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Marakanec | Дата: Понедельник, 29.10.2007, 20:43 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| Песня: Balla Baby You know the definition of a balla (uh hu) That's me C-H-I-N-G to the Y Let me explain it to you though [Chorus] I'm a balla (say what) high, roller baby (baby, baby) Shot caller (that's right) ain't nobody this crazy (like me) You a hater (you a hater) why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know) fame, player (fake player) ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a balla for real) (oh, oh, oh) [Chingy] Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty) I could tell when ya (when ya) walked past me (past me) And your proud I looking flashy Errrthings on your mind Just ask me I know my errrrelated stuff wasky (wabbit) Carrots all in the dezzy It's a habbit (uh) Wurrs my cash outside I gotta Benz and Jag (both sittin on chrome) Is she down for gettin dirty with a 'get it' boy All I need is one night just to hit it boy After the club we can checkin at five-star telly Get a suite an let me put somethin in your belly What's your name sheena (ah) that you was shellie Don't matta four o'clock Just be ready Foreva solja probably won't come back from your momma Must we think that's where ya get your back from [Chorus] [Chingy] Now I know we keep it crackin ask 'em and brit (what's up) The girls on us so dirty who you rollin wit (V-I-P) From Magic City to the pink slip in the Lou (Lou) them chicks love the diamonds that I get from rob jewels We been in the spot maaaan hang up flirtin We be surrounding by girls man and I ain't purpin All I know is money cash, sex, and j And I got all three no I don't play (don't play) Chicks call me Drama King like KaySlay (KaySlay) Cause in the bed I bring it (yeah) night and day Lettin rounds off in 'em like an AK You leavin wit me tell me is it free or do I have to pay, (what you say) [Chorus] [Chingy] I like them black, white, Puerto Rican, or Haitian Like Japanese, Chinese, or even Asian (okay) Don't matter what colour on this occasion, (fo sho) Like smoke take a hit of what I'm blazin I said to god it's me girls praisin Meet me at about 6 at the days inn 5 of 'em, 1 of me, I'm feelin caged in I'm a pimp, I'm gonna keep on playin You know I love 'em for that one night, (one night) I could take on ten with my one pipe, (one pipe) Knock 'em all like a bowlin pin on site, (on site) Make 'em soak, change, girl look herre you better get your mind right (cause...)
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Marakanec | Дата: Понедельник, 29.10.2007, 20:44 | Сообщение # 2 |
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| Песня: Chingy Jackpot [Robotic voice] This is another Trak Star production [Record scratching] [Chingy] Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh Who am I? [Hook 2X: Chingy] + (Girl) (Chingy) what's up? (Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno (Is it because you've been smoking and drinking?) Maybe so (I've been thinking) huh? (Maybe you come get me) and do what? (Round the town, then take me home and eat me) Okay [Record scratches at end of hook] [Verse 1: Chingy] Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop Rag top on the jag drop, uh Phat stop you know that's hot, huh Mack spinnin wit the piece in my pocket People hop out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw) For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topic Let the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I get Once my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch it Vokбl, yeah I rock it Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick 'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it I threw the key to the city, since I locked it Girl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quiz I get multiple choice head, derty watch this [Hook] - 2X [Verse 2: Chingy] They tell me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rush Errything I do is top secret, that's on the hush (shhhh) Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women blush From 314 to 617, gotta give it up Treat my women like a structure, workers work the streets Twerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feet Hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night Hearr the slots ring all night But if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all night We keep Atlanta throwin bows And New Orleans, we got the thugs showin golds Take it to New York, and party at Madison Squarre We'll hit Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairr No hatin on my part, let the ceremony start Crowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the Arch STL, where I dwell, Northside of the streets They keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh [Hook] - 2X [Verse 3: Chingy] Uh, I got tired of being broke dogg (fa sho) Ice Sleeve won't you pass me some smoke dogg Can I come up without jealousy? "You ain't gon make it", what they tellin me So I showed them, it ain't that hard Can't play me, cuz I ain't got a whole card Got Lee way in my hometown (STL) No mo' jokin cuz it's on now Who gon' stop, me not a soul Strap, in, now, let's, roll Keep it, real, what-eva I do Got's up Keith, comin from U Squash that, mind ya own, beats There's a new ching, in the streets Watch ya step, or I'll ruin ya rep Now let's "get it" like Puff and G-Dep [Hook] - 2X [Chingy] Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh Who am I?
