They jingalin' baby, go head baby
They jingalin' baby, go head baby
They jingalin' baby, go head baby
They jingalin' baby
Jingalin', jingalin', jingalin', she jingalin'
Jingalin', jingalin', jingalin', ooh she jingalin'
Jingalin', jingalin', jingalin', go head, she jingalin'
Jingalin', jingalin', jingalin', go head, she jingalin'
Go head baby, go head baby, do that shit, now jiggle
Go head baby, go head baby, do that shit, now jiggle
Go head baby, go head baby, jiggle it, now that do that shit
Jiggle it baby, jiggle it baby
She jingalin', she too legit
She seems to know, just what to do with it
She proud of it, other women gotta really acknowledge it
Cause when she hit that stripper pole, her booty swallow it
So go girl, go get it, go girl, go kill it
See if your girl with my girl
Your girl gonna get the business
We gon take a sip of that potion
Put some things in motion, we gone slice hood, and dice hood
And bust the bitch wide open cause its
Freaks anonymous united here
You niggas ain't invited here
I got me a girl from the ghetto
Now jingle that shit like is jello
Jingalin', jingalin', jingalin', she jingalin'
Jingalin', jingalin', jingalin', ooh she jingalin'
Jingalin', jingalin', jingalin', go head, she jingalin'
Jingalin', jingalin', jingalin', go head, she jingalin'
Go head baby, go head baby, do that shit, now jiggle
Go head baby, go head baby, do that shit, now jiggle
Go head baby, go head baby, jiggle it, now that do that shit
Jiggle it baby, jiggle it baby
I'm claiming it, cause she is aiming it
Right at me so I could put my name on it
She banging it, trap star she sanging it
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[preacher]
Sister, mother so glad to see you
So glad your parol came through
So glad everybody came out this morning
We reading from the book of hush, today
Verse sixty-nine, come on somebody, come on somebody
Good to see all of you came out this morning
Even though some of you just leave at one twelve
Smellin like booty, and hennessee, come on
Cabasille double shots, ha-hah, it dont matter!
[chorus]
Keep it on the hush, dont say nothing
Aint gone be no talking, while im doing my thang
Keep it on the hush, dont say nothing
Aint gone be no talking, while im doing my thang
[ludacris]
Im loving the way your legs go so far back, your one of those flexible girls
I figure your daddy always said you was one of the best in this world
But never the less in this world, im just proffesional girl
I teach 'em a lesson, have 'em stressin and confessin the girl
How good it was, and how good it could be, if they just tried it
Taking my double dosage skip the daily dick diet
T-ried it, they so excited, and cant hide it
Im trying to do my thang, but you gotta be quiet
[chorus]
[ludacris]
Now even when i just come in your house
And cover your mouth because your momma is home
You grippin' the sheets and making a effort not to holler and moan
You got to keep it on the hush, cause we in no rush
You tellin' me its the little things that mean so much
And its an illusion to think you can match what i can do best
So if ya man call, tell him to put some hair on his chest
But he dont even have to know, we keepin it on the low
You walking it like a dog, and stay worki
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It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain
Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?)
And last album, they don't like me to tell this
Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)
That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody
Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies
So they can lock us up one at a time
But true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our lines
And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop
I'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!
Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable
Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels
That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts
Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCK
So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody
It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty
Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals
And HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his deal
I'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACK
And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK
Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom
Though I make big money, still handle small problems
The ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHIT
I'm the best and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that,
shit like that, maybe because I get like that,
kick like that, rip like that
They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that,
climb like that, 'cause the world is mine like that
(yours like that) mine like that
[Ludacris]
You can get your whole crews, even niggas that owe you
They ain't paid you shit you can drink some cold brew
and throw on them old shoes and jump in the whip
you can come and find us, be right behind us and insert the clip
You hear something that went "clack" "clack" "clack"
Somebody went down but it wasn't us
you can settle 'bout two meals get hooked up with a good deal
Start stackin' dough you can ride your mobile
Get 20 inch big wheels and collect some hoes
Tou can even start eatin' good and smokin' good
but you pressin' your luck and you say wha'
Somebody went bankrupt shiit but it wasn't us
Chorus
[Ludacris]
You can go to the drawing board just start from stratch
All over again clean
or you can tell a bunch of officers that I'm the one to catch
But my niggas is the police
you can try to blame me or even try to frame me but I'll make bail now
somebody goin' to jail shit but it wasn't us
You do track after track, and walls get plaque after plaque
CD's on rack after rack no moe selling sac' after sac'
You could've had that good life, good kids and a good wife
It was yours to earn but the records stores gettin' returns
shiit but it wasn't us
Chorus
[Ludacris]
You could be
goin on worldwide tours and see your face on every magezine
or you can flip to channel after chann
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I been drinkin' all night
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
I been smokin' all night
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
Conjure straight up on the rocks I don't chase shit
Real nigga man, your crew be on that fake shit
When it come to getting slizzered, man I hold the belt
Swimming pool full of liquor, bitch I'm Michael Phelps
Drowning all you non-drinkers, non-smokers,
Non-dippers, non-poppers
Babysitter drinking thinking that you might have to go see a doctor
Stop the bullshittin', I let these punks know
If you ain't turnt, what the fuck you in the club for?
These niggas must be bout that life, bitch you damn right
Get out my section, off my couch and out my damn sight
Ever since I left the crib, I hit the ground running
Tell the waitress keep
Them motherfucking bottles coming
I been drinkin' all night
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
I been smokin' all night
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
If I ain't fucked up I don't feel right
The be like Luda looking rough, but his rhymes smooth
I'm in the studio, I gotta get my mind skewed
Give me that cup, give me that
Blunt, give me that sticky green
Give me that light, give me that sprite, and that promethazine
Sippin' slow, no ho, I'm not in no rush bitch
Don't tell my doctor, let's just keep this on the hush bitch
I'm on another level, these
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Ludacris:
Yeah, I used to care so much what people thought about me
Now I really can’t give a fuck
Now when I own over 15 million in real estate
And bought all the Fast & Furious trucks
See, everyday I put in work and my salary grows
So excuse me I’m not caught up on reality shows
See the reasons family values on the south side
I live in Atlanta but do not have an Atlanta’s house, why?
I’m not married, I've never been engaged
But your dumb-ass believes whatever’s on the front page
See some of these bloggers don’t even believe their own lies
Turn the computer screen into a mirror, look at their own lives
Cause technology exceeds all humanity
But there’s a thin line between genius and insanity
Now private pics on my private, no longer private, man
Hope I can gets some privacy up on my private plane
John Legend:
Oh, living in the spotlight
Oh if it’s too hot, too hot tonight
I think I’m gonna take flight
But I’ma be alright, I’ma be alright
Let me live ’til I die
Ludacris:
I’m doing interviews
Getting asked the same questions from 10 years ago
Wondering to myself what the fuck I’m there for
(What am I here for?)
Now that my daughter is a CEO at the age of 10
And I got restaurants inside Atlanta’s airport
That repetition will drive any human being nutty
I’d rather be in my own crib, on my own couch
Thinking I gotta do what the fuck I wanna do with money
Yeah, and then I went to Quincy Jones’ house
Realize I didn't have shit, got some work to do
Soon as you
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[Ludacris]
Ooh..You feel that
As I take you to them dirt roads deep down in your southern roots
Where nobody said life was gon be easy
And we travel through this emotional rollercoaster called life
and we have our ups and downs
Just keep in mind, when you hit rock bottom
There ain't nowhere to go but up baby
Just all about how you deal with it, ya feel me
Listen here
(Chorus 2X: Ludacris) + [Trick Daddy]
When life seems hopeless
It make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
[Helps to get it off my chest
Cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is] FUCK THE WORLD
[Ludacris]
Man, ever since life's been a gamble, my lifes been in shambles
Double-edge swords burning both sides of the candle
But Chris, you can't handle the truth
Don't wanna face reality
So lower than accept my apology
Please like when police say freeze
And I ain't do shit but I'm down on my knees
Its a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away
I charge the game and put my problems on layaway
A black man but I feel so blue
So I smoke green and purple til my dreams come true
And my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey
Children slangin white in the hood, we call it yay
Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road
Where we write my script until my storys been told
See, I got a little money and my lifes been up
Now I'm fallen and I can't get up
[Chorus]
[Trick Daddy]
I had a dream about a dope fiend
And its strange cause he get a bentley right away
seem to get just for bout anything&
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We have a motto – we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck about shit
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
Easy, motherfuckers
And ya'll no scared of us from time to time
I don't give a fuck!
Weeelll... it's that nigga you been waitin on
Tryna get more information, conversation, debatin and hatin em
I need some pussy that I could take out my frustrations on
Or a yacht and a bunch of a bad bitches
That maybe I could just take a vacation on
I'm faded, I'm smashed,
I'm spendin all this cash
Got bout 5 racks in my pocket,
I don't really know how long it's gon last
Pour that drink all in that cup
Throw that stink all in that blunt
Grab that chick with all that butt and guess what...
I don't really give a fuck
Life is a puzzle I'm tryna get together
Every day tryna figure out what 2 women like to fair together
Ding ding, let me get inside the ring 'cause I think I got the perfect match
Don't be nervous, come on out yo shell, let's wait for the birds to hatch
Shoo fly, shoo bitch, now it's time for the birds to fly
Me around this purple haze created a little purple sky
If you smoke that dirt don't be jealous of my Mary Jane (Mary Jane)
8 albums, motherfucker, ain't a damn thing changed
I'm faded, I'm smashed,
I'm spendin all this cash
Got bout 5 racks in my pocket,
I don't really know how long it's gon last
Pour that drink all in that cup
Throw that stink all in that blunt
Grab that chick with all that butt and guess what...
I don't really give a fuck
I done got rich and lost my damn mind
Platinum plaques got a nigga celebratin all the damn time
Luda!
Quit foolin around and get some work done
No, I'd rather
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Hey! Thank all yall for comin' out tonight
It was a beautiful night tonight and The Shizznit
Where pimpin' and dead, these hoes just scared
Thanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the players fomr the LBC
It was a beautiful night tonight
Oh, look at these fools, Ay! Security! Come get these niggaz!
[Verse 1 - Luda (Snoop)]
Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
Ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I wanna do
Broke out and called up the homeboy Snoop (What happenin' nephew?)
Oh, nothin' just called, lookin' for some women that can fondle my balls
(Well you hit the right dogg, I can help you with that
Gimme 15 minutes, and I'll hit you rite back)
Off to the hotel, I was ready indeed
Slapped the button in the 'llac to control the speed
Put one up in the air, the cops just stared
Waved my hands out the roof like I just ain't care
Got to the tele and I slid thru the door
On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor
And what would happen next only time could time
Cuz I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell (Aaah! Damn!)
[Chorus]
Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?
Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?
[Verse 2 - Luda]
Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like trash
But one was midget, so we'll just say four and a half
I was stuck speechless, couldn't believe my eyes
What'd I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise?
And I was thinkin' to mysel
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Good luck, time to get hood stuck
Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff
Ludacris give me 20 push-ups
Last summer, got da hook up
You know what I did
Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids
Type of rat, sat on my ass
And fiendin' for cash
Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass
Now what we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins
and whats up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin
I love women so I'm in it to win it
In it to green
In it to get in it and get in it again
You got two booties so you whippin yo chin
And I don't blame you
I lay in da sand, ya'll lay in da snow and make angels
My ice piece dangle
make my chest look older
Touch it and fall apart like yo High school folder
I'ma Trojan man, BHS hall supplier
Shady park resident and southside Rider
(Chorus)
Get back, time to get hood jacked
Gold chain, took dat
World of Ghetto fabolous Dopeboys and Hoodrats
Becareful what you look at
cause you lookin to long
You might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too long
I'm gettin nutt while I'm singin this song
and there is enough for everybody in da party
while ya'll hittin da bong
But ya'll be hittin my schlong
you play t
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