Chingy Jackpot lyrics

Artist  : Chingy 
Song : Chingy Jackpot



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[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
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

[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?