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Marakanec | Дата: Понедельник, 29.10.2007, 20:44 | Сообщение # 3 |
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| Песня: Happy Ending oh oh oh oh oh oh so much for my happy ending oh oh oh oh oh oh so much for my happy ending oh oh oh oh oh oh so much for my happy ending let's talk this over it's not like we're dead was it something i did? was it something you said? don't leave me hanging in a city so dead held up so high on such a breakable thread You were all the things i thought i knew and i thought we could be You were everything, everything that i wanted we were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it all of our memories so close to me just fade away all this time you were pretending so much for my happy ending so much for my happy ending you've got your dumb friends i know what they say (they say) they tell you i'm difficult but so are they (so are they) but they don't know me do they even know you (even know you) all the things you hide from me all the s*** that you do (all the s*** that you do) You were all the things i thought i knew and i thought we could be You were everything, everything that i wanted we were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it all of our memories so close to me just fade away all this time you were pretending so much for my happy ending It's nice to know that you were there thanks for acting like you care and making me feel like i was the only one it's nice to know we had it all thanks for watchin' as i fall and letting me know we were done he was everything, everything that i wanted we were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it all of our memories so close to me just fade away all this time you were pretending so much for my happy ending You were everything, everything that i wanted we were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it all of our memories so close to me just fade away all this time you were pretending so much for my happy ending oh oh so much for my happy ending oh oh so much for my happy ending oh oh oh oh
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Marakanec | Дата: Понедельник, 29.10.2007, 20:44 | Сообщение # 4 |
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| Песня: Holidae In [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 In (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 In (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' he glistening" 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
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Marakanec | Дата: Понедельник, 29.10.2007, 20:44 | Сообщение # 5 |
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| Песня: I Do Chingy, Track Stars dirty, well I got a caprice on 24's, i got a range rover with spinners. i got an imparler with beat lets go. {Chrous (x2)} I do ride Bentleys and coupes, But I don't give away all my lou. trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't) Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't) {Verse 1} 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 them duece duece skating, runnin it like walter payton 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 a 20 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. {Chrous (x2)} I do ride Bentleys and coupes, But I don't give away all my lou. trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't) Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't) {Verse 2} I gotta 75 caprice in my yard! a loui drop top graphics 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 whippin with a peice thats better than tony braxtons ain't no right no rythem in with my few 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. {Chrous x2} I do ride Bentleys and coupes, But I don't give away all my lou. trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't) Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't) Pretty honey hit me...lookin good Right sittin on the banks ...lookin good Hundred thousand round my neck...lookin good Cappers tryin to run up ...I know she would I role wit nuttin but ballas with 26's with them chrome rims. Rims on da truck make them heffers get hypnotized quick. Candy colored paintin makin new tricks fanu's this. Bars on my tucker time to step up into my wip. O.G. blue secrets money makin you foo's sick. Us like ur thurr my dirtys flipin some hoe bricks. I don' give a daaamn... If you don' give a daaamn. I'm a stunt i'm gunna go an' let us know who I am. cars, clothes, money, ice, straps, clips, hoe's, dikes, magnums, freaks, house, price, 1, point, 5, LIFE {Chrous x2} I do ride Bentleys and coupes, But I don't give away all my lou. trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't) Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't) But I do.........
