Like This N Like That

[Carnival Beats] {*scratching*} "Like this and like that" "Like this and like that" Chorus: Carnival Beats "It's like this and like that The hood got my back Yeah, I'm making paper stacks, slangin' masa like crack" "Yeah, I'm making paper stacks" "Yeah, I'm making paper stacks" "Yeah, I'm making paper stacks, slangin' masa like crack" Repeat Chorus [Verse 1: Chingo Bling] They say you never been caught Boy, you must be lucky... But don't go barking by my ties, you better hush, puppy They never catch us all (Nope) It'll never stop (Nope) Anytime, any corner, baby, I'm a set up shop As long as the trunk go pop As long as the trunk open I'm a steady be servin' them, boy, my hustler boat ain't broken Flip it Flip it Flip it more than Burger King We Houston's distribution We be servin' thangs The work is smuggled in my big belt buckle The border got a fence, but we dug underground tunnels We packed a pack two trucks on a road So if they stop the first one, we lose half a load (Zim-zimma) Got ostrich seats in my beamer I'm a rep it for my people, you can put that on Selena And right now They got us cleaning up Katrina Yo, Kanye, Bush don't like Mexicans either Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 2) [Chingo Bling] Stacks, rubberband' em, tamales, I Soundscan them So next year I could pull up in a brown phantom They boys can't stand him cause he too, too, flashy Went from Ashy to classy, to downright nasty [Male Jacker] There he go Oh, he [{*fuckin'*}] jacked [Chingo Bling] Boy, I wish you would Monte Carlo grippin' wood, same color as ese blood Slabs on driveway to make 'em say "Ay guey!" Pass ya on the highway, from viejas, from to MySpace Mouth wide open, tongue hangin' like a pervert When they see the rich Skittles, chain lookin' like some sherbert I sold the maza just to see how the paper feel David Copperfield couldn't cop a better record deal Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3: Chingo Bling] Lately I been havin' rich people problems I made another couple million, hopin' that will solve 'em Promise Lookin' like I jacked your favorite rap star Willie's chain, Paul's grills, Puff's house and Slim's car They lookin' at me like "Where in the [{*fuck*}] they found him?" "Whoever the [{*fuck*}] signed him I bet that they gon' fire him" But it's official, Big Chile/Asylum You know the three digits {*Carnival Beats scratching*} You better dial him Repeat Chorus Twice [Carnival Beats] {*scratching*} "Chingo Bling, culero" "The Ghetto Vaquero" "Por favor, believe it" "Tamale Kingpin" --] Chingo Bling