Chingy - Hoodstar (2006) by Chingy (보컬) on maniadb.com

Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3

This is the official (the official)...
Get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!)
For bein a non-hood affliate nigga

GIB...ACP

Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?)
...hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down
We comin' dirrty...we comin' dirrty

[Chorus}
The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it
You talk but you ain't 'bout it
Nigga huh, nigga huh
We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in
We're set trippin'
Nigga what, nigga what

[Verse 1: Chingy]
I crept in the spot with a tom strap
Haters that trip get blown back
We off that hash and cogniac
Head bussin' we on dat
Wanna freak out better pull dat ho
Take her to da bar and full dat ho
Get her in da bathroom, get some head
I'm a playa--yain't know?
Cowards know me so they starin'
Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin'
My nigga I pack stern
Police in herr, we ain't carrin'
Pussie don't pump in blood
Real niggas always show me love
Fake niggas keep yo caps and ??
Real niggas got dem gats and slugs
If you want, you can get it
Put a couple, in yo fitted
We ain't never scared trick
Tell 'em GIB did it
Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face
I almost caught a fuckin' case
(You cool dirrty?) Yeah I'm straight

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia]
Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters
Three 6 Mafia fakers
You talk like commen...taters
You fiction like Terminator
My nation eliminata
Under...estimater
Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!)
I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine
I slap 'em...a couple a times and any a mine
I promise...he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up
And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!)

You got some pimps off in dis buildin'
Smokin' with yo children
In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin'
What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin'
Credit cards to G's with keys for dis pimpin'
They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin'
Don't hate on me or play with me
These Mafia boys be killin'
They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin'
You fuck with me you might get hit
I'm known for dome peelin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Chingy]
(Ride out niggas!)
Dammit Memphis on da scene
They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean
On da block we buy (some beans)??
These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans
You know these hoes be on my nuts
Take in the rims on da truck
Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks
Yeah bitch I know whats up
Ching-a-ling and Three 6
You got bricks? We flip
Don't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip
Two clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shot
Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac
Come equipped or don't come
Show up homie, don't run
Best believe we won't run
After da party get ya guns
Ain't no parking lot pimpin'
Only parking lot poppin'
Man what will stand down ho????
(brllrrllaaa!)
You herrd dem Ks choppin'

[Chorus]

[Chorus:]
Throw it to me baby, I'm a runningback
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? x2

Bounce dat ass hoe [x8]
Shake it twist it.
Twist it shake it.

[Verse:]
Hat cocked hard headed from tha bad block
Reds flocked i'm star studded like my shamrock
Off top when I drop them bras need to pop
I told her dont stop man have you seen her pop?
God damn she hit the fan cant catch her dirty
I can, cause im the man, I am
I dont slow dance I 2 step
Tryin to chill n post up but dat Grey Goose crept
Up on me now lil mama lookin like she want this
Once I am up to bat when I hit I dont miss
And maybe u can leave wit me
And dont worry about nothin a couple of gs wit me
(Now let me see you)

[Chorus]
Throw it to me baby, ima runningback
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2]

Bounce dat ass hoe [x8]
Shake it twist it.
Twist it shake it.

Its too many niggas and not enough hoe's
Soon as I come through tha door
Them heffers pullin on my clothes
White t, crispy nikes wit some red and blue girbauds
Hustle a piece of game and dont be mad cuz she chose
Ching a ling, stay on tha scene
Ring diamonds in my pinky ring
You know they mean
Brush my shoulders off I stay clean, look how I gleam
Keep a gang of chickens on my team, ya know wat I mean?
You a jazzy girl, its your world
Im just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel
Better yet i tell ya what, ima give yo ass a referal
Come to my office in tha back and gon get it girl

[Break]

Shake it twist it, Twish it shake it
You got a fine body, why dont u back dat thing up
Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up
If you throw it my way ima snatch dat thing up
Once I beat it up dem docs gon have to patch dat thing up
Yeah, I bet ya never met a playa like me
Tryin to get in dem pants I might be
Pass it to be like im Bousier
Let me ram it until I bring that ass to a closer

[Chorus]
Throw it to me baby, ima runningback
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown? [x2]

Bounce dat ass hoe [x8]
Shake it twist it.
Twist it shake it.

