[Intro - Chingy (Rick Ross)]
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I know you're thinkin this song is gonna be about
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All the problems in my life, all my pain and sorrow
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All the shit I done been through
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And the times that I've been livin on this here fucked up Earth
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Well I'm sorry to let you know that it ain't, haha
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Cool & Dre watup, yeah
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This your boy Chingy man, straight from the Lou' (it's Ricky Ross)
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All the way to Miami (Chingy)
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We doin it big baby (St. Louis, watup)
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Now let's go
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[Hook]
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We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
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We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
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We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
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We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
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[Chingy]
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Look, check
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Hey I'm so flossy I can wear the Dental package
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The Range Rover sweet, 'cause it got a lotta racket
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Our (') lost faith, now I call it Chingy Magic
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Look the other way nigga when you see me in traffic
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Hello, 22's is cool
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Feel like I graduated, throwin y'all still in school
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Look, mellow they call me Young Smooth
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'Cause my appearance alone will get your girl in a mood, shoot
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I know they like the color on the Chrys'
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'Cause I'm gettin it hell, put some colors in the ice
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That's ballin, go 'head, gamble with your life
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And I'ma {*gunshots*) turn your head to some dice
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Hood up partner, you niggaz goin straight broke
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Tryna keep up with my whips, I don't pay a damn note
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No, no you fake hustlers are a joke
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Huffin old ass fool should have came with a remote
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[Chorus]
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If you ridin 10 tyres, throw some 24's on it
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Throw some 24's on it, throw some 24's on it
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If you ridin regular paint, throw some candy on that bitch
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Throw some candy on that bitch, throw some candy on that bitch
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If your radio too low, throw some beat up in the trunk
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Throw some beat up in the trunk, throw some beat up in the trunk
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So pass the police, turn that shit up, let it bump
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Turn that shit up, let it bump, turn that shit up, let it bump
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[Hook]
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[Rick Ross]
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Yeah, Boss
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I'm a vet with the whips, when it's red on the hips
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Hit the Lou' drop the top, throw up sess' and then I dip
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22's out the top, I'ma mess with the bricks
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Gettin head in all schools, havin sex in the six
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I make you niggaz brin it, sittin on 30 inches
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We steppin out blingin, me and the dirty Chingy
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I met your homie chick, fucked her in 30 minutes
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Jump back off in my shit, we back to serve sippin
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You hear that big glock, you see that wrist watch
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Go hit the weed spot, me and my shit wash
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If you trippin, I'm bustin, we still killin for nothin
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If you feelin I'm frontin, I'm continue to stuntin
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Ricky Ross
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[Chorus]
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[Chingy]
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Click your heels homeboy, my rims on steroids
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Po's pull me over you know, I don't care boy
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Here's my license and to show that's all you pigs need
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Keep fuckin with me, I'ma take you on a high speed
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Try me (vroom), but you know what pa'
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They usually stop me just to say they wanna drive my car, uh
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Nah tell the station give you a raise
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And maybe you can be flossin like me one day
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One day, ay, where my riders at
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The SS Impala co from front to back
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I'm about to sell it tho', fuck it, give it to Smith
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So he can stunt like his cousin and we all the shit
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I got this, probably seen me on the dub cover
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Flyin smurf, low fur, chauffeur, I'm a hustler
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Yeah homie bring your whips out
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Last nigga tried to jack me, dirty brought them clips out
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[Chorus]
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Roll On 'Em
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| Chingy |
