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Louis is ridin' wit me")
Say what, say what ("Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin' with me")

I'm back (yeah I'm back) I ain't went nowhurr
'Cept
Intro
Picture this, ridin
Picture this, me on top, me on top, ridin ridin ridin ridin ooh
Picture this, me on top, me on top, ridin ridin ridin ridin
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
the doop
A bell with a coke
There by the lab
Off in my loaf
Why'all rappers think ya'll hard
I know ya'll soft
Its Chingy
Ya'll hoes act for me
So
this bitch wit Dj Green Latern

Tony YaYo
Its the Remix

The Game
Have you ever seen a Bently Coupe on Gold Dayton Wires, doin a buck fifty, Me Banks
could, roll, wit, me) 
You call if you wanna bump over me 
(If you was my baby) 
I'm only one call away 

[Chingy] 
It was weird how we met, huh
[Chorus x 2]
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon'
issues wit these ol fake ass niggas and bitches dirty yo

[Chorus: x2]
I don't really care if y'all niggas hate me (go head)
Cause I'm out here
[After every line in verse]

[Verse 2: Chingy](girl)
Breakin' niggaz wit the flow
Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my
bags down
She's straight up, clowned 
Before we end up fightin', let me leave 
I'm exhausted and dis hurr, I don't need 
Now I'm wit the fellas
again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand

Why explain the game?
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand

Why explain the game?
bags down
She's straight up, clowned 
Before we end up fightin', let me leave 
I'm exhausted and dis hurr, I don't need 
Now I'm wit the fellas
[Chorus x 2]
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon'
verse]

[Verse One: Chingy]
I'm on top of my game
Droppin' the flame
My name, got me dodgin' the fame
Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we
Ya boy PT
I keep ridin hard ridin strong
Suck my dick scrappy my dick is long
You played me wrong
I'm not the one
Outside the club wit my tommy gun
You
they stay in tha street
I'm only fuccin wit tha real niggaz, they playin fo keep
When tha streetz in yo whole blocc wit them 2
I'm old-skool ? play by
Dis for my thug nuggas, gettin rich drug dealin
My trap stars wit big walls and fast cars
Donk ridin, trunk poundin, Glass-housing, now dats some real
(Intro)

Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy Ridin High Boy (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you
it crunk and do the eastside stomp
Young Chingy let em know, that the deal is a fool
And I'm a carpenter's dream, I'm in love wit the tools
Lay low
the sunset on where we can hot it
Got me on a... ooh

Want somebody down wit your clown
Would you ride around town
Would you let the sun hit your weed
missin round here
I roll wit - straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches,
Takin First Class Trips Even Shoppin Sprees Now Is It Like That Shawty
Saw You Ridin By Wit Your Peeps Now You can't Even Speak Is It Really Like That