Jackpot
Album - 15 luglio 2003 - Debaser id 76939

Instrumental

Hook 1:
Uhhh uhhh uhhh
He's herre (this is a Track Star production)....he's herre...he's herre (for my nigga' chingy up in herre)
Yeah (the biggest nigga in the game, no need the same old, go and kill 'em) he is herre

Chorus:
Don't be d's'courg'd now (he's herre)
Got it made now (he's herre)
Came to lay it down
He---is-(really)--Herre
Don't be d's'courg'd now (he's herre)
Got it made now (he's herre)
Let's pray to God he don't hit ya

Verse 1:
Back slap that ass, clap that ass, trapped in body bags
Glocks or mags, for a block of fast, park the trash, drop ya fast
Never jock a cat, I would blast out a stack, rock a half, watch my math
Stock the stack so I watch my stash (style?)
Cock and grab, open up, chop and grab
Quarter bags, order that, water last, snort a half
Have ya comin' back cuz I import the stash
Escort the hash, extort the 'raff
Cut the pass, brought my mass
Sort my cash, on the dock, block is hot
Keep it in a proper spot, adopt a cop, rob a spot
Plot a heist and cop a knot
Drop a pot, slot a lot, jackpot a lot
Already got a lot, wildin' out in my ride
So...

Chorus 2x:
Verse 2:
We are dangerous, mangle us who slang with us, insane and stuff, and puff a gang of stuff and aim to bust
You strange and tough, no thang to us, famous stuff, game I love, train my sluts to give brain and cuss, learn pain and plus
Get tricks to claim they bucks, think they nuts, slurp them up, hooker work them up, wake them up, break 'em fuck, cake and crust, stank 'em up
Makin stuff, in ya twat, hit the streets, then the blocks, then or not, hit the dentist swatch in a scotch
Top notch on my roster, busta eatin' pasta, drop her in the closet, clamp you like a lobster, have my ho to rob ya
Then dodge her, any ho need work I got a job for, go see the supplier, make like you a buyer, goodbye slut
Trick these fake playas out they weapons, take em buy em up messiah, wait and bring 'em back to ma and pa ya
Chingy keep these heifers on the strip and on fire, try 'em

Chorus 2x:

[Intro]
Uh hey dirty (what)
Look at that girl right thurr (uh)
She make me say (ohh)
Oohhh oh oh
Do whatchu do

[Chorus]
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Switch ya hips when you're walkin, let down your hair (down your hair)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Lick ya lips when you talkin, that make me stare (make me stare)

[Verse 1]
I like the way you look in them pants, shit you fine (fine)
Lil mama a quarter piece, she far from a dime (dime)
The type of girl that getchu up and go make you grind (grind)
I'm thinkin bout snatchn' her up
Dirty, making her mine
Look at her hips, look at her legs, Ain't she stacked (stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind hittn' that from the back (back)
I like it when I touch her, cuz she moan a lil bit
Jeans saggin', so I can see her thong a lil bit
I know you grown a lil bit, 20 years old, you legal
Don't trip off my people, just hop in the regal
I swoop on her like an eagle, swoop down on its prey
I know your popular, but you gon be famous today

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
She be shoppin at Frontenac, just look at her front and back
Man she's so stacked, and she know that I want that
Her man he so whack, girl can I taste your cat
Gave her 300 to strip, like buying a throwback
She stay in the club, like to be seen she got it honest
In real life, girl remind me of Pocahontas
She be at events, stop the press when she pass
All the high rollin' cats, wanna pay for that...
Ain't no half steppin', strapped with a nice weapon, trip
It's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen her dirty, your mouth gone drop
World wide, fools probably tell you this off tops,

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
I like it when she doing that (come on)
Plus I like it when she bring it back
Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh do what you do
I like it when she doing that (uhhh)
Plus I like it when she bring it back
Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh do what you do

[Verse 3]
Gimme what you got for a pork chop (uh)
She threw it at me like I was a shortstop (uh)
Twerkin in a phatty girl halter top
Then she backed it up on me, and let it drop (drop)
Make it hop (boing) , like a bunny (bunny)
Girl can I touch you where it's sunny
Her appearance will make you give her some money
She should pose for sports illustriated
It's like a picture perfect site
When she pass all the other girls hate it, but

[Chorus]

[Outro]
I like that (uh huh)
I like that (uh huh)
I like that (uh huh)
I like that, Track Stars oh oh oh
Do what you do

I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that (yeah)
I like that, Chingy oh oh oh oh
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...