Yes,
Hey yo, what up
This one for all my homeboys across the world, right, been through some shit.
I know you've all had a lot on your mind, man.
Had a lot of struggles you went through in your life.
Keep your head up dirty.

Chorus 1:
I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left.
I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess...
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)

See the star was born.
Don't think nobody notice.
Goin' through these trials and tribulations kept me on focus.
Tried to do a 9-5, but where's the money?
Coming to work damn near bumming, people thinkin' it's funny (haha).
I'm fed up.
Plus my homies sellin' crack doin good.
Now I'm thinking fuck doing it legal bring it back to the hood.
Man it's hell, you see, wasn't no woman there for me.
I ain't got shit but a dream, that's why they chose to ignore me.

Chorus 1:
I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left.
I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess...
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)

Chorus 2:
I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left.
but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death.
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)

Hey
Now I'm on the block pumping rocks toting blocks.
Grand-mama on my head, I'm ducking and dodging the cops.
All cuz I'm trying to make a living (living).
Consequences of that:
end up dead or in prison, ain't shit given.
I done struggled too long not to floss and get on.
Imma get it with the double, if not the microphone.I'm headstrong plus I'm out for those dead presidents.
And the government ain't doing shit for my residence.

Chorus 1:
I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left.
I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess...
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)

Chorus 2:
I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left.
but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death.
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)
I'm like a Cadillac door (say what)

It's been a long time coming (yeah we struggled)
It's been a bumpy ride (but we gonna make it)
So these wheels will keep on turning (say what)
till the day I die (ride with me fo a minute yall). [x2]

Chuch
Now my homies busted and getting shot at it's getting serious.
Plus I'm praying but they breaking down in tears.
See now that I'm on, people think money make you proud.
But I've been struggling trying to come up since I was a child.
Who are you to judge me for my sins and what I did wrong.
I'm trying to live don't my mama singing a sad song.
They say look out for your family and so I try to shurr.
Look Tommy I miss you but I'll see you when I get thurr.


Chorus 1:
I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left.
I've been hit, been low, been high, I guess...
I'm like a Cadillac door say what
I'm like a Cadillac door say what

Chorus 2:
I've been through the dirt, been slammed from right to left.
but I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death.
I'm like a Cadillac door say what
I'm like a Cadillac door say what

Hey, I'm dedicating this song to everybody that lost a loved one, to the people in 9-11, hurricane katrina, all the folks that lost folks that they care about, and if you down yourself, you got somebody that's down, you tryin to bring they spirits up, this for yall man.
I know you can relate to my pain so just feel your boy ching-a-ling man I do this for all yall.
Chuch.

[JD]
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans
How da how da hell did you get all of that in dem jeans
Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo
Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo

[Chingy]
Prada,Gucci
Tell me what you like
Coach bag
With the shoes
To match
Forget the price
Marc Jacob shades
50 karats all ice
Model in dem jeans for me
Luxuri now thats your life
Thats the type of shit im on
Let me see you get them on
Back it up a bit
Yeah thats it
Cuz I can see your thong
Carmale skin tone
Daum you look like Nia Long
Dont be actin like that lil mama
Cuz I can leave you 'lone
MIx the lime with that Patron
Thats what we drinkin on
SHe wanna go out to eat
But me JD I'm think home
Just so I can see 'em off
But what the hell we both grown
Wearin' dem jean like that
Will make me take trips with you to Rome
Hey now {Hey Hey} Hey now {Hey}
You know they thick from the STL to the A~Town
Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {Hey}
Let me help you with dem jeans
Baby lay down

[Chorus]
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem Jeans
Dem Jeans
How'd you get all that in Dem
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that
(Is you talkin to me?)
Yeah you
I bet you had to jump up and down
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed
Just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby thats whats up

[JD]
Now Now Now
When walkin' girl
And you make it swirl
Its hard for me not to look
And I want you in my world
Bubbled up {ooo}
Pokin out {Hey}
Lickin' my lip sayin
Shawaty swing it my way
Daum ma
How the hell you get all that in
Dem pants ma
Hope you aint up in here with your man ma
I love it when you wiggle it Shake it
Drop it and do your little dance
True Religion, 7's
Or dem rocking Republics
Or the ones that fit the best
And show it just how we love it
Know just how to hug it
Know just how to cup it
When you walk away it make me wann rub it
Hey now {HEy Hey} Hey now {HEy}
You know they thick from A~Town down to H~Town
Hey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {HEy}
Let me help you with dem jeans
Baby lay down

[Chorus]
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem Jeans
Dem Jeans
How'd you get all that in Dem
Daum Girl
How'd you get all that
(Is you talkin to me?)
Yeah you
I bet you had to jump up and down
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around
Just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed
Just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby thats whats up

Every time I try to leave
Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
Every time I try to go
Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that
Everything gon be alright
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pullin me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
It was meant to be
You were meant for me
So that means we gotta make it work

[Verse 1]
It was all good at first,
Spendin money, goin shoppin
Eatin at the finest restaurants
And different club hoppin
She was right there with me bottle poppin livin that life
She just didn't understand my lifestyle and that ain't like that
We didn't have a worry in the world, got u diamonds got u pearls
Cut can't help it if Chingy been attracting all the girls
Baby I'm a superstar and that come wit it
You got a good nigga on the side, u betta run wit it,
Even though I'm on tha road doin shows,
I make time for me n her, relationship to grow
They tell me don't trust a woman in this industry
But she not any woman, more like a sacred friend to me
Plus, when I'm outta town, always think of her
May conversate with some chicks, but no one come above her,
(Uh)I thought i was your man
Guess u ain't understand,
N now I'm sittin herre, lookin crazy like
Damnnn

[Chorus]
Every time I try to leave
Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
Every time I try to go
Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that
Everything gon be alright
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pullin me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
It was meant to be,
You were meant for me,
So that means we gotta make it work


[Verse 2]
Walk in the house from hard work, my head hurts,
Instead of arguin, can i have dinner with some dessert (uh uh)
She talkin 'bout this phone number she found,
Didnt give me time to put my bags down,
She's straight up, clowned
Before we end up fightin, let me leave,
I'm exhausted and this here, I don't need
Now I'm wit the fellas ridin n drinkin
She's blowin my two way up but I need some time for thinkin
(Yeah) I wanna go back, but something sayin naaaw
let me Give her some space and the next day I might call
What should I do
Look, let me ask ya'll
Should I stay and talk, or let this relationship fall
I ain't down on what happened, my feelings crushed
But it happens some time
It's either love it or give it up
I thought I was your man
Guess u ain't understand
N now I'm sittin' herre lookin crazy like
Damnn

[Chorus]
Every time I try to leave
Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
Every time I try to go
Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that
Everything gon be alright
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pullin me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
It was meant to be,
You were meant for me,
So that means we gotta make it work


[Verse 3]
All the fellas know u feel me, if u eva had a woman,
Good times led to bad times n u ain't see it coming,
Try the best to make her happy,
But it wasn't enough,
Cuz mamma told me in relationships the road gets rough
N i don't wanna have my head down
Weeping n stressed out
As bad as it hurts i gotta move to the next route
(Uh) I thought i was her man
Guess she ain't understand
N now she's sittin' herre lookin crazy like
Damnn

[Chorus]
Every time I try to leave
Somethin keeps pullin me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
Every time I try to go
Somethin keeps tellin me that, me that
Everything gon be alright
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pullin me back, me back
Telling me I need u in my life
It was meant to be,
You were meant for me,
So that means we gotta make it work

Yea?Let me
This that Pro Player Music
Right hurr man
For the playas dirty
Let me
You aint even gotta say nothing to a girl
You aint even gotta approach her
She just gonna give it to ya
This aint for you rookies though
Aim for your best
Get it

