G-Unit - Ching ching ching
Tekst :
Yeah!
GGG-GGG- G-UNIT!
I hustled then I got that ching ching ching!
Then I bought my bling bling bling!
That s how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick! (HERE WE GOOO!)
I hustled then I got that ching ching ching! (HOLD UP!)
Then I bought my bling bling bling! (BLAAAT!)
That s how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick! - BITCH! (YEAH!)
You can catch me run inside nigga, doin my thing
Cause what I write with my pen got me next to Don King. (uh-huh!) (WHATTUP?)
I m blowin H-2-O - in a H2!
With a project chick named Rachel. (RACHEL!)
I got rocks on my neck, with a big-ass piece
And come through in a Lex with Claudette Ortiz. (CLAIDETTE ORTIZ!)
With no roof on the top, that s my Sunday car
In the Hummer lookin hot, that s my Monday car (MONDAY CAR!)
I got a stable of hoes, now I m a P-I-M-P (SAY!)
And bring in bitches on a Amtrak with grams of D.
We got beams on the Gat - we detail our weapons!
And the way that I rap, we e-mail addressin. (COME ON!)
Niggaz hear what I spent - and wonder how I write it,
G-Unit gon win, we on automatic pilot. (AUTOMATIC PILOT!)
I hustled then I got that ching ching ching! (YEAH!)
Then I bought my bling bling bling! (WHAT?)
That s how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick! (BITCH ON MY DICK!)
I hustled then I got that ching ching ching! (YEAH!)
Then I bought my bling bling bling!
That s how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick! - BITCH! (COME ON!)
With menage-a-trois I got these dykes wet
Off of blue E pills with the knife checks. (YEAH!)
I m still blowin green in the PJ s
Laid out in the cut readin screenplays, nigga be ea-sy. (YEEAH!)
Don t talk grea-sy! (YEAH!) The rap game needs me! (YEAH!)
I spent 16, you gettin charged by the freebie. (FREEBIE!)
Y all niggaz in court - spillin the beans
About the kid from New York that be killin the fiends.
I m a H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler! (HUSTLER!)
I got 2 maids but fuck it I need a butler! (YEAH! COME ON!)
I hustled then I got that ching ching ching!
Then I bought my bling bling bling!
That s how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick!
I hustled then I got that ching ching ching!
Then I bought my bling bling bling!
That s how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick! - BITCH! Inne utwory
Money makes the world go round Bottom girl Smile Ready or not Eye for eye Baby get on your knees Betta ask somebody Stunt 101 After my chedda Lay you down My buddy I smell pussy Angels around me I fucked your girl Like a dog Beg for mercy P.I.M.P (remix) Poppin them thangs Losowe utwory
Hold on – be careful what you wish for in your life
You just might get it
Your dreams – may not let you accomplish what you need
So don’t forget it
We all need some TLC – Love unlimited, baby
Let me take you...
All my friends
Say that I m a fool
And that I should
Give up on you
Many times I ve surely tried
But there is something
Down deep inside
I ve spent some time
Trying to think all this through
And I always end up
Wanting to be...
Shhhh
We are private detectives onward back from a musical pilgrimage
We work under the name of the Fall.
Who would suspect this?
It is too obvious.
Our office is secluded.
Those there to suspect
Would not see the wood for the trees
We were six like dice but we re back to five
Up here in the North...
Please don`t stop moving
Keep your body on grooving
A thousand shivers are crawling
Smooth and slow
Up and down your spine
I wish that I could give you everything you die for ... or maybe more
You`re made of my wildest dreams...
Got my hands in your pockets, I’ll take what I need
Heavy feet I’ve been walking, ‘cos nothing is free
It’s the end of the day, I don’t hear what you say at all
Got a mouthful of concrete, in every meal
Got a fistful of nothing, ‘cos nothing is real
It’s the end of...