歌手:Chingy
专辑:《Jackpot》

作曲 : Curtis Mayfield/Howard Bailey/David Marvin Blake
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Straight playa baby

Two rides outside with that OG ride
I'm high but it's all gravy
Snake skins no Timbaland boots get loot
I'll shoot if you try to play me
Get clout when I'm out money what I'm all about
In a world that's so shady

Peep this streetness never had a weakness
Peep this I do this daily

Follow my whole set bottles of moet

Bet until they lay me

Six feet in the dirt I'm the one with the work
Got hits but they try to spray me
If I lack keep straps it's a wrap gimme daps
You can roll with me yeah maybe

Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes
When an MC grind don't play crazy

Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
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My pockets on swoll is that what ya mad for
Huh Go on then

See that Coup with that maroon rag up
What Huh Then

To your money hungry chicks that always nag us
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E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll

Touch what's mine you gon' end up gettin' mowed
Ladies they love me like
They just found a pot of gold
Jackpot I'm scoring big around the globe
You can be hot
I'm what you not and that's cold
Cold with the flow dro when it goes
Sick baby said she never drove a stick

Until she was ontop of me backseat of the six
It's goin down round these parts
Nobody liked me till
I got the deal so don't start
Is it different Is it ****
I dunno what you yappin about
Its way too funky for you to smell what
I'm rappin about
Just Chingy baby

Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
Bounce bounce then

My pockets on swoll is that what ya mad for
Huh Go on then

See that Coup with that maroon rag up
What Huh Then

To your money hungry chicks that always nag us
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How many MC's must get dissed

For hatin on the NDP New Draft Pick
Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist
I'm sorry I'm the glitter that
Your girls seen glists
Swim with the big fish I hit I don't miss
Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks
Don't get me pissed you'll take a big diss

It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff
I'm a bully like Cliff
I sank yo ship
Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip
Just Chingy baby

Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
Bounce bounce then

My pockets on swoll is that what ya mad for
Huh Go on then

See that Coup with that maroon rag up
What Huh Then

To your money hungry chicks that always nag us
Bagg up