Chingy - Powerballin' (2004) by Chingy (보컬) on maniadb.com

(feat. G.I.B.)

Fall in
Fall in
Pussy niggas (6x)

Chorus:2x
Ta all my hustla niggas
Fall in(fall in)
Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again
I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them

Verse 1:
Retaliation is a must
Im keepin it gutta bra
Anybody talkin shit, yeah im runnin up on ya
Banga keep it by my side
hundred stacks don't fold right
Girl i know yo feet hurt, how you gone stay by my side
If you aint gettin it, im about ta roll ya right
Like a dodgy blunt (ho) ? pick'in thrown off the side

Chorus:2x
Ta all my hustla niggas
Fall in(fall in)
Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again
I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them

(whoo ? oo ? oo)

Verse Two:
Do'in it like Donald Trump
I'm send'in this one to the women with body
And all my hustla's with the grill front
Thats got check / But it ain't gonna last for four months
Bought a chain ? that's some cardy-?) of grain (get it main)
Don't stunt / Get wit my beats in the four blunts-?)
Leave with your cunt
Heads up ? must of broke one
Yeah it's official now (? official now) / Blow your whistle now (? whistle now)
I got a rifle to tell 'em blow your whistle now-?)
When I'm chill'in (when I'm chill'in) / Half fill'in (half fill'in)
Real good watch'in flat screens on the ceil'in
Big wheel'in (big wheel'in) / Quarter melon (quarter melon)
Three hundred c ? plus tar-?) spill'in (?) (bitch!)

Chorus:2x
Ta all my hustla niggas
Fall in(fall in)
Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again
I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them

Verse Three:
But it depends (? it depends) / On how I feel (? how I feel)
And how you been in the past either your fake or your real
I don't deal / With whole niggas
Cuz whole niggas they / Hamper-?) Dre like they're bigger than they really are
Ride'in in my fast car like Tracy Chapmen
I'm simply rapp'in
Given the world pure satisfaction
If action is what you like to do
Then play your role
Cause I'm tired of niggas com'in in my life (play 'em whole.-?)

Chorus:1x
Ta all my hustla niggas
Fall in(fall in)
Ta all you bitch ass niggas we gone do it again
I got kin(kin) I got friends(friends)and the river don't stop with them

[Intro:]
You know the definition... of a Balla
That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y
Lemme explain it to you though

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scarred I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

[Verse 1:]
Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty)
I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me)
And ya Prada lookin flashy
Errthang on ya mind jus ask me
I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit
Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh)
Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag
Both sittin on chrome Mags
Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy?
All I need is one night, just to hit it boy
After the club we can take it to a five star telly
Get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly
What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly
Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready
For a episode you prolly won't come - back from
Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from?

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

[Verse 2:]
G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up)
The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.)
From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou
Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels
We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin'
We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin'
All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay)
And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play)
Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay)
Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day)
Lettin' rounds off in em like a A.K.
You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay?
Whatchu say?

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

[Verse 3:]
I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian
Japanese, chinese, or even asian
It don't matta what color on this occasian
Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin
Instead of GOD it's me these girls praisin'.
Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn.
5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in.
I'mma pimp... I'mma keep on playin'.
You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night)
I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe)
Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight)
Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr,
You betta getcha mind right cuz...

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

[Chorus: (R Kelly)]
Baby dont chu wanna leave this V.I.P and finish off this party
in my hotel suite
Gurl juss follow me because i got room keys sex, red bull, velvi
we be like da...[15x's]

[Verse 1 (Chingy)]
I pulled on tha lot and then i fell up in tha spot St. Louis hat
cocked tryna
Find somethin hot drink in my hand hundreds in my pocket i dont
cerre (care) if he ya man
Undastand im yo profit its 3:39 we should leave by 3 we can
stroll around or go get somethin ta
Eat outside i gotta fly drop u hungry round ya gurls up and we
all can go to IHOP u prolly think
Im tryna cut maybe ya right you dont do one night stands well
baby tonight i gotta presidential
Suite at tha Ritz errthang wit me aint that a shhh...