[Hook]
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 verse]

[Verse 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...

[Hook]
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 verse]

[Verse 2: Chingy](girl)
Breakin' niggaz wit the flow
Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So
Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo
Painted bracelet, can't you taste it
More powerful than the +Matrix+
Cats they get dropped from they label
I'm herre now, now they in basics
Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy
Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery
To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I'll see you ladies
Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me
My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other[Tires screeching]
Now I got a bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother
We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us
Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh)

[Hook]
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 verse]

[Verse 3: Chingy]
We gettin' in, the Lou
Twenty-twos, on old school
They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules
They gettin' it in Chicago, playas holdin' it down
They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound
They gettin' it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it
They gettin' it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit
They gettin' it in Detroit, thuggin', ballin' and spendin' (Whoaa!)
They gettin' it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin'
They gettin' it in Caley High, rollin' and bangin'
They gettin' it in Atlanta, 'thorities watchin' me drankin'
They gettin' it in Las Vegas, them team heard of slots
They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' up they flop(unh)

[Hook]
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

Wassup ya'll?
It's Chingy's slot-a-lot in the house
We got Jackpot the Pimp in the back

We came here today
To address a certain issue
That all you young playaz need to know about for real

Chorus:
Juice these ho's (what)
Juice these ho's (say it)
All my playaz grab their nuts and juice these ho's (come on)
Juice these ho's (what)
Juice these ho's (say it)
All my playaz grab their nuts and juice these ho's (you tell em)

Trick get back (uh), tricky back (you tell em)
Trick get back, for your ass get smacked (you tell em)
Trick get back (what), tricky back (you tell em)
Trick get back, for your head get cracked

Verse 1:

You can't fool me ho
With that movie star roll
Take your ass to the store or get a job and blow

Why should I love ya?
Why should I kiss ya?
Ganga cats bang ya
That's why I dissed ya

I'm a paint a picture
Didn't them gang hit ya?
Now you want me to play sugar daddy
All bitch ya

Crazy asses mental patient in a wheelchurr
Take that wave out and go get some real hurr
Let's play truth or durr
Is it true that you gave head in a phone booth?
Girl that shit ain't true but oh, you don't curr

When I'm out I see you shurr
I don't wanna fuck I wanna get in them pockets
Reverse psychology ain't too furr
I claim pimp
My set your strip
Yo check my grip (trick!)
Set out them lips, and them hips

Ho you can't get a dolla from me (not one dollar)
A playa is your man to be (that's me)
You are the weakest link girl you I don't need (gon' bout ya bitch)
All my cats why don't you say it with me

-Chorus-

Come with that depressiveness
Young minded aggressive shit
Class in attention clique
Really don't know who you messin with
Ya'll the same no sexual shit
Huh disrespectful bitch
Take a look at my neckalace
Rowdy then we be out for breakfast
You connect them pants as hit
Till you reach my mansion miss
Never dealt with pressure pimp
I retired on every cent
Girls talk, dudes do it
I ain't heard of impressive chick
My lesson is never sweat a chick
Puttin' me first like Letterman
I'm a better and she better then
Well let's freak then exit chick
She like to be rubbed where panty thin
Talk what she like and get her in

Ho you can't get a dolla from me (not one dollar)
A playa is your man to be (that's me)
You are the weakest link girl you I don't need (gon' bout ya bitch)
All my cats why don't you say it with me

-Chorus-

Been to there now so many times I gotta do these ho's
Quit lookin' at me all funny I don't curr if you these ho's
This how I view these ho's
Can't excuse these ho's
Use these ho's for what they worth then lose these ho's
It's filled with two peas ho
I know that you see 0's
In my checkbook and my neck
It's usually froze
I like them groupie ho's
Just come too me show
Hit and run without child support
Now sue me ho

Cause
Ho you can't get a dolla from me (not one dollar)
A playa is your man to be (that's me)
You are the weakest link girl you I don't need (gon' bout ya bitch)
All my cats why don't you say it with me

