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chingy - chingy jackpot lyrics

{this is another track star production}

ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
ohh, ohh, who am i?

chingy
(what’s up?)
why yo eyes so ch-nky?
(i dunno)
is it because you’ve been smokin’ and drinkin’?
(maybe so)
i’ve been thinkin’
(huh?)
maybe you come get me
(and do what?)
run out of town, then take me home and eat me
(okay)

chingy
(what’s up?)
why yo eyes so ch-nky?
(i dunno)
is it because you’ve been smokin’ and drinkin’?
(maybe so)
i’ve been thinkin’
(huh)
maybe you come get me
(and do what?)
run out of town, then take me home and eat me
(yea, yea, yea, yea)
(chingy, chingy, chingy, chingy, chingy)
(okay)

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, huh
phat stop you know that’s hot, huh
mack spinnin’ wit the piece in my pocket
people hop out, i’m releasin’ a rocket
(rap, rap)
for a piece of the profit, st. louis we the topic
let the women jock it, pimpin’, you know how i get
once my alb-m drop, all your heavy waiters better watch it
vokal, yea, rock it
step in the spot sh-t, men leave i was somethin’ hot quick
quit 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, dirty watch this

they tell me what you tell me, you ain’t gotta be in a rush
no, everything i do is top secret, that’s on the hush
(shh)
cat handlin’ hard in the city, makin’ women blush
(alright)
from three one four to six one seven, gotta give it up
(gotta give it up)
treat my women like a structure, workers work the streets
twirk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feet
hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night
(night)
hear the slots ring all night
(night)
but if you try to get at the drama, i’ll bring all night
(night)
we keep atlanta throwin’ bows
(bows)
and new orleans, we got the thugs showin golds
(golds)
take it to new york, and party at madison square
we’ll hit cali’ and smash a model chick wit long hair
no hatin’ on my part
(part)
let the ceremony start
(start)
crowd around us somethin’ new, sittin’ on top of the arch
(arch)
stl, where i dwell, north side of the streets
(dwell)
(streets)
they keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uhh

uh, i got tired of being a broke dog
(faa sho)
ice sleeve won’t you p-ss me some smoke dog
can i come up without jealousy?
“you ain’t gon’ make it”, what they tellin’ me
(yea, right)
so i showed them, it ain’t that hard
(hard)
can’t play me, because i ain’t got a whole card
(card)
got lee way in my hometown
(stl)
no more jokin’ because it’s on now
who gon’ stop, me not a soul
(soul)
strap in now let’s roll
(roll)
keep it real, what ever i do
(do)
got’s up keith, comin’ from you
squash that, mind ya own, beats
it’s a new ching, in the streets
(it’s a)
watch ya step, or i’ll ruin ya rep
(step)
(rep)
now let’s get it like puff and g-deep

ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
ohh, ohh, ohh, uhh
ohh, ohh
who am i?

- chingy lyrics

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