Jingling

[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.

[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 pace

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 the frontin

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]