(Chorus: Girl)
You can get this lovin
Its nothing
I think I got the something you wanting
So when you leave the club and
Come on in
Private party's jumpin over here
Come on in, come on in, til morning
Come on in,
Come on in,
Come on in, til morning
Come on in

I bumped in to this chick
Light skin and 5'6"
Thick as a brick
Nice stomach with some wide hips
Approached her like what's good baby?
You seem hood baby
Maybe we could hook up oh yea we should baby
She asked my name
I laugh and flash my chain
I can't stop staring
Damn she got ass and thangs
We can forget about the club and go to my crib
The finer things in life, that's how I live
I told her think about it, take a second, then tell me
She said aint nothing to think about (ha ha)
Ya smell me
She got close and??..
And almost overdosed
I stays fly ya know ya know

(Chorus: Girl)
You can get this lovin
Its nothing
I think I got the something you wanting
So when you leave the club and
Come on in
Private party's jumpin over here
Come on in, come on in, til morning
Come on in,
Come on in,
Come on in, til morning
Come on in

(Chingy:)
We on the way to my house
Know what Im thinking about
Pop some Jodecy in
That'll get her wet, no doubt
Look like you been needing a friend
To please, ya heard me
With that gangsta love, girl come ride with a G
Rolled up some of that sticky


Since she like to smoke
Did a 100 to the pad, had to stash the toast
Pulled into the driveway
Hopped out and opened the door
Ya'll might think that's weak
But all the real playas know
Got inside, said she's cold
So I turned the heat on
Persian rug on the floor
To wipe ya feet on
And in 15 minutes, head boss gonna get beat on
She aint got no man,
Aint got no woman,
Who there to cheat on?
Can I get it?

(Chorus: Girl)
You can get this lovin
Its nothing
I think I got the something you wanting
So when you leave the club and
Come on in
Private party's jumpin over here
Come on in, come on in, til morning
Come on in,
Come on in,
Come on in, til morning
Come on in

(This is how it went down?)

(Chingy:)
We in my bedroom
She ask, can I take a shower
Hell yea, there go the soap, lotion and baby powder
She got undressed in front of me
She must been reading my mind
Glad I aint buying
This something you'd want to see
Instantly, I snuck in
Then she told me, get in
I grabbed to glasses and a bottle of that Seagrams Gin
So we got in the Ja'causezi
Cause its more relaxing
Call me Mr. Miyabi
Cause that ass I'm gonna be waxing
She got a little tipsy
Then started feeling on me
Then start feeling on herself
Yep, its going down homey
Next thing I know,
She went down...I got blessed
Then she got on top and let it drop
You know the rest

(Chorus x2: Girl)
You can get this lovin
Its nothing
I think I got the something you wanting
So when you leave the club and
Come on in
Private party's jumpin over here
Come on in, come on in, til morning
Come on in,
Come on in,
Come on in, til morning
Come on in

(feat. Fatman Scoop)

Fatman Scoop

what u say when u drunk in the club (hood up)
and u deep in the club let me know
(hood up)
show me where u from if ya city's #1
(hood up hood up hood up....)

Chingy

lets ride
then i drop the top
you know ching a ling gon' make it hot
let's ride
girl i got it locked
shut the club down when i hit the spot

ain't no secret im doin it baby
if i like what i see im pursuin it maybe
but a nasty attitude that could ruin it lady
if its all gravy hop in and (lets ride)
and we can cruise a lil bit
wild out and act like fools a lil bit
my whip aint old girl this that new shit
2006 ya hear

let's ride

what u gigglin for?
twist that thing and wiggle it more
a couple big faces what u jiggle it for
now close my door hold on

(chorus)

i know u like the ?? on the floor dont ya
strip tease yeah i know you will won't ya
other chicks mad cuz chingy flaunt ya
and ya know i'm on ya
if ya ready then (lets ride)
?? to this
heard in the club if they move to this
get ya party on and groove to this
ay this that shit come on girl (lets ride)
ya friends can come too
tell em' bout a player that rep the Lou
yeah i be here yup thats my crew
now what yall wanna do
hood up

