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Chingy feat. Ludacris and Snoop Dogg

 

 

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]

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

 

[Chorus: Snoop] + (Girl)

Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holiday Inn

(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends

(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen

One thing leading to another let the party begin

 

[Chorus: Chingy] + (Girl)

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holiday Inn

(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends

(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen

One thing leading to another let the party begin

 

[Verse 1: Chingy]

Peeps call me up {*phone ring*} said it's a hotel party

Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties

I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store

Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?

Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road

I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'

Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning

Valet look like he in the game and must be winning

To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up

There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup"

I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B

One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"

"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"

Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things

Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!

Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste

There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering

Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"

I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)

What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

 

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

 

[Verse 2: Chingy]

Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?"

Man know what get them wraps and roll up

I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin

You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping

Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, actin' silly

The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"

Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing

She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen

Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera

Then I thought about, no footage as I ram her

Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling

Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island

 

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

 

[Verse 3: Ludacris]

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples

Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles

Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle

Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles

Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles

Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble

Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle

I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle

Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles

I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle

Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels

For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle

Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo

I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple

Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again

My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holiday Inn

 

[Chorus: Snoop + Chingy]

 

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]

Yeah, let the party begin, bitch

Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis

My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace

Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes

Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends

Meet me at the Holiday Inn

Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP

Oh wee, and light that sticky icky

And we gonna do the damn thing

Now what I'm talking bout

We gon' disturb tha peace right now

Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin

chillin' and nuttin'

Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button

You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh

Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'

You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you

Lyrics: Dmx - Lord Give Me A Sign [Artist Lyrics]

Album: Unknown

Lyrics to Dmx Lord Give Me A Sign

(DMX talking)

 

lord gimme a sign

i relle need to talk to you lord

cause the last time we talked

the walk has been hard

and i no u havent left me

but i feel like im alone

im a big boy now

but im still not grown

and im still goin threw it (what)

pain and the hurt

soakin up trouble like rain in the dirt

and i no homie i can stop the rain

but just to mention im guna save ur pain

in the name of jesus

devil i rebuke you

for wat i go threw

and trying to make me do what i used to

but all that stops right here

as long as the lord in my life

i will have no fear

i will know no pain from the light to the dark

i willl show no shame spit it right from the heart

cause its right from the start

you held me down

and theres nothing they can tell me now

 

(chorus)

lord gimme a sign

let me no wats on ur mind

let me no wat im guna find

its all the time

show me how to teach the mind

show me how to reach the blind

lord gimme a sign

show me wat i gots to do

to get me closer to you

cause ima go threw

with watever u want me to

just let me no wat to do

lord gimme a sign

 

please, show me something

im tired of talkin to him

knowin he frontin

cryin about life it aint notin

would u either be the one mad

cause the other one huntin

traped in your arm ma

waitn for the lord

im huntin with the word that

cuts like a sword

the spoken word the stronger

then they stand

he carrys the whole world in his stronger hand

you never let us down (jesus)

i no u hear wit us now(jesus)

i no u still wit us now

keep it real wit us now

i wanna feel, show me how Please

let me take your hand

guide me, i walk slow, stay right beside me, the devils trying to find me

hide me,hold up, i take that back, protect me and then flip the get the fuck back

 

(chorus)

lord gimme a sign

let me no wats on ur mind

let me no wat im guna find

its all the time

show me how to teach the mind

show me how to reach the blind

lord gimme a sign

show me wat i gots to do

to get me closer to you

cause ima go threw

with watever u want me to

just let me no wat to do

lord gimme a sign

 

life or death live or die

i will never live a lie

im guna live because i try

i wont quit untill i die

im gonna make it, wrong or right (ya)

make it threw the darkest night

when the morning comes u'll see

 

(Chorus)

lord gimme a sign

let me no wats on ur mind

let me no wat im guna find

its all the time

show me how to teach the mind

show me how to reach the blind

lord gimme a sign

show me wat i gots to do

to get me closer to you

cause ima go threw

with watever u want me to

just let me no wat to do

lord gimme a sign

Sean Paul-Temperature

[Intro:]

The gal dem Schillaci...Sean da Paul

So me give it to...so me give to...so me give it to...to all girls

Five million and forty naughty shorty...

Baby girl...baby girl...Sean da Paul sey...

 

[Chorus:]

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm

I got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm

Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I...

Wanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!

 

[Verse1:]

Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor from you don't want no worthless performer

From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gal make I see your hand them up on ya..

Can't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...no steam fish....nor no green banana

But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna..

 

[Chorus:]

 

[Verse 2:]

Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out but you no wasters cause gal you impress out...

And if you des out a me you fi test out,Cause I got the remedy to make you de-stress out....

Me haffi flaunt it because me God Bless out...And girl if you want it you haffi confess out...

A no lie weh we need set speed a fi test the mattress out..

 

[Chorus:]

 

[Verse 3:]

Gal don't say me crazy now, this Strangelove it a no Bridgette and Flava show..

Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaan like you a act shady yo...

Woman don't play me know, cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo....

My lovin' is the way to go...my lovin' is the way to go.....

 

[Chorus:]

 

[Verse 4:]

When you roll with a player like me...with a bredda like me girl there is no other

No need to talk it right here just park it right here keep it undercover

From me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeans and mi waan discover..

Everything out you baby girl can you hear when me utter...