Chingy - Chingy Jackpot lyrics

rate me

This is another Trak Star production

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Who am I?

(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?

Wine me, dine me, take me home and eat me

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, 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

Vokal, 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

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

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

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Who am I?