We Got

By Chingy

Released on 2004

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[Intro: Chingy]


[Chorus: Chingy]

You got whips?

We got whips

Dirty, we can talk about some flossin' shit

You got hoes?

We got bricks

Homie, we can show you how we hustlin', bitch

You got clips?

We got clips

Boy, we can hop into some gangsta shit

You got chips?

We got chips

Man, the Git It Boyz gettin' it in this bitch


[Verse 1: Chingy]

I heard that song, boy!

It ain't Another, boy!

Better keep my name out yo mouth, I'm on some others, boy!

I've been discovered, boy!

That's why you hatin', boy!

They like the way I do that right thurr, they relating, boy!

I'm from tha north, boy!

Tha real city, boy!

Whurr all tha cats Git It Boyz, ain't nothin pretty, boy!

See M-Jay and dude? Yeah they my cousins, boy!

They was right thurr, when we was bangin' and thuggin', boy!

Where was you at, boy?

I'm gettin' scratch, boy!

600 thousand, got that Bent and that Maybach, boy!

This hip-hop, boy!

This ain't pop, boy!

Tha streets is really whurr I'm from, and you not, boy!

So grab ya balls, boy!

And make some calls, boy!

And when it get street don't get tha laws involved, boy!

Tha media hypes you, boy!

KRS crushed you, boy!

Plus 50 got you in tha gym tryna get muscles, boy!

Put up tha chains, cars, and the platinum teeth, boy!

And bring tha drama, beef, trouble to tha streets, boy!

You started it, boy!

Well I'ma finish, boy!

Bring up my kite to tha pen, I'ma send it, boy!


[Chorus: Chingy]

You got whips?

We got whips

Dirty, we can talk about some flossin' shit

You got hoes?

We got bricks

Homie, we can show you how we hustlin', bitch

You got clips?

We got clips

Boy, we can hop into some gangsta shit

You got chips?

We got chips

Man, the Git It Boyz gettin' it in this bitch


[Verse: [2]]

I know some young niggas (Young niggas)

That a murk you [?] [?] and still be in by they curfew

So if my man say the beef is on

I'ma cock back, bust, start releasing them

[?] [?] [?] [?] thought they could patch you up real nice

While I party real nice, gettin' swipe by twin dikes

They took the kid ice and he ain't even try to fight

What kinda general got soldiers that ain't got [?] [?]

Ain't no gettin' mine twice without me heatin' the 9 pipe

Y'all some cats and I really don't think y'all got nine lifes

But I got nine [?] and you can get 'em real easy

So remember Get It Boyz, nigga, ain't just [?]


[Chorus: Chingy]

You got whips?

We got whips

Dirty, we can talk about some flossin' shit

You got hoes?

We got bricks

Homie, we can show you how we hustlin', bitch

You got clips?

We got clips

Boy, we can hop into some gangsta shit

You got chips?

We got chips

Man, the Git It Boyz gettin' it in this bitch


[Verse 3: [?]]

We got whips and cream, clips with the infa beam

Fat blunts toting [?] [?]

I let fo-fifth spit at your bitch regime then throw balls at your clique, that's a bitchin' team

Hood Stars is the shit, we gettin' green

[?] [?] start with a Tic, better switch ya team 'cause

You don't wanna know what's next

We blowin' up [?] it's not a bomb threat, [?]

I'm shootin' from the [?] on your hat

I just got hit with fuckin' tele[?] [?] and tele[?] crack, niggas know me

And I be in the street if you ever want beef

Daz, fucker, I get in that ass, fucker

I got ice, guns, whips plush cash, fucker

Ask around and I'll be the last fucker

To play with or I have what you have, fucker