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Albums:

Come Out, Come Out (Cub) · Come Out, Come Out [Bonus Tracks] (Cub) · Beer Sex Chips 'N' Gravy/Bitter, Fit Crack (The Macc Lads) · Blue Chips (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Blue Chips, Vols. 1-2 (Action Bronson) · Chips from the Chocolate Fireball (The Dukes of Stratosphear) · Big Chips (R. Kelly) · Blue Chips (Action Bronson) · Sports! Chips! Booty! (Amy X. Neuburg) · Chips & Cheers: Blue Note Mix Tape, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


diamond ring don't shine
Baby gonna take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see
He gonna have to come an talk to me

Said hey Bo Diddley
diamond ring don't shine
Baby gonna take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see
He gonna have to come and talk to me

Said, hey Bo Diddley
Bo bo bo boonoonoonoos
Bo bo bo boonoonoonoos

Yippee train to skaville

Ska ska ska jamaica ska
Ska ska ska jamaica ska

Out in skaville there
Is
a man with a big long fat cigar
He said come here son, I'm going to make you a star
Bo Diddley said uh, what's in it for me?
The man said uh, shut your
By your side, all along, this is where you belong

Corazón, in your eyes
I see love like a fire

The night is young, my heart is light
I know you wanna
do
Bo shala
Where is the punanni?
Under my skin 
Can't you see I'm horny?
Bo shala
I'm the rhyme thriller
If you don't believe
It's another
in Heaven, now I'll try
High-five?, Son hikes to Hawa-i
See my legs cooped like ?
Twenty-four K, we parlay by night
We ride the funk, ?
Night
nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night 

Oh, all of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson 
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith
nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night 

Oh, all of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson 
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith
nobody can do it betta
Mi beat it till dem haffi come pick it up inna stretcha
Hey! Dig it out till dem blind and caan see
And mek dem go a dem yard
nobody can do it betta
Mi beat it till dem haffi come pick it up inna stretcha
Hey! Dig it out till dem blind and caan see
And mek dem go a dem yard
say yeah - YEAHHH..

[C-Rayz Walz]
Live from New York like +Saturday Night+
In the Bing with a mic, I bling when I write
Yeah, in a battle better come
nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night

Oooh all of the D.J.'s surely have taken a lesson
Try talking trash and I'll come with my Smith
Walk the streets, what do I see
Shit on legs approaching me
Alright I really want it
Oh yeah I gotta have it
Come on baby and dance again
Jerk
awake all night, 

Oh yeah, 

Oh yeah Rubadub blender 
A new mixer, go, 
I am the one DJ with enough flava ,it go 
Here I go, here I'm come, heara
em lost by the time I hit the high way
see-Bo the bald head nut
Fish tell them in the cut
House parties, I cut the motherfuckers out
And bust caps
When the mic is gripped by Chip you better believe it's worth your while
Pause for the cause stop make way hurry up
Here I come come come
My lyrical
They say 

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And n****s call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolecsent
for pullin' glocks out niggaz mouths 'cause
I kill like that, plus I roll like that
I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even bo knows that
But fuck
pieced him out with pity 'coz his ass was on fire

What goes around comes around holmes I ain't lyin'
That's why the scars on my face 'coz bad karma
to keep up with all these Stalliones

[Hook: Gangsta, (T-Bo)]

[Verse 4: Blakk]
See Blakk on the track making history
Ex specially when Rome told Chip
to keep up with all these Stalliones

[Hook: Gangsta, (T-Bo)]

[Verse 4: Blakk]
See Blakk on the track making history
Ex specially when Rome told Chip
[Featuring Lunasicc 151] 
Chorus: see Bo 
All I ever wanted was a pair of Nikes 
A Lexus a mansion and eternal life 
Maybe what it was I was
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real

What
They say 

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolecsent