[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
[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
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...
[ ] 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 ]
[ 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...
[ ] 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
[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
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
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]
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
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] 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
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[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
[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.
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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.
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
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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
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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
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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