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2 (Chingy)]
U actin like ya dont hear me come hear me quit fakin and take a
puff of dis green
From Jamaica juss bought a new yacht wit 4 rooms and a bar no yo
not that use to bein around a
Hood star but papa told me good gurls always go bad so if i
touch ir right thurr aint no need to
Get mad i could take u from tha crib to paradise most of my
chicks i like me thick plus naughty
And nice tha way u sweep me off my feet u should be a broom tha
way ya smell ya should have ur
Own perfume so knock knock whos thurr jackpot tha pimp ?? do it
tickle when i lick
Ya neck better get chu wet lookin at cho sexy ass make wanna
write a check

[CHORUS]

[Bridge (R Kelly)]
Now hold on tha way u pit it on me now hol don i luv tha way u
shake it now hold
On u drop it then u pick it up now hold on gurl u got me sayin
wut tha

[CHORUS OUT]

Chingy track stars (how many rides you got Dirty?)
Well I got a caprice on 24's
I got a range rover with spinners
I got a impala with beat lets go

[Chorus:]
I do ride Bentleys and coupes
but I don't give away all my new trick
for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches
I don't but I do

Kno this might be a single when
I walk my chains on so they might jingle when she
Give me brain zone aint a hater bo wurr my crew so
Famous and cant go no where in the Lou u name from
Mall to the gas station them people be waitin
To see me hop in something hatin on them dudes
Through skatin (errrrt) runnin it like walter Payton
And tell u im so blatin f**k em the paper im savin
In my bank account is amazing I ratin my self on
Twenties and takin my self on twenties
And doin this show for twenty and holla
At tit and twenties and about money
I gots to make and stack a couple hundred
Mill and take myself a break.

[Chorus:]
I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away
All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll
I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2]
Yo peace to Ence locked up

I gotta sell it that caprice in my yard and lou it
Dropped top graphics man its hard custom
Made interior dirty it the shit ratin spiners spokes 24's
On it yep yep got a TV in the sterrin wheel like luda and if u
Run up on me look dirty ill shoot ya tip one on my customized
Pates slidin a lot of bottles don't never some fake I bout to
hit Lillian just
Past Claxton if and where the piece that's better than
Toni braxton hater rite to whip a few them folk the
Teams bump I got them three amps and woofers in my trunk yea I
kno
U money hungry hoes wanna roll trick u kno I ride nuttin less
than them dubs.

[Chorus:]
I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away
All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll
I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2]
Get down
But I don't
Break it down trick for a silly tramp I roll
I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do

300 hemi looking good
Range sittin on them thangs looking good
100 pounds around my neck looking good
Cowards tryin to run
Up I wish u would
I roll with nuttin but ballers on 26's
With them chrome less rims get on the truck
Get them heffers hypnotized quick
Candy color paint makin them chicks faint.
In theres bras on my truck every time im steppin into my whip
O.G. boo's we risk money makin u fools sick us slingin
There my dirtsy flingin some hoes bricks I don't give a
Damn if u don't give a damn im ma stunt im gunna
Gloss till coward kno who I am cars, clothes, money, ice,
Straps, clips, hoes, dykes,
Magnums, freaks, house, pikes, 1.5 life

[Chorus:]
I do ride Bentleys and coupes but I don't give away
All my new trick for a silly tramp I roll
I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don't but I do [x2]

(feat. Janet Jackson)

Chingy:
Eh, wassup?
You haven't been talkin' to me for a couple of days
But it's all good
I just wanted to let you know that
I know, I do some things that's wrong
You do some things that's wrong
You know what I'm sayin?
We ain't perfect
We all make mistakes
Nah nah nah, hold on
I'm talkin' to you
Don't just be tryna' leave and stuff like that
I'm talkin' to you
I'm tryna make things better for me and you

Janet:
Just me and you
(Ooh Chingy)
Don't matter what we go through
Just me and you
We don't need nobody else
Just me and you
(Ooh Chingy)
And I'ma always be down for you
Just me and you
So don't worry bout a damn thang


