Tateeze - Chi-Town lyrics

[Intro - Mannie Fresh] Whoa! (watch ya self baby) (yeah, yeah) Yeah! this that one (ok) (comin through, comin through) Yeah! uh [Chorus - Mannie Fresh] + (Tateeze) Chicken, fish, bossy outfits Cadillac Escalades, with drop kits Arrows on the grills, big spinnin wheels And a Midwest girl, dressed in high heels, we (Chi-Tooooooooown!) (At its best) c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, woo! (Chi-Tooooooooown!) (Better wear that vest) [Verse 1 - Boo] Hop in my Escalade and let's roll Keep a pocket full of dough, cause my Midwest flow Wrists stay glow, eyes stay low You know I stay puffin on that stank, stank, oh! [Gotti] Now I came through the door, what did I see A couple hot chicks, lookin at me Like what's your name, and you with Gotti the name, Cash Money the clique [Boo] Now when you cop that whip, you better put them stunnas on 'em And I don't tickle my women, I spill Crisy on 'em You see the jeans, 700 what I spent on 'em That's ballin baby we got chips don't we [Gotti] Now when I throw a party it don't end 'til six That's just how it is when you get this rich You should be like damn I wanna get that whip Now I got chips, I could buy a Six [Chorus w/ ad-libs] [Verse 2 - Gotti] Throw on ya mink coat, wit ya shoppin stick Don't make me pa** the fifth, I got cash to get Champagne like water, chicks flashin Cris Got mo' game, when I crash in blitz You can rock to this, or do the wat to this Ballers, hustlers, chop ya bricks Been a long time coming, got a lot to get It adds to the snow, when we frost our wrist [Boo] Keep ya mind on ya money, pack an extra clip Don't ever get fronted, so you don't know sh** If I don't know nothin, I know that strip Doubled-up twice, now I got the brick Yeah you love that sh**, how ya boy so slick And that cherry-red, Austin move so quick Birdman, got a n***a on his flossin sh** Let's hit the club, and go toss a b**h, uh [Chorus w/ ad-libs] [Verse 3 - Boo] Well I'ma hood cat, that love a hood rat You can hit it in the truck, or the back of the 'Lac If I get her mad, she would come right back Just cop the Gucci hat, wit the shoes to match [Gotti] I love this flossin, I'm the big bossman Never met defeat, cause I never loss man When I'm at the streets, school is out and I'm playin Now girls are fool whip, want juice on they hand [Boo] Dog keep it real, let ya game do the rest Stay far from lames, don't settle for less Listen to the hook, please keep that vest This is CMR homie, at its best [Gotti] Cats try to be me, I just gotta be me It's a fact actually, you gotta believe I just rap to the beat, make you clap to the beat Never left, so I ain't gotta go back to the streets [Chorus] [Outro] [Boo] Better wear that vest [Gotti] Cash Money or nothin [Gotti] Who thought Fresh couldn't do it? [Boo] Gotti, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to blow [Boo] It's our time homie [Gotti] Fresh you did it for us baby [Gotti] We ain't have to look no where else [Gotti] It was right here all the time baby [Boo] Mannie Frezzle, hot sauce [Gotti] Slim where you at? [Gotti] Get you a cameo Slim [Gotti] You gotta start comin out baby [Gotti] Birdman love you boy [Boo] Keep it pimpin Fresh [Gotti] Pimp Mizzle [Boo] I see you daddy [Gotti] CMR big things '03 and forever [Gotti] CMR or nothin