Chingy, Track Stars dirty, well I got a Caprice on 24's. I got a Range Rover with spinners. I got an Imparler with beat let's go. . I do ride Bentleys and coupes.
[Chipmunk - Verse 1]. Team UK we on a mad ting. American girls they love my accent. Road man, rate me, affiliated for money. Yardie girls love me, affiliated with gully.
Either they don't know, don't show. Or don't care about what's going on in the hood. . Uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, this your boy. Chingaling man need to talk to the world real quick.
Some people have to learn. Some people wait their turn. Some people have to fight. Some people give their lives. . They wanna hold you back, tell 'em pee off.
[Snoop Dogg + (Girl)]. Bomb, bomb, bomb. Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it. Ma ooh, you got some bomb thang..... Ma I know you got that bomb bomb.....
[Hook]. I know you man just might run out of bars. Chip can't run out of bars. I get lean, I get waved, get burse. Pull up, I tun up the dance. I know you man just might run out of bars.
I'm just mindin' my business, handlin' business. There's no love for you blad, it's business. I'm just mindin' my business, handlin' business. There's no love for you blad, it's business.
Bomb ass pussy. Ma ooh, you got that bomb, know you got it. Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy. Ma, I know you got that bomb bomb pussy. . (What are you doing?).
I came from the London underground. Then I took my sound and spread it over ground. Yes I'm leveling over clouds. I'm on top but holding it down. The kings sat in his throne.
Look, I never fail to turn up my weakness. I supply teachers and musical genius, I should write speeches. Father, forgive me, I sin with the women. I'm a prince with the vision but a king with the written.
Bomb ass pussy. Ma ooh, you got that bomb, know you got it. Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy. Ma, I know you got that bomb bomb pussy. . (Whachu doin'?).
Told You Already Nigga Bussin Wont Flop Me. Take Your Best Shot Bullets Wont Stop Me. Back To Bars Now I Know You Thought You Lost Me. You Dont Like Me Oopsy Daisy Pop Me.
Bomb ass pussy. Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, know you got it. Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass pussy. Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb pussy. . [Chorus x 2].
Nigga walk up in the spot. Wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths). The other nigga talking that fly shit. . (La musica de Harry Fraud).
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.
Nigga can I get out the car?. Wut's up wit you man?. Chillin' just came from my brothers cuzins mothers house. Say wut?. . Guess who was over there today?.
Nigga walk up in the spot. Wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths). The other nigga talking that fly shit. . (La musica de Harry Fraud).
[Intro]. Uh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. . [Hook]. Hate it or love it. [x16]. [Spoken: I dedicate this to all my enemies. All the motherfuckers who don't like me.
oh oh oh. oh oh oh. so much for my happy ending. . oh oh oh. oh oh oh. so much for my happy ending. . oh oh oh. oh oh oh. so much for my happy ending.