Chingy:
Now that we together girl the light's so bright
It took a lil' time but now the feelin so right
Remember when I snuck through your window at night?
Bringin' you flowers and candy
Me and you sippin' on Brandy
Plus I appreciate the love on sight
Huggin' me, holdin' me
Fix dinner, so polite (thank you baby)
Even when them stupid pigs was tryna sue me
Forget about friends and family
You tha one that knew me
The way you smile at me
Keep me feelin' alright
This ain't about furs, fancy cars, or ICE
So I'm dedicatin' this to my female friend
Sincerely yours
Words can't express my feelings within


Janet:
Just me and you
(Ooh Chingy)
Don't matter what we go through
Just me and you
We don't need nobody else
Just me and you
(Ooh Chingy)
And I'ma always be down for you
Just me and you
So don't worry bout a damn thang

Chingy:
We human so we gon' fight and fuss at each other
He told me you trippin' but girl don't worry bout my brother
We have a argument, it drive me to go out
You my flesh, so me and another woman won't BOUT (bout meaning
Thinkin' bout the times when you flew to my house
Gonna give you everything that you want
This man ain't a mouse
Am I cheatin'?
Hell naw, hope you got no doubts
Rose petals in tha tub
Baby, unbutton that blouse
Wait, better yet, come ON YOU HUNGRY? LETS GO eat at Mr. Chow's
Know you love me
When you mad, you don't get loud
So I'm dedicatin' this to my female friend
Sincerely yours
Words can't express my feelin' within

Janet:
Just me and you
(Ooh Chingy)
Don't matter what we go through
Just me and you
We don't need nobody else
Just me and you
(Ooh Chingy)
And I'ma always be down for you
Just me and you
So don't worry bout a damn thang


Chingy:
I like your style, your grace, your beautiful face, your essence
Your size, your shape, this beautiful place, a blessin'
Your weight, your waist, your delicious taste, perfecting
Your height, your sight, with my life as your protection
So sweet like CANDY, let's raise a family in Miami
Where the beach so sandy, toast two champagne glasses, you and me
Your scent, like the smell of fresh AIR (pronounced URR) of relief
And for you I go over my budget
No I ain't CHEAP
Can't stop grindin'til I get EVERY(pronounced ERRY) RECORD to the top
Just Know that you on my mind erry second on the clock
Tick tock, if you ever need help, scream (Oooh)
And I come runnin for my life,to trade it in for your dreams

(feat. David Banner, Nate Dogg)

(Verse One)
(Chingy)

Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross
Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss
Got alot on my plate breakfast,lunch and dinner
Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i'm a winner
On my block it's lil kids pulling pistol's
In Iraq it's innocent kids dying from missoles
That's why i'm back and taking the title from those before me
Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory
I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop
But I'm ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots
To my cousin thats lock
come back soon tome rest in peace to my rilla roc
I'm a affilated hustler so keep ya talk to a minnium
Hate on me first class to ya grave i'm sending em
Give me the rock and i'ma run it back
To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack
where you at.

(Nate Dogg)
(Hook)

Back one more again it's Nate Dogg
One day I might stop but not now
My game to damn strong to be stopped
Got hoes every place that i stop
Got beef tell you what I'm gon do
Call up David Banner and demoish ya crew
(David Banner)
Man them laws looking for me man
(Nate Dogg)
Rob to Mississippi All The Way To St.Lou

(Verse Two)

Stressing bout to take 4 blunts to the head
Making a revoulution listening to dead prez
He say, She say i don't curr what they said
Number 1 hustler said equpt with the bread
IRS tripping so fuck the FEDS
Taking shit to these devils cut off my legs
Lord don't let em put me in my death bed
For my son,nieces and newphens life I plede
Sit drinking yak till my eyes get red
Pass me a clip I'm a magnum to the lead
I hope society will let my love spread
Cause my lil cousin steadily thugging before they go I'm dead.

