He's Herre Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Uh...Uh...Uh..He's here...He's Here...He's Here 

He..is..here..is he..really? 

[Chorus] 

Don't be scurred now 

Got it made now 

From the leg down 

He..is..here 

Don't be scurred now 

Got it made now 

Just pray to God I don't get you 

[Verse 1 - Chingy] 

Back slap that ass 

Clap that ass 

Dropping body bags 

Glocks and mags 

Four blocks you fast 

Talk your trash (Drop you fast) 

Never jock a cat 

I will blast 

Shot is stacked 

Rock your hair 

Watch my mirror 

Stocking caps so I watch my style 

Cock and grab 

Open up shop and draft 

Quarter bags all of that 

Water lasts shorter halves 

Have ya comin back cause I'm fourth of stash 

Extort the hash 

Extort the wrath 

Cope the past 

Brought my mags 

Sort my cash on the docks 

Flock a hop 

Keep it in a proper spot 

Adopt a cop 

Rob a spot 

A lot of ice a cop or not 

Drop a pot 

Slide a lot 

Jackpot a lot 

Already got a lot of wine, but not in my ride, I'll stop 

[Chorus] - 2X 

We..are..dangerous 

He'll mangle us 

Who playing with us? 

And saying this stuff? 

And fuck with gangs and stuff? 

I aim to bust 

You straight up tough 

No thanks to us 

We're famous, duh 

A game I love 

To train my sluts 

To give brains and cuss 

Learn pain and plus 

Get tricks to claim the bust 

Think they nuts 

Slurp them up 

Hook or work them up 

Wake them up, break them up 

Taking crust shake them up 

Make it stuck in your twat 

Hit the streets, bend the blocks 

Sin or not, hit the daily spot 

Gin or scotch, top notch 

On my roster 

Mobster eating pasta 

Chop her in the closer, crack her like a lobster 

Have my ho to rob you 

Then dodge you 

Any ho need work? I got a job for you 

Go see the supplier 

Make like you a buyer 

Then buy slut, trick these fake playas 

Often what they say, you'll buy em up messiah 

Wait and bring it bacj to my empire 

Chingy keep these heffers on the strip and on fire 

Try her 

[Chorus] - 4X