Lyrics:

'Give Em Some Mo'



[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

4 point 6, dodge in the dits

Trunck full of brick, enought to build a house

To give cat a fix, grand barry six

I gave it to my bitch, but thats how it goes

When a playa rich,

On the mound i pitch,

Call me mr. quick,

In a fast lick

(skert, skert)

Whips,

Flyin past grams

Derrty i'm the man

That ya don't understand

Back in hand

If the club wit me

Pop a bottle wit me

Niggaz got a problem

Tell'em come get me

The git it boys hurr

And you know

We from that 314,



[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



See some cats don't understand

How i got this and i got that

Derrty i laid back

Handle my business

Don't bother nobody, don't be hatin and backstabin unlike you fake ass niggaz do



[verse 2]

Damn boy wounder

A C3 hummer

Got for the summer

You won't want my number

Don't need that skeka

More friends niether

Tramps want a dollar

Thats why i holla

Young donald trump

Back on this grizzle

Kick in it wit banner

Down in mississippi

Man i'm world wide

Carryin a 4.5.

Doin this for life

Am i a pro

Right

49 hundred

Biggest street reppers

Waters think they hot

Bout as hot as peppers

Better in my basement

For you funky hoes

Chingy ain't gettin it

Trick gon buy some clothes



[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



Haha

Here i come man and ya probely sick of me

I'm in your face all the time when you be sittin at home

??

G.I.B.



[Verse 3]

Screw Bill gates

Chain and face

Name in place

In case of anger face

Bing in the scoop

Scale with the doop

A bell with a coke

Therd by the loab

Off in my loaf

Yall rappers think ya'll hard

I know ya'll soft

Its chingy

Ya'll hoes act for me

So i'm gone give it to'em

Like ron jeromey

Mo clarony

Don't slide up

Big cowerd behind me

In da rolls ride up

The sides so rough

Its st. louis

Fussed up grades

Im bout to run for the ciminal of state



[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