-Chorus 2x-

man, my momma be trippin like a mothafucka man
(man, u gotta get the fuck out the crib)
i know, talkin bout i'm 31 and still livin wit her
so?
i know niggaz older than that
i'm still gettin this money though
(this mothafuckin money. nigga u tell her it come out yo pocket nigga u buy the bread)
that's what im talkin bout
i brang home the groceries shit(yea thats what im talkin bout)
wussup nigga? who is that?(what the fuck)
that look like that nigga lil' howard
oh shit!
(music: throw yo hood up if u representin)
wussup nigga?
they call u chingy now
(ching,ching) (laughing)
cost lot a lurr, pop a cop, drop a spurr
(laughing)
wuz up nigga? what's crackin though?
yea boy u doin yo thang, boy i see that nigga all on tv
(laughin) right thurr
how u been nigga? (yea) u know workin
man(i see u all on tv) yea, workin man
i know u got a job fo yo nigga though
(yea, wussup)give me somethin nigga
i can drive a bus. yea? somethin
i can rap fuck it (yep) ill knock out the hoes
spin somethin repeat 2x
check me out, check me out
nigga hard times (uh huh) make niggaz like me
nigga hard times...
man shut that shit up
well anyway nigga (keep yo head up keep writin)
we goin to the club tonite u want a ride?
we goin to the spot nigga, goin to the spot
(we might head up thurr) see whats crackin
yea nigga we... (we might slide through) wha.. what chu gon do
we might slide through. aight shit
we'll just see yall niggaz later man yall niggaz stay up
aight man keep yo head up
(leaving)
yea dog. man
i don't trust them niggaz. me neither
why he got that nigga wit him fo?
nigga out of here... i can do that nigga
put me on the track. a bop wop a doowop
nigga what
we could rap (nigga what)
fo real. i could rap somethin
rap my hand around this block
nigga, i bet u nigga (whatever nigga)
we need to catch that nigga sleepin we gon bling bling ya know? (hell yea)
fuck that nigga

[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't speak to the hatas (they mad at me)
House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me)
Guess they ain't neva seen a playa (they mad at me)
My girl in Luis that and Fendi this (they mad at me)

[Verse 1]
Ain't my fault, smooth
Can't eve ride down the street without somebody screamin
The woman love me and even the fellas be teamin
But see I hate male groupies, so jus steop the hell off
Look but don't touch as I bail off, handle, wheel, and the clutch
I love what I'm doin mama Support me and stop the hate
If I gave you 50 Gs to shut up you'd be straight
Sike, It won't happen
Look hurr I ain't jus rappin
I make it happen, like a captain, 2nd to none, I'm draftin
Holdin my own, I'm grown and do what I choose to
Ya like the blueberry Bentley
Though I ain't hurr to amuse you
I got a safe in a place you will prolly never find it
Bein mad at me like bein mad at the game
I designed it

[Chorus]

Ay, look at the rims on that car (tire screech)
Uh, dubs rub the cizzurb
Got the drink and izzerb
Floatin thought the city, man I gottz leave the subizzurb
Man, with the tvs and the wood expand, front to back
Plus and that flat flask black max, in the trunk you pump
Never take what I earn
Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn
Catch me in the quarter ?? Wit the triple arm
Hoppin out G'd up, dangling my DTP charm
Gotta get in and I'm wit it, it's a must
I talk it, you see that gold
If you want it, it's a must
You walk it
Baby blue Benz, old school,
74 hoe next to the blue and grey
Rolls wit the blue and grey doles
Yea

[Chorus]

Yo, national bridge I'm headin to
Uh, O'Fallon mark the spot
On Sunday Buck be heated
Cuz we peep 2s that'll make you need to live or treat it
I hustle wit the raps like ounces of crack
Weigh it to my playa, sharp fools play it up
Never let a freak stroll, keep hoes on hold
Jus to talk to me, exciting like the Rams Superbowl
And I put that on goals if
I don't blow now I'ma repo this
whole industry and its gon go down
W'sup wit it
See me glow in the dark
Catch me in the Northwest plaza buyin up the large
I paid my dues, don't get mad, jus let me ball
When they see lil Howard they gon be like naaaawww

[Chorus]

[Chingy]
Bagg up
Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)
Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)
Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)
Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)
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

[hook]
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

[Chingy]
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 dope? I dunno what you yappin about
Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about
Just Chingy baby

[hook]
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

[Chingy]
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

[hook]
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