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CHINGY lyrics - Jackpot

Holidae In

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[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! Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout 'that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' keep listenin' ' 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

Money

CHARLI BALTIMORE "Ice"
[Featuring Mase] Uhh nigga Uhm yeah [Charli Baltimore] (Mase) Yo yo yo See I hold my head hoes wanna 'spite me Mad I got you gagged but they wifey Icey is what merchandise be Know I'ma star so they over price me Charli B'More be twice you dare Tell you got no style by the Ice you pick Step into my cold area polar bear wear White minking white linking now what you thinking What do my Ice got you blinking Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinking What's feel, bad bitch, dress really Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex really Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters Cherry gators, Todd roll in every flavor Rhymes I wrote (9's I told 'em) Times I hold 'em I even put 9's in niggas quotas What Yeah What Yeah What what Yea what what Turn me up, though Turn me up [Mase] Yo, yo, now if you don't stop Then we won't stop If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top I ain't never met a bitch that won't suck a cock So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch! [Charli] If you know B'More, then you know this song I'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me on While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long Fuck around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie gone Ring too Get that nigga cream too Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true [Mase] I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach Chanel flip flop's, sand all on ya feet Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat So a bitch like you, can't check me from the street [Charli] I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with Mase All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face What what what Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah [Mase] Yeah, what what, what the fuck What they think, cause Mase young, Mase be dumb They get Mase strung, it'll then that'll be numb But ever see blood die, with light change Got the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range Half these girls, don't even know my right name Fly rollie, mink made of coyote Love a ghetto hoe, I know she died for me You got me confussed, see Cam the freak Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach Some live average, so that hand couldn't reach Living expenses, 50 grand a week You know me, I V-O-T, low key Platnuim rollie, smoke a O-Z Baby face nigga, without no goatee 2 point 8, about to blow 3 Huh What the fuck What the fuck Yeah yeah yeah What what what Yeah yeah yeah What what what Yeah yeah yeah What what what Uh What the fuck Don't stop What the fuck We won't stop Harlem-Philly's Still bless ya forever Mase blessed forever

Have It All

CHARLI BALTIMORE
[Featuring Mase] Uhh nigga Uhm yeah [Charli Baltimore] (Mase) Yo yo yo See I hold my head hoes wanna 'spite me Mad I got you gagged but they wifey Icey is what merchandise be Know I'ma star so they over price me Charli B'More be twice you dare Tell you got no style by the Ice you pick Step into my cold area polar bear wear White minking white linking now what you thinking What do my Ice got you blinking Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinking What's feel, bad bitch, dress really Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex really Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters Cherry gators, Todd roll in every flavor Rhymes I wrote (9's I told 'em) Times I hold 'em I even put 9's in niggas quotas What Yeah What Yeah What what Yea what what Turn me up, though Turn me up [Mase] Yo, yo, now if you don't stop Then we won't stop If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top I ain't never met a bitch that won't suck a cock So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch! [Charli] If you know B'More, then you know this song I'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me on While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long Fuck around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie gone Ring too Get that nigga cream too Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true [Mase] I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach Chanel flip flop's, sand all on ya feet Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat So a bitch like you, can't check me from the street [Charli] I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with Mase All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face What what what Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah [Mase] Yeah, what what, what the fuck What they think, cause Mase young, Mase be dumb They get Mase strung, it'll then that'll be numb But ever see blood die, with light change Got the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range Half these girls, don't even know my right name Fly rollie, mink made of coyote Love a ghetto hoe, I know she died for me You got me confussed, see Cam the freak Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach Some live average, so that hand couldn't reach Living expenses, 50 grand a week You know me, I V-O-T, low key Platnuim rollie, smoke a O-Z Baby face nigga, without no goatee 2 point 8, about to blow 3 Huh What the fuck What the fuck Yeah yeah yeah What what what Yeah yeah yeah What what what Yeah yeah yeah What what what Uh What the fuck Don't stop What the fuck We won't stop Harlem-Philly's Still bless ya forever Mase blessed forever

