Boo And Gotti Chi-town Lyrics

Chi-town Lyrics

f/ Mannie Fresh, Tateeze



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[Intro - Mannie Fresh]

Whoa! (watch ya self baby)

(yeah, yeah)

Yeah! this that one (ok)

(comin through, comin through)

Yeah! uh



[Chorus - Mannie Fresh] + (Tateeze)

Chicken, fish, bossy outfits

Cadillac Escalades, with drop kits

Arrows on the grills, big spinnin wheels

And a Midwest girl, dressed in high heels, we

(Chi-Tooooooooown!)

(At its best) c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, woo!

(Chi-Tooooooooown!)

(Better wear that vest)



[Verse 1 - Boo]

Hop in my Escalade and let's roll

Keep a pocket full of dough, cause my Midwest flow

Wrists stay glow, eyes stay low

You know I stay puffin on that stank, stank, oh!



[Gotti]

Now I came through the door, what did I see

A couple hot chicks, lookin at me

Like what's your name, and you with

Gotti the name, Cash Money the clique



[Boo]

Now when you cop that whip, you better put them stunnas on 'em

And I don't tickle my women, I spill Crisy on 'em

You see the jeans, 700 what I spent on 'em

That's ballin baby we got chips don't we



[Gotti]

Now when I throw a party it don't end 'til six

That's just how it is when you get this rich

You should be like damn I wanna get that whip

Now I got chips, I could buy a Six



[Chorus w/ ad-libs]



[Verse 2 - Gotti]

Throw on ya mink coat, wit ya shoppin stick

Don't make me pass the fifth, I got cash to get

Champagne like water, chicks flashin Cris

Got mo' game, when I crash in blitz

You can rock to this, or do the wat to this

Ballers, hustlers, chop ya bricks

Been a long time coming, got a lot to get

It adds to the snow, when we frost our wrist



[Boo]

Keep ya mind on ya money, pack an extra clip

Don't ever get fronted, so you don't know shit

If I don't know nothin, I know that strip

Doubled-up twice, now I got the brick

Yeah you love that shit, how ya boy so slick

And that cherry-red, Austin move so quick

Birdman, got a nigga on his flossin shit

Let's hit the club, and go toss a bitch, uh



[Chorus w/ ad-libs]



[Verse 3 - Boo]

Well I'ma hood cat, that love a hood rat

You can hit it in the truck, or the back of the 'Lac

If I get her mad, she would come right back

Just cop the Gucci hat, wit the shoes to match



[Gotti]

I love this flossin, I'm the big bossman

Never met defeat, cause I never loss man

When I'm at the streets, school is out and I'm playin

Now girls are fool whip, want juice on they hand



[Boo]

Dog keep it real, let ya game do the rest

Stay far from lames, don't settle for less

Listen to the hook, please keep that vest

This is CMR homie, at its best



[Gotti]

Cats try to be me, I just gotta be me

It's a fact actually, you gotta believe

I just rap to the beat, make you clap to the beat

Never left, so I ain't gotta go back to the streets



[Chorus]



[Outro]

[Boo]	Better wear that vest

[Gotti]	Cash Money or nothin

[Gotti] Who thought Fresh couldn't do it?

[Boo]   Gotti, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to blow

[Boo]   It's our time homie

[Gotti] Fresh you did it for us baby

[Gotti] We ain't have to look no where else

[Gotti] It was right here all the time baby

[Boo]   Mannie Frezzle, hot sauce

[Gotti] Slim where you at?

[Gotti] Get you a cameo Slim

[Gotti] You gotta start comin out baby

[Gotti] Birdman love you boy

[Boo]   Keep it pimpin Fresh

[Gotti] Pimp Mizzle

[Boo]	I see you daddy

[Gotti]	CMR big things '03 and forever

[Gotti]	CMR or nothin