret, that's on the hush (shhhh)
Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women blush
From 314 to 617, gotta give it up
Treat my women like a structure, workers work the streets
Twerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feet
Hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night
Hearr the slots ring all night
But if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all night
We keep Atlanta throwin bows
And New Orleans, we got the thugs showin golds
Take it to New York, and party at Madison Squarre
We'll hit Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairr
No hatin on my part, let the ceremony start
Crowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the Arch
STL, where I dwell, Northside of the streets
They keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh

[Hook] - 2X

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

[Hook] - 2X

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

. . .


f/ Murphy Lee

Chingy and Murph durph
Uh

[Chorus] (2X)
Ooo Ooo
Let me get a sample of that ass, Ooo Ooo
I ain't +Mystikal+ but girl, +Shake it Fast+, (Don't stop, get it, get it)
Ooo Ooo, You think I can come over and smash?
Ooo Ooo, Don't stop, get it get it (Do what you do)

[Chingy]
The club be packed, Hey, send me a bottle of that
It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, superfly, MAC
I'm in the back getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
This ain't a strip club, but she act like it
Ever seen her, bowling pins dawg, she stacked like it
Now I'm at the bar, chicks treating me like a star
In my face, asking questions, and can they ride in my car
I'm law, so authorities can't pin me for shit
Hey baby, see me and you, we can pack it up and split
Let's go, forget Motel 6, we can go to the Mariot
I see it in her eyes, man a girl getting very hot
I'm packing like a 357, so I keep magnums
Keep it real, cause you will never find out if you don't ask em, Is we tagging?

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

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

. . .


(featuring Jason Weaver)

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

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

[Chingy]
It was weird how we met, huh
She was wit her mom in Bank America
I'm wit my son cashin the check
So I asked outta respect (uh)
Would she like to explore the world or buy
We can fly in my jet
Her reply was "Yes, can I ask you sumpin?"
I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex
Scene moved to the next (that is true) but it was something
about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets
We started off casual; walks through the park
Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinkin smart (smart)
Of course she might think I'm in a rush
To touch, clutch and be up, but baby I ain't on that stuff
Dropped her off and told her call me up, we can talk
Conversate about political subjects whatever's thought
So I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rang
It was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn't do without ya"
Then I said. . .

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

[Chingy]
The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball
Here she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wall
Now I'm showin off, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fast
Through the middle just to see her smile and giggle
Game over I punched her wit a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak"
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, PLEASE don't
Told her "I'm going home" she asked can she go too
I'm like "Yeah boo, I can't see me without you"
Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bed
With a see-through thong said I looked at her and said. . .

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

[Chingy]
Girl recognize game, before game recognize YOU
You're dealin wit a player, TRUE
Now whatchu wanna do?
We can kick it and go puff on a bluuunt
Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get druuunk
It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know
Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe
Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room
We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon
Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya
Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya
Some women like to play it foul (foul)
But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child)
Don't worry be happy and smile and. . .

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

. . .



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

. . .


From 2 Fast 2 Furious Soundtrack

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

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Chingy](girl)
Breakin' niggaz wit the flow
Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So
Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo
Painted bracelet, can't you taste it
More powerful than the +Matrix+
Cats they get dropped from they label
I'm herre now, now they in basics
Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy
Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery
To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I'll see you ladies
Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me
My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other[Tires screeching]
Now I got a bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother
We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us
Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh)

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

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

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

. . .


f/ Snoop Dogg, Ludacris

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

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

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

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning
To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

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

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

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

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you

. . .



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


. . .



man, my momma be trippin like a mothafucka man
(man, u gotta get the fuck out the crib)
i know, talkin bout i'm 31 and still livin wit her
so?
i know niggaz older than that
i'm still gettin this money though
(this mothafuckin money. nigga u tell her it come out yo pocket nigga u buy the
bread)
that's what im talkin bout
i brang home the groceries shit(yea thats what im talkin bout)
wussup nigga? who is that?(what the fuck)
that look like that nigga lil' howard
oh shit!
(music: throw yo hood up if u representin)
wussup nigga?
they call u chingy now
(ching,ching) (laughing)
cost lot a lurr, pop a cop, drop a spurr
(laughing)
wuz up nigga? what's crackin though?
yea boy u doin yo thang, boy i see that nigga all on tv
(laughin) right thurr
how u been nigga? (yea) u know workin
man(i see u all on tv) yea, workin man
i know u got a job fo yo nigga though
(yea, wussup)give me somethin nigga
i can drive a bus. yea? somethin
i can rap fuck it (yep) ill knock out the hoes
spin somethin repeat 2x
check me out, check me out
nigga hard times (uh huh) make niggaz like me
nigga hard times...
man shut that shit up
well anyway nigga (keep yo head up keep writin)
we goin to the club tonite u want a ride?
we goin to the spot nigga, goin to the spot
(we might head up thurr) see whats crackin
yea nigga we... (we might slide through) wha.. what chu gon do
we might slide through. aight shit
we'll just see yall niggaz later man yall niggaz stay up
aight man keep yo head up
(leaving)
yea dog. man
i don't trust them niggaz. me neither
why he got that nigga wit him fo?
nigga out of here... i can do that nigga
put me on the track. a bop wop a doowop
nigga what
we could rap (nigga what)
fo real. i could rap somethin
rap my hand around this block
nigga, i bet u nigga (whatever nigga)
we need to catch that nigga sleepin we gon bling bling ya know? (hell yea)

. . .



[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan’s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don’t speak to the hatas (they mad at me)
House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me)
Guess they ain’t neva seen a playa (they mad at me)
My girl in Luis that and Fendi this (they mad at me)

[Verse 1]
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 ?? Support me and stop the hate
If I gave you 50 Gs 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

[Chorus]

Ay, look at the rims on that car (tire screech)
Uh, dubs rub the cizzurb
Got the drink and izzerb
Floatin thought the city, man I gottz leave the subizzurb
Man, with the tvs 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 ?? 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

[Chorus]

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
its 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


. . .



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

Straight playa baby
2 rides outside wit that old G-glide
I'm high but it's all gravy.
Snake skins, no Timberland boots, get loot, I'll shoot
If ya try to play me.
get clout when I'm out,
money what I'm all about
In a world that's so shady.
peak this, streakness,
never had a weakness, speak this
I do this daily.
Follow my whole set
Bottles of mo' wet, bet
Until they lay me
6 feet under dirt
I'm the one wit the word
Got hits but they try to spray me.
If I lack, keep strapped
it's a rap, gimme dat
You can roll wit me, yeah maybe.
Hey the streets is mine
Like mix tapes when that MC grind
Don't play crazy.

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

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

[chorus]

How many MC's must get dissed
For hatin' on that MVP new draft pick?
Don't it look like 100 moons on my wrist?
I'm sorry I'm the glitter that yo girl seein' glist.
Man wit the big fish
I hit I don't miss
Sorta like Starks shootin' 3's for the Knicks.
Don't get me pissed
Ya take a big diss
It'll feel like ya fell off a tall cliff
I'm a bully like clip
I sank yo ship
6 apart from the clip if ya pop at the lip its, Chingy baby

[chorus]


. . .


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