Chingy Jackpot Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

[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 

Vokl, 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, 'cause I ain't got a whole card 

Got Lee way in my hometown (STL) 

No mo' jokin 'cause 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 you 

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?