Let's Get It (Remix)

G-DEP "Child Of The Ghetto"
(feat. Black Rob, Kain, Loon, Mark Curry) [Black Rob] They said that I'm a Rottweiler And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York [Loon over Black Rob (P. Diddy)] We just happy to be here (This is the remix) Fuckin cock suckers (Bad Boy baby), haha! [Kain] Yo.. aiyyo, get smacked silly (right) Kain am I aid and check wet willys (uhh) Dep cracked the dutch cause Curry broke the philly (what) News at ten, Bad Boy, hope ya know not them dudes again (not them dudes again) Yeah we hold vendettas, big ten letters (what) S6s with fourteen antennas (c'mon) Or in the Porsche with the buckets back, hah (Oh my God!) Bitches like, 'Who the fuck is that' Ciaffi, freaked off, drunk off Saki (that's right) Got 'em +Eyeing The Tiger+ like +Rocky+ (c'mon) When I, step on the scene I'm expectin my cream Stand by and I'm reppin for Queens (that's right) My destination is, detonation (say what) If one verse-out, my mouth could dead a nation (that's right) Yeah I said it, and Diddy gon' and did it (c'mon) Put these rappers on edit, now let's get it (let's get it) [Chorus] Make this money, take this money (let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uhh) shake it honey (let's get it) Take it money, now let's get it (let's get it) [P. Diddy over Chorus] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby.. We just happy to be back [Mark Curry] Curry the paperchaser, lace the track up with 16 bars of crack Bring it back from the block, sub on () workin it wherever you at Get the money and the nigga, no takin nothin from me I'm hungry for it, I'm fadin niggaz 'cross the border And if they want war, we can war (we can war) I'm chin-chose down to the floor (uhh) Round 'em and count 'em, take 'em all (uhh) Ya lookin for the hook up, who ya call The M the A the R the K the C-U double R-Y Shit crackin all night, gotta hear it all types I'm to the pavement, my nights and days wit (uh-huh) While you stare in amazement, I'm hotter than Cajun You're blazin, throwin up my tre's in, who want 'em Just like that, a 360 on 'em, get that Twist yo' ball caps and rep how ya livin It's all about the cash, let's get it (let's go) [Chorus] [P. Diddy over Chorus] C'mon, Bad Boy's young guns This, is, the, remix - Loon.. [Loon] Uhh, yeah, now check it out, yo, check it out I'm 'bout a dollar, son, I see through it, I gotta follow (c'mon) If ya ain't borrow money I gotta holla (holla) Simple and plain (plain), the reason why I entered the game (that's right) I seen Sean do it, so I'm tryin to get it the same (let's go) Pimpin ain't changed, niggaz still gettin 'em thangs Got the six with Shaquille feet rippin 'em lanes Got a chick that's a real freak givin me brains The temperature changed, soon as nigga get off the plane So ya know a nigga gettin some change, stand over the game While do they shake they shoulders the same (why) We get money, they ain't supposed to be playin So what we supposed be sayin You niggaz actin like these crackers ain't payin So let's get it (you got it), so let did it again (c'mon) In 2002, son, I'm diggin the Benz (that's right) With the rims that stop but continue to spin (yeah) My shorty come with a crew son, I'm diggin the French So let's get it [P. Diddy over Loon's last line] This, is, the, remix [Chorus] [P. Diddy over Chorus] Bad Boy baby, The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues The Saga Continues [G. Dep] Soul Controller (yeah!), rap Ayatollah Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller (c'mon) I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota Give some bakin soda and a quarter (yeah) Bet I flow straight up out the water I'ma wreck the game 'til it say 'Out of order' (uh-huh) Put the high score up, then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe Head on the tour bus (ehh) Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler Called up five reporters to thank my supporters Hittin wives and daughters Brought 'em neck spray from Estee Lauders Call Puffy to order [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, call me Diddy, I run this city Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty (aah!) Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it, drop mine, hot 9 exclusive Got y'all +Hulkin+ like +Bruce+ did (say what, say what) Cause I can, break backs and stacks, it's no problem (no problem) Make raps and tracks and go Harlem I get worldwide coverage I got so many spots I don't even buy luggage Ya love it; make moves major, hide out in Asia If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY!! [echoe] C'mon [Chorus] [P. Diddy over Chorus] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues [Black Rob] I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle (c'mon) Forty-five sparks (haha) turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle Can't slay Rob How many niggaz done tried to play mob, quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing Act like you gonna pull that thing thing You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling I represent 'A' block in Sing Sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen (oh papi!) Moves for paper, booze no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser (take that) Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it (he ain't do it) Now let's get it (let's get it) [Chorus] [P. Diddy over Chorus] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby, yeah [Chorus] [P. Diddy over Chorus] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby 2001, The Saga Continues [P. Diddy] The Saga Continues, yeah [ad libs to end]

