Chi-Town (feat. Tateeze & Mannie Fresh) [Edited] - Boo And Gotti: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Chi-Town (feat. Tateeze & Mannie Fresh) [Edited]

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Chi-Town (feat. Tateeze & Mannie Fresh) [Edited] was released on July 22, 2003 by Cash Money as a part of the album Perfect Timing

Song Details

AlbumPerfect Timing

Release DateJuly 22, 2003

LabelCash Money

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM97

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Boo & Gotti

Performer

Mannie Fresh

Performer

Barewolf

Keyboards

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Byron Thomas

Songwriter

Mwata Mitchell

Songwriter

Sabrian Sledge

Songwriter

Vernon Jeffrey Smith

Vernon Jeffrey Smith

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mannie Fresh

Producer

Mark "Exit" Goodchild

Mark "Exit" Goodchild

Recording Engineer

Leslie Brathwaite

Leslie Brathwaite

Mixing Engineer

Cory Williams

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Whoa! (watch ya self baby)

(yeah, yeah)

Yeah! this that one (ok)

(comin through, comin through)

Yeah! uh

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

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!

Now I came through the door, what did I see

A couple hot chicks, lookin at me

Like "What's your name?" and "Who you with?"

Gotti the name, Cash Money the click

Now when you cop that whip, you better put them stunnas on 'em

And I don't trickle 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?

Now when I throw a party it don't end at 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 can buy a Six

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!

(Fresh, you gave us a hit, boy!)

Chi-Tooooooooown, better wear that vest

Throw on your mink coat, wit your shoppin stick

Don't make me pass 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 wap to this

Ballers, hustlers, chop your bricks

Been a long time coming, got a lot to get

It adds to the snow, when we frost our wrist

Keep your mind on your money, pack an extra clip

Don't ever get fronted, so you don't owe shit

If I don't know nothin', I know that strip

Doubled-up twice, now I got that brick

Yeah you love that shit, how ya boy so slick

And that cherry-red Austin move so quick

Birdman got a **** on his flossin' shit

Let's hit the club, and go toss a bitch, uh

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

(Slim! Birdman, what up)

Well, I'm a 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'll come right back

Just cop the Gucci hat, wit the shoes to match

I love this flossin, I'm the Big Boss Man

Never met defeat, cause I never lost, man

When I'm at the streets, school is out of the plan

Now girls I fool with want jewels on their hand

Dawg, keep it real, let your 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

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

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

Better wear that vest

Cash Money or nothin

Who thought Fresh couldn't do it?

Gotti, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to blow

It's our time, homie

Fresh, you did it for us, baby

We ain't have to look nowhere else

It was right here all the time, baby

Mannie Freezzle, hot sauce

Slim, where you at?

Get you a cameo, Slim

You gotta start comin out, baby

Birdman, love you boy

Keep it pimpin, Fresh

Pimp Mizzle

I see you, daddy

CMR big things '03 and forever

CMR or nothin'

Written by: Byron Thomas, Mwata Mitchell, Sabrian Sledge, Vernon Jeffrey Smith

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