(Hook)

(Verse Three)
(G.I.B.)

we take no shit from No nigga that's flossin

[hook]
Yall ride 18's we ride 26's
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches

Yall ride 18's we ride 26's
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches

[verse 1 - chingy]
Im the wrong balla to flex with
Diamond stud earings and neckless
And my truck on 26's driving reckless
Got a pound yep and on my way to texas
yep im on there trowing up my set shit
Spinnas with the color trim ho's breathless
Paint shinning brite like morning breakfast
Once i slide up in the party pull the best bitch
Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant
Run game on a trick like check this
She seen the atm recipt and got wet with shit
She in a lexus told her park her whip
270 im bout to exit
I can bet a grip she work her hands and lips
Like a porno star who cares if her man a trip
I can handle it its so scandelous

[hook 2X]

[verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
I got them thing conpocky on a rubberband skinny
I pull up laughing at another man 20's (ha)
Yep the yunger man i run the dam city
I gotta pocket fulla hundreds fifty's rubberband 20's
Peep the shoes these is huge
Im probably on the service road nigga speeding in cruise
I bleed and bruise of reaching fools
So dont reach
u aint talking bout money then dont speak
Dont preach church don wan taught me that
The bitches had me gone but the money brought me back
Im seeing crome and i do them runs flat
President tent front back
Man i wish them old b p's come back but i roll on em
Hundrend spoke big d's tripple gold homie
No homie my rims aint twizzles
But dont get it twisted them is 26's

[hook 2X]

[verse 3 - chingy]
Vroom vroom hear me start it up
Let the louis vuitton interior soak plus
With the red piping
got 2 ho's diking
Dirty try to jack me yes i'll bust
Got cars and trucks
All type of stuff
And a h3t if that aint enough
Bout to hit the park with a 12 pack getting drunk
Hataz breaking they neck cause they know whats up
Im posted up with 4 toasters bra
Test me faget if u think im a joke to ya
All my cats ride big in the lou u know
Should be against the law the way i floss sew me ho
B-a-l-l-a me
Giovanni keep these walls going crazy
Big baby im the same g
Add another tre to that 23 cuz

[hook 2X]

[Chingy]
Yeah, G.I.B.
Get it boys

[Chorus]
I don't know what y'all about to do
But I'm about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin'
Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin'
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin'
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin'.

[Chingy]
It's a mess up with these fake ballers in their place
People comin' out cause they heard I'm comin' back like Mase,
Big body Benz plenty space, Hundred dollar big face
Watch her lick our waist, when we clubbin'
Get it girls got it locked
Get it boys in the spot
Take it off you gettin' hot, cause we clubbin'
In my pocket got 'em not
Representin' Slot-A-Lot
Dirty you can get shot, when we clubbin'
Abrah Kadabrah then I appear in the back
Throwin' it up with all the high rollers that pop crack
My lemon has studs no they not that
You paid fifty homie go and get your money back

[Chorus]
I don't know what y'all about to do
But I'm about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin'
Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin'
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin'
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin'.

[Chingy]
Rich Money got a bottle and he waitin' to trip (g.i.b.)
Ol' G posted with a blunt to his lip
Valdez on the floor two-steppin' with his
Boozie already out thurr startin' some shit
Get it Boy gang, S.T.L. set
Phantom car keys, leather Gucci vest
V.I.P. then somethin' to eat
She leavin' with me then hotel suite
Play it like a G, pimpin' man I got to be
Five Million really aint a lot to me
Maybe pop your pee (?)
And move your F.O.'s and drop your knee
And put wurr I can see, cuz we clubbin'

[Chorus]
I don't know what y'all about to do
But I'm about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin'
Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin'
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin'
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin'.

