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1. _ Let Me Luv U
Yea, let me
This that Pro Player Music
Right hurr man
For the players dirty
Let me
You ain't even gotta say nothing to a girl
You ain't even gotta approach her man
She just gonna give it to ya
This ain't for you rookies though
Aim for your best
Get it
[Chorus]
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 flashed my chain
I can't stop staring
Damn she got ass and things
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 ain't nothing to think about (ha ha)
Ya smell me
She got close and sniffed the fur-enheit
And almost overdosed
I stays fly ya know ya know
[Chorus]
We on the way to my house
Know what I'm 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
Y'all might think that's weak
But all the real players 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 ain't got no man,
Ain't got no woman,
Who there to cheat on?
Can I get it?
[Chorus]
(This is how it went down)
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 ain't 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 Jacuzzi
Cause its more relaxing
Call me Mr. Miyagi
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]
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2. _ Hands Up
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3. _ Nike Aurr's and Crispy Tee's
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4. _ Brand New Kicks
Good evening
Town folk
Country folk
City folk
Rednecks colors and Spaniards
And anything in between
[Chorus]
Brand new kicks to match my new outfits
I still roll wit project chicks
And I know I make yall ni**as sick
I move crumbs to bricks
Too fly rides
Wood frame playa leather inside
That's dat high definition tv live
Check the chain, check the wrist, check the buckle
Aye neon, the flyest the freshest the coldest
The smoothest to ever to walk this earth and I knows this
High dats probably from purple puffin and drumsticks
I got enough game to spit this rap through a whole chick
It ain't me actin' 'cause see dis homie I'm choosen
Wrist all bliss because my watch is all slowed and
My life photo shoots see daily I be posin'
I hit the club and git it poppin til its closin
I take you back in the days bugs bunny j's
Low cut fade and them Cartier shades
Pimpin' until I'm dead and gone somewhere in the
Remember what special ed said I got it made
Play games wit me boy you gon need first aid
Im bout money you bout trickin' we ain't on the same page
A honey grant for a feature fresh lets get paid
From head to toe I'm g'd up
[Chorus]
We doin' big stuff rippin' the grain and big trucks
Sippin' champagne with some ducks makin' big bucks
Wow! ain't no limit to my bank account
Wow! look at this check you see dat amount?
My wardrobe go across the globe
That's how it is when you release eight million sold
That's cool if I go gold
'Cause Ima read fo shows on this punkhold
Got the Benz that new range bout to git that bump
Plus got some new shit that you ain't never seen
All alone
Aye don't hate let the playas play
Before I hit you wit dat cake
[Chorus]
I your kicks is crispy and yo fit is spiffy go head
If yo cake is jiffy and you richer den richy go head
If chick is pretty and you run the city go head
If yo pimpin' is strong and yo money is long go head
See all those other dude bedroom
Smell dat Gucci and me playa
Next thing you know they in my bedroom
My name speaks for whats up she give me some heads on
Rubys all in my charm lookin' like a red moona
Head cocked bandana reppin' for the block
Gang cocked guess some coward wanna take my spot
Law will run away from me I guess I'm that hot
Usta be fellen now its co slot-a-lot
[Chorus]
Yes you know who it is
Its yo boy once again ching-a-ling
My homeboy Manny Fresh on the track ya digg
We gon do this one from the end onto the atl man
We gon keep it so fly so fresh and so clean
Ya dig what I'm sayin'
G I b yeah!
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5. _ Ass N Da Aurr
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6. _ Dem Jeans
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?
How the, how the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?
'Cause your waist so little and your ass is like whoa
'Cause your waist so little and your ass is like whoa
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
Luxury, now that's your life
That's the type of shit I'm on
Let me see you get 'em on
Back it up a bit
Yeah, that's it
'Cause I can see your thong
Caramel skin tone
Damn, you look like Nia Long
Don't be actin' like that lil' mama
'Cause I can leave you 'lone
Mix the lime with that Patron
That's 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 jeans 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]
Damn, girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem jeans?
Dem jeans?
How'd you get all that in dem?
Damn, 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, that's what's up
Now, now, now
When walkin', girl
And you make it swirl
It's hard for me not to look
And I want you in my world
Bubbled up (oh)
Pokin' out (hey)
Lickin' my lip, sayin'
Shawty, swing it my way
Damn, ma
How the hell you get all that in?