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Marakanec | Дата: Понедельник, 29.10.2007, 20:44 | Сообщение # 6 |
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| Песня: One Call Away [J/Weav] Ooh, yea yea DTP, how we do Call you and you can call me Whatever you wanna do baby [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x (You, could, roll, wit, me) You call if you wanna bump over me (If you was my baby) I'm only one call away [Chingy] It was weird how we met, huh She was wit her mom in Bank America I'm wit my son cashin the check So I asked outta respect (uh) Would she like to explore the world or buy We can fly in my jet Her reply was "Yes, can I ask you sumpin?" I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex Scene moved to the next (that is true) but it was something about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets We started off casual; walks through the park Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinkin smart (smart) Of course she might think I'm in a rush To touch, clutch and be up, but baby I ain't on that stuff Dropped her off and told her call me up, we can talk Conversate about political subjects whatever's thought So I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rang It was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn't do without ya" Then I said. . . [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x (You, could, roll, wit, me) You call if you wanna bump over me (If you was my baby) I'm only one call away [Chingy] The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball Here she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wall Now I'm showin off, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fast Through the middle just to see her smile and giggle Game over I punched her wit a kiss on the cheek The homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak" But you know how that go, what I got they want What I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, PLEASE don't Told her "I'm going home" she asked can she go too I'm like "Yeah boo, I can't see me without you" Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bed With a see-through thong said I looked at her and said. . . [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x (You, could, call, me) You call if you wanna bump over me (If you was my baby) I'm always one call away [Chingy] Girl recognize game, before game recognize YOU You're dealin wit a player, TRUE Now whatchu wanna do? We can kick it and go puff on a bluuunt Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get druuunk It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya Some women like to play it foul (foul) But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child) Don't worry be happy and smile and. . . [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x (You, could, roll, wit, me) You call if you wanna bump over me (If you was my baby) I'm only one call away
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Marakanec | Дата: Понедельник, 29.10.2007, 20:44 | Сообщение # 7 |
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| Песня: Right Thur uh ey dirty (what) look at that girl right there (aw) she make me faint (ohh) ohhh oh oh do whatchu do [Chorus] I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr) Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr) I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr) wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr) I like the way you look in them pants, say you fine (fine) your mama a quarter peice, she far from a dime (dime) The type of girl that will 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 it, cuz she moan lil bit Jeans saggin', so I can see her thong lil bit I know she grown 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 and rate I know your popular, but you gon be famous today [Chorus] I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr) Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr) I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr) wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr) I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr) Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr) I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr) wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr) She be shoppin at front nack, just look at her front back Man she's soo stacked, does she knows that I want that He make he's soo whack, girl can i taste your cat Gave her 300$ to spend, like buying a throw-back She stay in the club, like they be saying she got it In real life, girl remind me of pochantas She be at events, like the best when she past All the high rollin' cats, wana pay for that ssss Niggas half steppin', strapped with a nice weapon It's against the law for her to move them hips If you ever seen it dirty, your mouth gone drop World wide, fools volenteer tell you its off top I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr) Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr) I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr) wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr) I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr) Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr) I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr) wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr) I like it when she's doing that (come on) Cuz I like it when she bring it back ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh do what you do I like it when she's doing that (uhhh) Cuz I like it when she bring it back ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh do what you do Gimmie what you got for a pork chop (uh) She threw it at me like I was a show stop (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) Can I touch you where it's sunny Or embarrass, and make you give us some money She should pose for sports illustriated It's like a picture perfect site when she passed all the other girls hated. [Chorus] But I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr) Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr) I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr) wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr) I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr) Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr) I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr) wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr) [2x] I like that I like that I like that I like that oh oh oh
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UnderGirl | Дата: Понедельник, 29.10.2007, 20:44 | Сообщение # 8 |
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| Chingy Jackpot -крутой трэк.
Я достигла этой грани, Чтобы быть на высоте. Кто мне нужен дал признанье, Впускаем в моду женский рэп.
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Marakanec | Дата: Понедельник, 29.10.2007, 20:49 | Сообщение # 9 |
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| UnderGirl, согласен!
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