Chingy Chingy Jackpot Lyrics

Chingy Jackpot 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?

[Hook 2X: Chingy + (Girl)]
[Chingy] what's
up?
(Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno
(Is it because you've been smoking
and drinking?)
Maybe so
(I've been thinking) huh?
(Maybe you come get
me) and do what?
(Round the town, then take me home and eat
me)
Okay
[Record scratches at end of hook]

[Verse 1:
Chingy]
Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot
Ladies on the strip, keep
me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop
Rag top on the jag drop, uh
Phat stop you
know that's hot, huh
Mack spinnin wit the piece in my pocket
People hop
out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw)
For a piece of the profit, St.
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
Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick
'Cris holdin
that bottle, won't you pop it
I threw the key to the city, since I locked
it
Girl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quiz
I get multiple choice
head, derty watch this

[Hook - 2X]

[Verse 2: Chingy]
They tell
me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rush
Errything I do is top
secret, that's on the hush (shhhh)
Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women
blush
From 314 to 617, gotta give it up
Treat my women like a structure,
workers work the streets
Twerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya
feet
Hurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all night
Hearr the
slots ring all night
But if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all
night
We keep Atlanta throwin bows
And New Orleans, we got the thugs
showin golds
Take it to New York, and party at Madison Squarre
We'll hit
Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairr
No hatin on my part, let the
ceremony start
Crowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the
Arch
STL, where I dwell, Northside of the streets
They keep a quarter
piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh

[Hook - 2X]

[Verse 3:
Chingy]
Uh, I got tired of being broke dogg (fa sho)
Ice Sleeve won't you
pass me some smoke dogg
Can I come up without jealousy?
" You ain't gon
make it", what they tellin me
So I showed them, it ain't that hard
Can't
play me, cuz I ain't got a whole card
Got Lee way in my hometown (STL)
No
mo' jokin cuz it's on now
Who gon' stop, me not a soul
Strap, in, now,
let's, roll
Keep it, real, what-eva I do
Got's up Keith, comin from
U
Squash that, mind ya own, beats
There's a new ching, in the
streets
Watch ya step, or I'll ruin ya rep
Now let's "get it" like Puff
and G-Dep

[Hook - 2X]

[Chingy]
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh,
uh
Oh, oh, oh, uh
Oh, oh
Who am I?