Dem pants, ma
Hope you ain't 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 wanna 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]
I don't mean to be rude
But I like the way you move
Got 'cha boy in the mood
Let's go back to my jacuzz'
I ain't like them other fools
Gotta play by my rules
Face down
Ass up
Hands off look (oh)
There it go
Don't be scared
Let it show
I like them curves
Make that thing talk
When you walk
I'm slurin' my words
Drop it to the floor, ya heard
Ain't no hatin'
Girl ya hot
I've seen a lot of stallions
But man you workin' with a lot
[Chorus: x2]
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7. _ U a Freak (Nasty Girl)
Colli-Park
Nasty girl, nasty girl, nasty girl, nasty girl
[Chorus:]
Far as I know you a freak, (Who me?)
A lil' nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat, to the beat,
Clap clap skeet skeet, (skeet skeet)
Cause all I really wanna do' but she don't come cheap.
Far as I no you a freak,
A lil' nasty girl to shake her ass to the beat, to the beat,
Clap clap Skeet skeet, (skeet skeet)
Cause all I really wanna do' but she don't come cheap.
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon chicken head patty cake, lean wit it rock wit it
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon chicken head patty cake, lean wit it rock wit it
Hands up lil' momma was up,
Know you see me pulling up in that truck,
Rimmed up chin chilla timbed up.
Hopped out matchin' fur brim what?
Yeah these freaks out tonight,
Man herd they in route tonight,
No body should be sitting on the couch tonight,
Hey gray goose got me feeling so rite.
[Chorus]
Now I'm looking for that ass and them jeans,
Shaped like a eight walk real mean,
High class and always on the scene,
Cats ask her why she always looking mean.
Behind closed doors its a different thing,
She get it from her momma I ain't mad na mean, na mean
I can only show you these two things, clap clap, skeet skeet, now beat.
[Chorus]
Nasty (Who?) Nasty girl (Me?)
I don't mean to sturr (Boy what chu' looking at?)
Me I'd be at my hotel suite and maybe we can take it thurr? (That's Right).
Nasty (Who?) Nasty girl (Me?)
I don't mean to sturr (Boy what chu' looking at?)
Me I'd be at my hotel suite and maybe we can take it thurr? (That's Right).
[Chorus]
This has a been a Colli-Park Slaughterlot presentation, and we out.
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8. _ Let's Ride
What you say when you drunk in the club (hood up)
And you deep in the club let me know
(hood up)
Show me where you from if ya city's #1
(hood up, hood up, hood up)
(hood up)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
[Chorus: x2]
C'mon lets ride
Then I drop the top
You know ching a ling goin' make it hot
Let's ride
Girl I got it locked
Shut the club down when I hit the spot
C'mon, lets ride
Ain't no secret i'm 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 ain't old girl this that new shit
2006 ya hear
Let's ride
What you gigglin' for?
Twist that thing and wiggle it more
A couple big faces what you jiggle it for
Now close my door hold on
[Chorus: x2]
C'mon, lets ride
I know you like the fur on the floor don't ya
Strip tease yeah I know you will won't ya
Other chicks mad cause 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 that's my crew
Now what y'all wanna do
Hood up
[Chorus: x2]
Err'body come and ride with me
Grab a glass pull some drink and blaze up them trees
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
Stick shift (work ma)
Stick shift (work ma)
Stick shift (work ma)
Stick shift (work ma)
[Chorus: x3]
C'mon, lets ride
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
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9. _ Club Gettin' Crowded
Uh huh (We came to bust heads)
Uh huh (We came to bust heads)
Uh huh (We came to bust heads)
This is the official (the official)
Get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!)
For bein' a non-hood affiliate nigga
GIB
ACP
Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?)
Hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down
We comin' dirty we comin' dirty
[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
I crept in the spot with a chrome strap
Haters that trip get blown back
We off that hash and cognac
Head bussin' we on that
Wanna freak out better pull that ho
Take her to the bar and full that ho
Get her in the bathroom, get some head
I'm a playa ain'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'
Pussy don't pump in blood
Real niggas always show me love
Fake niggas keep yo caps and hugs
Real niggas got them 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 that punk up out this place for putting his fingers in my face
I almost caught a fuckin' case
(You cool dirty?) Yeah I'm straight
[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, what!
Now I ain't even worried bout you, haters
Three 6 Mafia fakers
You talk like commentators
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 the back of the club, with my thugs syrup 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 that SK that be drillin'
You fuck with me you might get hit
I'm known for dome peelin'
[Chorus: x2]
(Ride out niggas!)
