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[Chuck:] Uh... they jingling baby Like keys in my pocket When my hands in my pocket Looking for my wallet Motorcity technology Radsheed Wallace Then move to Chicago for dollars like Ben Wallace I was tryna be modest But I done brushed my shoulders off so much In the past months they looked polished I'm just being honest I'm putting on a clinic Niggas dropping out of college to do it like we did it And pigeon is always flocking if you tossin out bird seeds I'm in a lion's den with a stake they can't touch me Plus me and Mikey Do the right thing in these spike lee Nikes Suckas they wanna fight me Cause they girlfriends wanna guy just like me You know what bite me Hey they all like me No sense of throwin punches, Let's do lunch, Man you like me too Ain't no future in ya frontin. Songtexte[Chorus:] Baby; Ya jingling Baby (right, right, right) Baby (baby) Ya jingling Baby (jingling cassette) (Ja jingling cassette) [x3] [Mikey:] Side seal the libet. Lick thee envenlope and then send it to my niggas Inside was a note saying that we got to pick up the paste Cause there's too many rabbits tryna get in the race Makes me sick in the face and stomach Shoes ain't laced but they all tryna run it Did it, done it, kick it, and pun it Whatever it good however you put it I'm a hundred dolla bills in a haystack cousin, want it? You can have it long as you stop confrontin See I be tryna pay MCs to behave But they don't cooperate with me And lately they been impatient They don't like waitin And that's why they hate on me So dang, what they party always lame They never had a hand like pains of old dames so bam [Chorus: out] (Thanks to Chel-Z Lynn for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania