Power Ballin lyrics

[Intro]
Its your boy chingy
Representin the king
G.I.B. git it boys
Stop hatin' derrty
And maybe you can get some in your life playa
[chorus]
Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo)
Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.)
If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up)
But then right before i finish (get up)
They say give me some mo

[verse 1]
Uhu

Verse one
(chingy)
Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross
Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss
Got alot on my plate breakfast,lunch and dinner
Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i'm a winner
On my block it's lil kids pulling pistol's
In Iraq it's innocent kids dying from missoles
That's why i'm back and taking the title from those before me

You know the definition,
of a balla,
(uh hu) that's me,
c-h-i-n-g to the y,
let me explain it to you though,

Chorus:
I'm a balla (say what),
high, roller baby (baby, baby),
shot colla (thats right),
ain't nobody this crazy (like me) ,
you a hatta (you a hatta),
why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know),
fake playa (yeap, fake playa),

[Talking-Chingy]
Heh What's up? You ain't been talking to me for a couple of days, but its all good. I just wanted to let you know that I
know I do some things that's wrong, you do some things that wrong, you know what I'm saying? We ain't perfect, we all make
mistakes, na na hold on I'm talking to you don't just be trying to leave and stuff like that I'm talking to you, I'm

Intro:
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 lets go.

Chrous (x2):
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don't give away all my lou.
trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't)
Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't)
Verse 1

[Chingy]
Yeah, G.I.B.
Get it boys

[Chorus]
I don’t know what y’all about to do
But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew
And, Keep Clubbin’
Quit complainin’ yeah dog you look cool
Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels
And, Keep Clubbin’
I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin’ fool
Hell nah it aint no rules

Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhh
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhh
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhh
Yeah yeah yeah

Pop that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at
You know tha game gurl
Wurr da git it gurlz at

Pop that thing
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Work that thing
Wurr da git it gurlz at
Twist that thing

(feat. R Kelly)

[Chorus: (R Kelly)]
Baby dont chu wanna leave this V.I.P and finish off this party in my hotel suite
Gurl juss follow me because i got room keys sex, red bull, velvi we be like da...[15x's]
[Verse 1 (Chingy)]
I pulled on tha lot and then i fell up in tha spot St. Louis hat cocked tryna

[hook]
Yall ride 18's we ride 26's
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches
Yall ride 18's we ride 26's
Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches
Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin at these bitches

[verse 1 - chingy]
Im the wrong balla to flex with

[Intro:]
Fall-N
Fall-N
Pussy nigga [x3]
Pussy niggas [x3]

[Chorus:]
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again
I got kin (kin) / I got friends (friends) / Think'in the river don't stop with the mens (?)
To all my hustla niggas
Ball-N (ball-n)
To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it again

[Verse One]
[Chingy]

Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross
Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss
Got alot on my plate breakfast,lunch and dinner
Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i'm a winner
On my block it's lil kids pulling pistol's
In Iraq it's innocent kids dying from missoles
That's why i'm back and taking the title from those before me

Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state,
city to city, ballers ballers. Let's do this, dirty.
Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling.
You know how I do it: representing St. Louis.
Put your hands up, put your hands up.
[Chorus - Chingy]

I'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller's at?

(feat. Busta Rhymes, Nick Cannon, Fat Joe)

[Intro]
New York, Put it on the flo?.
New York, Put it on the flo?. (What!) (C'mon)
Cali, Put it on the flo?.
Cali, Put it on the flo?.
Miami, Put it on the flo?.
Miami, Put it on the flo?.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo?.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo?.

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]