Dammit Memphis on the scene
They sippin' syrup and ridin' clean
On the block we by some beams
These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans
You know these hoes be on my nuts
Take in the rims on the 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 the party get ya guns
Ain't no parking lot pimpin'
Only parking lot poppin'
Man what will stand down ho?
You herrd them K's choppin'
[Chorus: x2]
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10. _ Pullin' Me Back
[Chorus]
Every time I try to leave
Somethin' keeps pullin' me back, me back
Telling me I need you 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 you in my life
It was meant to be
You were meant for me
So that means we gotta make it work
It was all good at first,
Spendin' money, goin' shoppin'
Eatin' at the finest restaurants
And then from club hoppin'
She was right thurr with me bottle poppin' livin' that life
She just didn't understand my lifestyle and that I don't like
We didn't have a worry in the world, got you diamonds got you pearls
Cut can't help it if Ching-A-Ling been attracting all the girls
Baby I'm a superstar and that come wit it
You got a good nigga on the side, you 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 you ain't understand
N now I'm sittin' here, lookin' crazy like
Damn!
[Chorus]
Walkin' to 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
Hey, 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 dis hurr, 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
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 you ain't understand
Now I'm sittin' here lookin' crazy like
Damn!
[Chorus]
[JD:] Chingy holla at dem again !!
Ta all the fellas know you feel me, if you eva had a woman
Good times led to bad times n you ain't see it coming
Try the best to make her happy
But it wasn't enough
'Cause mamma told me in relationship to roll ya bluff
I don't wanna have my head down
Weak n stressed out
As bad as it hurts I gotta move to the next round
(Uh) I thought I was her man
Guess she ain't understand
N now she's sittin' hurr lookin' crazy like
Damn!
[Chorus:]
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11. _ Bounce That
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
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 don't stop man have you seen her pop?
God damn, she hit the fan can't catch her dirty
I can, 'cause I'm the man, I am
I don't slow dance I two 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 don't miss
And come on, baby, maybe can leave wit' me
And don't worry about nothin' a couple of g's wit' me
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
It's too many niggas and not enough hos
Soon as I come through tha door
Them heifers pullin' on my clothes
White T, crispy Nikes wit' some red and blue girbauds
Hustle a piece of game and don't be mad 'cause 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, it's your world
I'm just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel
Better yet I tell ya what, I'ma give yo ass a referral
Come to my office in tha back and gon' get it, girl, get it, girl
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Shake it, twist it, twist it shake it
Shake it, twist it, twist it shake it
Shake it, twist it, twist it shake it
Shake it, twist it, twist it shake it
Shake it, twist it
You got a fine body, why don't you back dat thing up
Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up
If you throw it my way I'ma 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 I'm Bousier
Let me ram it until I bring that ass to a closer
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Throw it to me, baby, I'ma running back
Through tha hole now, can yo boi touch down?
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Twist it, shake it)
Bounce dat thang, girl
(Shake it, twist it)
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12. _ Intro (Rid'in Wit Me)
(Woo!) Put your hands up
(Woo!) Put your hands up
("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin' with me")
And uh ("Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin' with me")
(Woo!) Put your hands up!
(Woo!) Put your hands up!
And uh ("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin' with me")
And uh ("Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin' with me")
[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, hurr comes the king of the Midwest
C, H to the I to the N to the G
("Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin' wit me")
Say what, say what ("Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin' with me")
I'm back (yeah I'm back) I ain't went nowhurr
'Cept across the world and back, right hurr and right thurr
It's a fact (it's a fact) I'ma do what I do
Hold the town down, always represent the Lou'
And I pack (and I pack) a 45 for the hate
People like "When it's gon' drop," cause man they can't wait
Ha ha! (Ha ha!) You can catch me on the bricks
In a fly-ass whip, with a fly-ass chick
Talk to 'em Chingy, women tellin' me they miss me
All these fools tryin' to diss me, these lil' girls tryin' to kiss me
(Say what, say what) We're still makin' big deals
Still roll on 26's cause I ride big wheels
Yeah, still keepin' it real
Still got that thing on me, homey keep that steel
(Stay back, stay back) So if you want me come get me
I ain't trippin' ("cause the whole St. Louis is ridin' wit me")
[Chorus: x2]
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13. _ Cadillac Door
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