Lyrics:
[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?
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
[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?
Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh....
Hope you know how to get it
'cause right herre, we gon' get it, its like this...
[Hook]
We
[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'
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
[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'
you what you see (I know what)
Ain't no playin in these streets
[Chingy]
I'ma slide in and Slide out her
Big Work is what I hide in my house
For
getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
This ain't a strip club, but
named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
This ain't a strip club,
and roll some weed up
You'll roll 3 blunts and fuck up 3 blunts
Mothafucka you would fuck up a free lunch
Dawg, keep it right thurr like Chingy
Your girl
my plastic sack, I got more purple than baby bops buddy
So materialistic, we're chopping early today
What rolls around my throat, arm wristed in
teach you how to stunt
Teach me out to stunt?
They need to let me teach them how to roll a fat blunt
Get high get drunk and take it easy
And stop
Mann (like Juwanna Mann)
Niggas say I'm pussy (pussy)
But I fucked 'em over like pussy (like pussy)
Roll a nigga in a fat wood, we can nickname him
somebody, swing it til' that nigga dead
Chingy make a chicken-head, and tell that chicken give me head
You can tie tonight dawg
Get em', peel em' roll
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some
to use me
Hey, we gives no fuck!
7 figure bank, we gives no fuck!
Phat paid, we gives no fuck!
Whooooo, we gives no fuck!
Pow, let me show you how
Took
cheatin
When we done she be always leavin
Bitch I'm undefeated talkin De La Soul
If you roll it gotta make it loud
Smokin dragon ball floatin on a cloud
on a back route
To send shots at that house
Rats snitch so I trap mouse
Need a hit big boss man Chingy who they ask bout
Up and on ya can is blast out
dreams true, God be willin'
Lived long enough, to see the world revealin'
How they want us dying everyday by killings
Listen to my words and what I'm
"Ain't that your man?"
He overbook me, he clingy, want me Right Thurr like he Chingy
Plus he super touchy feely when we wanna be litty
I got a few boys,
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