Jingling

They're jingling baby Like keys in my pocket With my hands in my pocket Lookin' for my wallet Motor city technically Rasheed Wallace Then move to Chicago for dollars Like Ben Wallace I was trying to be modest But I don't brush my shoulders off So much in the past months They looked polished I'm just being honest I'm putting on a clinic niggas dropping out of college Just do it like we did it Pigeons always flocking If you tossin' out bird seeds I'm in a lions den With a steak they can't touch me Plus me and Mikey Do the right thing In these Spike Lee's nikey's Sucka's they want to fight me Because their girl friends Want a guy just like me You know what, bite me Hey they all like me No sense of throwing punches Let's do lunch man You like me too In no future in your frontin' Baby You're jingling Baby Baby You're jingling Baby You're jingling Baby Signed, sealed, delivered Lick the envelope And then send it to my niggas Inside was a note Saying we go to pick up the pace 'Cause there is too many rappers Tryin' to get in the race Makes me sick in the face and stomach Shoe's ain't lace but they all try to run it Did it, done it Kick it and punt it Whatever it's good However you put it I'm a 100 dollar bill In the hay stack cousin Want it You can have as long as You stop the frontin' See' I be tryin' to pay MC's to behave But they don't co-operate with me And lately They been impatient They don't like waiting And that's why they hate on me So damn But their party is always lame They never had a hand like kings of Ordain So bam Baby You're jingling Baby Baby You're jingling Baby You're jingling Baby