[Chingy]
Headed to the next stop in my Rage Rover
Police pull me over, though they can't stop me from clubbin'
Man you know I'm swervin' wild
See your boy not sober
But I got it I'm a soldier and I'm still clubbin'
50 cars followin' us
10 chicks swallowin' us
Four five hallows bust (?) when we clubbin'
A big dog not a mutt
Keep starin' hater what
I'm about to get this locked up, f**k, we clubbin'
Put your money wurr your mouth
West cost to the East, Mid-West to the South, out, they
clubbin'
26's on the hummer
Errday like it's summer
Wait tripper take a number I'm still clubbin'

[Chorus]
I don't know what y'all about to do
But I'm about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin'
Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin'
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool
Hell nah it aint no rules
When, We Clubbin'
Head to toe everything I got in is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And, We Clubbin'.

[Chingy]
Yeah, yeah
Keep clubbin'
Whoa, whoa
Keep clubbin'
Uh-huh, uh-huh
We clubbin'
Yes, yes
We clubbin'

I do ride bently's and coupes. But i dont give away all my looks trip over a silly tramp i dont ride less than twenty inches i wont.

But i do know this may be a single when i walk my chains on so it my jingle if she give me brainzz on.
The haters know were my crew so famous that i cant go no wherin tha lou You name it the mall the gas station dem people
be waiting to see me hop in sumin hating all the dudes to skating,
runnin it like walter paton until u fuked it its so blatent fuk the paper im savin my bank acount is amazin.
im ratin my self a 20 im takin my self on 20's im doin this show for 20 then holla at me this 20 about money
i gots ta make stack up a couple hundred mill then take my ass a break.

chorusx2

I gotta 75 caprice in my yard! a loui drop top raff kicks man its hard! custom made interior dirrty its the


shit ratin spins n spokes 24s on it. yep gotta tv and steerin wheels like luda n if u run up on me look dirrty
ill shoot ya
G.i.b 1 on my customized plates slide alot bottles dont never come fake.. im about to hit lillian just past
clackston wippin with a peice thats better than tony brackston haters or right im with my few and team bumps
i got the 3 amps and the woofers in my trunk yeyah i no u money hungry hoes wanna roll with trick u no i ride
nothin less than them dubs.

chorusx2

Chorus:
Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me)
All my people see (y'all don't really want it)
Betta not f**k wit me ('cause our hood is on it)
(repeat)

Verse 1:
I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild
Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style
Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes
Make money with my partners as I murder my foes
In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper
Its G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper
(?) will chop his fingers with an axe
These trick-ass cowards should be wearin tampax
What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story
Man I'm knockin cowards off of my riders before me
Lay it down muthaf**ka and quit bumpin your gums,
Aint no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs

(chorus)

Verse 2:
Police say G.I.B. is a game
But we hooded up doin our family thing
Straight up hang and swang in the city of ?
Increasin my change to an impeccable range
That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach
Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release
Whether East or West, I envision a check
That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey
So where's my prey 'cause it's possible for me to be poppin today
I'll keep rockin the ? in the home of your place
Bet you won't wanna stay
Keep the chrome in your face
Betta watch what you say, hey



(chorus)

Verse 3:
I'm ?
Disturbin the streets
Money's my mission but the way I live aint no guarantees
Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities
Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat
But I don't play when it comes to my meat
Like the ? brothers, leave 'em layin between the sheets
See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat
If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat

(chorus)

Verse:4
I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin
And for that player-hatin testin, you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson
'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times
Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time
We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot
Plenty G's plus a silly G to get your ass-knot
Ridin in a minivan, contraband in my hand
Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan
I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer
OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers
From the WMPG, Northside ? street
Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas

(chorus)

(chorus)

I'm sitting here waiting for my lover
Last time we met I wasn't to sure
Now I'm hoping, maybe dreaming, for a life as one
When she reads this I'm hoping she'll call
But I need much more than before
I need positive reactions whenever I'm down

Cause I'm sure so sure
That it's heaven knocking on my door
Sure so sure so baby come on inside
Need you so much more and more each time we touch
Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found

It isn't a game so don't play hard to get
(Tired of running after you)
There's no connections holding us down (down)
Isn't it a shame it never happened
Though still here we are the second time round
It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible
It's gotta be right for love

Sure so sure
That it's heaven knocking on my door
Sure so sure so baby come on inside
Need you so much more and more each time we touch
Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found

Holdin', squeezin', touchin', teasin'
Wantin', wishin', waitin', teasin'
Of you love, yeah yeah
Blindin', groovin', feel it, move it
Findin', breathin', brakin', breedin'
With you girl
It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible
It's gotta be right for love

Cause I'm sure so sure
That it's heaven knocking on my door
Sure so sure so baby come on inside
Need you so much more and more each time we touch
Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found

[Intro:]
You know the definition... of a Balla
That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y
Lemme explain it to you though

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scarred I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

[Verse 1:]
Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty)
I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me)
And ya Prada lookin flashy
Errthang on ya mind jus ask me
I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit
Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh)
Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag
Both sittin on chrome Mags
Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy?
All I need is one night, just to hit it boy
After the club we can take it to a five star telly
Get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly
What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly
Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready
For a episode you prolly won't come - back from
Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from?

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

[Verse 2:]
G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up)
The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.)
From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou
Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels
We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin'
We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin'
All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay)
And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play)
Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay)
Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day)
Lettin' rounds off in em like a A.K.
You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay?
Whatchu say?

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

[Verse 3:]
I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian
Japanese, chinese, or even asian
It don't matta what color on this occasian
Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin
Instead of GOD it's me these girls praisin'.
Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn.
5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in.
I'mma pimp... I'mma keep on playin'.
You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night)
I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe)
Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight)
Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr,
You betta getcha mind right cuz...

[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)

Yes(get it boyz)its ya boy chingy once again(chingaling)represtentin that STL,you kno wut im sayin,trackstarz,got to adresse these issues wit these ol fake ass niggaz and bitches dirty yo

[chorusx2]
I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

[verse 1]
Im tha same cat tho some of yall
Changed before 106 and park i was stuck
In tha grane see these record labels and
Exzits got me insane,mo money mo,now
Watch how my money grow, and all
These wack rappaz i gorge em real
Slow,yea i slung blow,hung on tha
Fo,cocked 44's and kicked down
Dooz,robbed liquor stoze,threw my
Bowz,dealt wit cats who put shit in they
Noze,at tha age 8 i wuz ridin in a
Rolls,bitches stay mad,cuz i aint tha
Dad,of they child,but bitch look herr dat
1 and park wild

[chorusx2]
I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me (go head)cuz im out herr hustil gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me

[verse 2]
All i do is listen to headphones and get
On airplanes,one album made me rich i
Know it aint a ferr game(nuh uh), i aint
Got no sperr change,me and my cats
Your thang(4's up),ya twinz get on ya
Kneez tell me whats on your brain,we
Hop in tha range,wit them rimz dat
Move,im a mechanic couse i keep them
Handy man toolz,hommie i cant lose i
Choose to crush crewz(crush em)come at
Me sidewayz get yo,peanut bruised,all i
Eva wanted was a house on the hillz,but
How i end up wit 4 carz, 4 braudz and 4
Mill(thats right)

[chorusx2]
I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head)cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby, i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you play me

[verse 3]
I gotta few friendz,i gotta few
Endz,enough to buy dat blue benz wit
Alot of blue trim,yes some new
Rimz,spreewellz do spin,berry blue ginn
Mixed wit cherr coke hynn,i passed tha
Dope men,the crack house juss got
Broke in,us they provokin,leave pistols
Smokin,they choze me to play tha game
Herr go my token,no bring no men,come
To my show then,see dont cha head be
Open from tha lead im throwin u gon die
From chockin wit slow wind,im doin this
One herr, on the strenth of yo sins,if ya
Talk shit,hommie check dis no win,the
IRS gotta tab and i owe them,my
Peeps,hand out to so now i got no
Friendz, tha streets tellin em watch it and
I aint jokin,for my son to have a future
Dats what in hopin..soo

[chorusx4]
I dont really care if yall niggaz hate me(go head) cuz im out herr hustlin gettin mine baby,i guess dats why i carry dat 380,hot shellz off tha platta if you eva play me