(chorus)

err'body come and ride with me
grab a glass pull some drink and blaze up them trees

Fatman Scoop

work ya body
twist ya body
work ya body
twist ya body
stickshift (work ma)
stickshift (work ma)
stickshift (work ma)
stickshift (work ma)
work ya body
twist ya body
work ya body
twist ya body
stickshift (work ma)
stickshift (work ma)
stickshift (work ma)
stickshift (work ma)

(chorus)

sit down (on the ground)
sit down (on the ground)
sit down (on the ground)
sit down (on the ground)
sit down (on the ground)
sit down (on the ground)
sit down (on the ground)
get low now

Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3

This is the official (the official)...
Get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!)
For bein a non-hood affliate nigga

GIB...ACP

Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?)
...hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down
We comin' dirrty...we comin' dirrty

[Chorus}
The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it
You talk but you ain't 'bout it
Nigga huh, nigga huh
We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in
We're set trippin'
Nigga what, nigga what

[Verse 1: Chingy]
I crept in the spot with a tom strap
Haters that trip get blown back
We off that hash and cogniac
Head bussin' we on dat
Wanna freak out better pull dat ho
Take her to da bar and full dat ho
Get her in da bathroom, get some head
I'm a playa--yain't know?
Cowards know me so they starin'
Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin'
My nigga I pack stern
Police in herr, we ain't carrin'
Pussie don't pump in blood
Real niggas always show me love
Fake niggas keep yo caps and ??
Real niggas got dem gats and slugs
If you want, you can get it
Put a couple, in yo fitted
We ain't never scared trick
Tell 'em GIB did it
Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face
I almost caught a fuckin' case
(You cool dirrty?) Yeah I'm straight

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia]
Yeah...what!Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters
Three 6 Mafia fakers
You talk like commen...taters
You fiction like Terminator
My nation eliminata
Under...estimater
Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!)
I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine
I slap 'em...a couple a times and any a mine
I promise...he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up
And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!)

You got some pimps off in dis buildin'
Smokin' with yo children
In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin'
What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin'
Credit cards to G's with keys for dis pimpin'
They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin'
Don't hate on me or play with me
These Mafia boys be killin'
They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin'
You fuck with me you might get hit
I'm known for dome peelin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Chingy]
(Ride out niggas!)
Dammit Memphis on da scene
They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean
On da block we buy (some beans)??
These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans
You know these hoes be on my nuts
Take in the rims on da truck
Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks
Yeah bitch I know whats up
Ching-a-ling and Three 6
You got bricks? We flip
Don't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip
Two clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shot
Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac
Come equipped or don't come
Show up homie, don't run
Best believe we won't run
After da party get ya guns
Ain't no parking lot pimpin'
Only parking lot poppin'
Man what will stand down ho????
(brllrrllaaa!)
You herrd dem Ks choppin'

[Chorus]

[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 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

[Chorus: Chingy] + (Girl)
(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

[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!
F**k 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

(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

[J/Weav singing]
yeah yeah, DTP, how we do, call you, you can call me
Whatever you want to do baby, come on

[Chorus]
J/Weav:
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me
I'm only one call away
Chingy:
You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby
J/Weav:
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me
I'm only one call away
Chingy:
You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2

[Chingy]
It was weird how we met, hugh?
She was with her mom at Bank of America
With my son cashin a check so I asked out of respect, uh
Would she like to explore the world of I we can fly in my jet
Her reply was yes (Can I ask you something?)
I seen it in her eye Moma looking like all I wanted was sex
Then moved to the next (That aint true)
But it was something about his girls style
that make me feel no regrets
We started off casual walks threw the park
Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinking smart
Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, clutch and be up
But baby I aint on that stuff Dropped
her off and told her call me up (ring noise)
We could talk, conversate about ??? whatevers starts
So I zoomed off (car noise)
Looking bottom off my phone rang
It was her in the shower (what did she say?)
She said I couldn't do without you Then I say

