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someone with (s-xual) skills or prowess.
beeatch: “i wuz wit leroy last night, he’s a real trick daddy”
trik dade
a n-gg- that love s-x and love the south
see trick daddy hendrickson.

cross-country champion of haddonfield, new jersey. he is known for a dark silence comparable to that of calvin coolidge and his ability to heal the mind with genetic psychosis. trick daddy once narrowly escaped death by using his running skills to evade a confederate general in his pickup truck near the woods. he is a viking.

see big daddy
see scandinavian
h-llo sir would you please hold my dog while i tie my shoe 4 running????/

trick daddy!
a rappa who cant rap sh-t motha f-cka same wit chingy dat b-tch
lil jon
yeah (yeaaaahhhh!)
theres a lotta f-ck n-gg-z in the club tonight
(f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em)
but its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
cause me and my clique we don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
trick daddy, jim johnson, big d, lil jon

hook
lets gooooo! (lets gooooo!)
if you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
i’m bout to f-ck a n-gg- up, lets gooooo! (lets gooooo!)
if you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
i’m bout to f-ck a n-gg- up, lets gooooo! (lets gooooo!)

trick daddy
if you want some, come get some
cause where i’m from we tote big guns
and everybody know somebody that
know somebody that know somethin bout it
and i want answers now who, what, where when and why
see, a lotta dudes like to act a fool
and all get all loud but that ain’t my style
and he who he gonna get and what he gonna do
run up on me if he want to
out there impressin his homies
but he stood up in front of his mama
i mop up the flo wit ’em
and i kick in the door and let the .44 get ’em
i got fools that’ll go get ’em
that’s some crew and the dudes that run wit ’em

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twista
gotta spit for the murderers, and the killers, and the thugsters
that be f-ckin up the ballers, and the dealers, and the hustlers
got me comin at you bogus in the v.i. while they b-mpin lil jon
i’m a brush ya
it’s the psycho n-gg- twista from chicago rollin with the miami n-gg-
that’ll crush ya
we already been lookin for drama
if a n-gg- try to get into it then we still gotta get ’em
feelin {?} twista that could never beat you
all up in here standin here testin {?}
got me swingin cryst-y and hennessy bottles
in the club with my thug homies goin for the scrilla
don’t get it twisted with that “overnight celebrity”
you better be scared of me in my city i’m a killer

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trick daddy
i ain’t that rappin type arright
and i that actin type arright
this sulphane in my script
i’m a play on you and you just a square
see, once that hennessy into
me the whole industry is my enemy
if you ain’t no ten to me or friend to me
b-tch don’t pretend to be
i’m strictly for the thugs
i’m part of the streets and straight out the hood
that moments ghetto (ghetto)
got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats
i’m straight out the county of dade
played on fire n-gg- m-i-a
never gone south of the border
americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered

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trick daddy
the ak go chop, chop, chop, chop
the sk go fire, fire, fire, fire
the ak go chop, chop, chop, chop
the sk go fire, fire, fire, fire

and chingy balla baby
you know the definition of a balla
(uh hu) that’s me
c-h-i-n-g to the y
let me explain it to you though

chorus
i’m a balla (say what) high, roller baby (baby, baby)
shot caller (that’s right) ain’t n-body this crazy (like me)
you a hater (you a hater) why you tryin’ to play me (i don’t think he know)
fake player (fake player) ain’t n-body killin (hey, i’m a ball for real)
(oh, oh, oh)

chingy
girl i know you do the nasty (nasty)
i could tell when ya (when ya) walked past me (past me)
and your proud i looking flashy
errrthings on your mind
just ask me
i know my errrrelated stuff wasky (wabbit)
carrots all in the dezzy
it’s a habbit (uh)
wurrs my cash
outside i gotta benz and jag (both sittin on chrome)
is she down for gettin dirty with a ‘get it’ boy
all i need is one night just hit it boy
after the club we can checkin at five-star telly
get a suite an let me put somethin in your belly
what’s your name sheena
(ah) that you was sh-lly
don’t matta four o’clock
just be ready
foreva solja probably won’t come back from your momma
must we think that’s where ya get your back from

chorus

chingy
now i know we keep it crackin ask ’em and brit (what’s up)
the girls on us so dirty who you rollin wit (v-i-p)
from magic city to the pink slip in the lou (lou)
them chicks love the diamonds that i get from rob jewels
we been in the spot maaaan hang up flirtin
we be surrounding by girls man and i ain’t burpin
all i know is money cash, s-x, and j
and i got all three no i don’t play (don’t play)
chicks call me drama king like kayslay (kayslay)
cause in the bed i bring it (yeah) night and day
lettin rounds off in ’em like an ak
you leavin wit me tell me is it free or do i have to pay, (what you say)

chorus

chingy
i like them black, white, puerto rican, or haitian
like j-panese, chinese, or even asian (okay)
don’t matter what colour on this occasion, (fo sho)
like smoke take a hit of what i’m blazin
i said to god it’s me girls praisin
meet me at about 6 at the days inn
5 of ’em, 1 of me, i’m feelin caged in
i’m a pimp, i’m gonna keep on playin
you know i love ’em for that one night, (one night)
i could take on ten with my one pipe, (one pipe)
knock ’em all like a bowlin pin on site, (on site)
make ’em soak, change, girl lookherre you better get your mind right
(cause…)

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