Текст, перевод и аккорды “Ching Ching Ching”
- feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo [50 Cent] Yeah! G-G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT!!~! (Yayo) {NON-STOP} [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] I hustled then I got that ching ching ching Then I bought my bling bling bling That's how I got your fuckin bitch on my dick [Tony Yayo] You can catch me run inside nigga, doin my thing Cause what I write with my pen got me next to Don King I'm blowin H-2-O, in a H2 With a project chick named Rachel I got rocks on my neck, with a big-ass piece And come through in a Lex with Claudette Ortiz With no roof on the top, that's my Sunday car In the Hummer lookin hot, that's my Monday car I got a stable of hoes, now I'm a P-I-M-P And bring in bitches on a Amtrak with grams of D We got beams on the gat, we detail our weapons And the way that I rap, we e-mail addressin Niggaz hear what I spent, and wonder how I write it G-Unit gon' win, we on automatic pilot [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] With menage-a-trois' I got these dykes wet Off of blue E pills with the knife checks I'm still blowin green in the PJ's Laid out in the cut readin screenplays, nigga be ea-sy Don't talk grea-sy, the rap game needs me I spent 16, you gettin charged by the freebie Y'all niggaz in court, spillin the beans About the kid from New York that be killin the fiends I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler I got 2 maids but fuck it I need a butler [Chorus] BITCH!! {Can't forget, rewind, DVD magazine} "Can the drummer have some!"
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