Skeletons

JOE BUDDEN "No Love Lost"
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] I look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from But knowing that it's coming, I was bugging as a youngin' Now I'm runnin from, somethin' that'll even out my dumb decisions The night I shot and had him bleedin' out his lungs and spittin' Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen, Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin' So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin' I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand, Gun on my waist and, "I don't give a fuck" is my plan You'll never understand my palm sweat Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet Go on let shorty sin Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell, that's brave enough to tell you everything [Hook:] I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah) And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah) Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it I doubt it [Verse 2: Crooked I] Fuck all that rapping, I'm a let the conversation rock I got skeletons in my closet The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'm a take a shot And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face I steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout All of your secrets out loud It started as a kid at my school desk Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore That's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor And more came through Crooked I's youth I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth For real, bro [Hook] [Bridge:] I thought I had it all locked away till forever But no memories fade away, They seem to stay Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me? [Verse 3: Joe Budden] See the problem is, I know it all Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department Intercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin Skeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments It's all bleak to me Tell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me On one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it But you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand Me against the world, I plan on winning, knowing I'm undermanned Want to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint My roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent [Hook]

Shootouts

NAS "It Was Written"
Yo, release what's in me Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny Instead of diet plans it's crack 200 grams I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at It's slow, lookin for Rambo, the cop who got grazed Back in the days, chasin niggaz through my project maze That cop he got a death wish He run behind niggaz until you breathless Everyday he makin ten arrests, sheeit My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest with I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it (Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun) Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum to check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde caesar Vetacini summer gear, she push the two-seater I heard she brag about the way he eat her A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba She do be lookin weaker, now her teeth are foul Speakin loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud Fat ass dissolvin, like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron I heard she let Jake investigate from her window cause she's a nympho, suckin dick and coughin up info So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up I know he vest up, we blazin from the neck up (Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your glock burst They had the chains on, son hit the lock first We busted in the cop jerked Jungle popped one in his shirt I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the monitors They eyein us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five) Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now Two in the dome, he's laid down, aiyyo the bitch is saved now She's living in a snitch grave now [Chorus: Nas] Shootouts is similar to Wild West Broad daylight, face to face without a vest You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God to save the life that the Devil sold See +It Was Written+ but was never told Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than gold Niggaz roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit tryin to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot [Nas] Still on the streets with my peeps so deep We threw a block party for my man goin up creek to do his two to four, niggaz show love, from all around the board Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it sewn We can watch the tape play back and just zone Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter Music was loud and it was crowded Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost Guzzled his drink, and staggered off He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill Couldn't take losin his cash, and I could feel somethin in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre A gun slinger, who niggaz hadn't seen in a year I usually be holdin - 'specially this type of weekend And everyone except for me had started reachin They had gats in each others faces, with kids and grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his paper My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off Police blitz quick, waitin for that to set off Runnin the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of faggots Startin shit in my hood, I can't have it Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is still out Let's make it real and still make them niggaz famous Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave Hearin Jake retaliatin, and Wiz was up the alley waitin We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died Internal bleedin inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five [Chorus]

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