[Chorus]
J/Weav:
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me
I'm only one call away
Chingy:
You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby
J/Weav:
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me
I'm only one call away
Chingy:
You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2

[Chingy]
Yo yo
The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball
Here she come with her friends they posted up on the wall
Now I'm showin off, tryin to dunk, tryin to dribble
Break fast threw the middle just to see her smile and giggle
Game over I approached her with a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys looking at me saying Lil Howard you weak
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I flaunt, never mess with it please don't
Told her I'm goin 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-threw thong on looked at her and I said

[Chorus]
J/Weav:
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me
I'm only one call away
Chingy:
You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby
J/Weav:
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me
I'm only one call away
Chingy:
You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x2

[Chingy]
Girl recognize game before game recognize you
You dealin with a playa, true, now what you wanna do
We can kick it and go puff on a blunt
Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of henn and we can get drunk
Its up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know
Cause if you got a attitude then I could treat you just like a ho
If ya rollin with me baby hop in its enough room
We can gaze at the stars and shine like the moon
Give me a chance to show ya and a chance to know ya
Just be true and theres nothing I wont do for ya
Some women like to play it foul
but them the kind I put in a place like
a child don't worry be happy and smile

[Chorus]
J/Weav:
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me
I'm only one call away
Chingy:
You could, roll with, me, if you was my baby
J/Weav:
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me
I'm only one call away
Chingy:
You could, roll with, me, if you was my lady x4

[J/Weav singing]
DTP, ha, how we do, ha, give me call,
if you wanna ball, you know what it is

(feat. Lil' Flip, Boozie of the G.I.B.)

Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state,
City to city, ballers ballers. Let's do this, dirty.
Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling.
You know how I do it: representing St. Louis.
Put your hands up, put your hands up.

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 1 - Chingy]

I got the pots up in the kitchen,
I'm just a baller pitching-in my division.
Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing
My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening.

So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing.
The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing.
Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the pistons.

Baby if you listening, I'm a' tour so much,
Folks say I'm missing, gettin'.
This baller s-k-in', I be running around with it, spitting it.

The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here,
I wish you would in here, We smoke good in here.

Moving through your hood shining,
Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds,
Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming-
I get 50 thou' for an in-store signing, cause I'm a

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip]

It ain't nuthing to a boss,
That's why I spent three hundred on a cross!
Pink and yellow, that's the combination.
I know a skinny rapper out here player hating.

Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume,
I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee?
Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock,
But I still get respect on my own block.

Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back,
Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback.
I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman.
But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man.

Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain,
So even when I'm not around, they promote the name.
I'm Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till I'm gone.
I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb,
A baller, baby!

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Verse 3 - Boozie]

That's me, that's right, I've got a Bentley for sure,
A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more.

I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores.
I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room.

I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore.
On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores.

Said I'm on another level that you can't afford:
Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more.

That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more,
Cause my price at work sure be on soar.

That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores,
'cause I won't settle for nothing less than more.

[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[Intro: Chingy]
Ah y'all we get it right herre this the remix
Trackstars, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do)
Disturbing Tha Peace, So So Def, Chingy, J.D
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Let's do it

[Chorus: Chingy]
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
(Down ya hairr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre
(Make me starre)

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Girl why you 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
Ah 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!

[Chorus x2: Chingy]
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
(Down ya hairr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre
(Make me starre)

[Verse 2: Trina]
Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre
(Wanna starre)
House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr (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
Im back for my crown fake bitches bow down
This the remix what you wanna do now?
I know u like the way we do this over herre
Get loose in da club like we just don't carre
(Don't carre)

[Chorus x2: Chingy]
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
(Down ya hairr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre
(Make me starre)

[Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri]
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 mannn
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

[Chorus x2: Chingy]
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr
(Down ya hairr)
I like the way you do that right thurr
(Right thurr)
Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre
(Make me starre)

[Outro: Chingy]
I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh)
I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh)
Trackstars, ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do
I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah)
I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do