Like This N Like That

Chingo Bling

Chorus: x2] 
It's like this and like that, the hood got my back 
Yeah I'm makin paper stacks, slangin masa like crack 
Yeah I'm makin paper stacks (3x), slangin masa like 
crack 

[Verse 1:] 
They said you've never been caught, boy you must be 
lucky 
But don't go parkin by my tires, you better hush puppy 
They never catch us all, it'll never stop 
Any time, any corner, baby I'm a set'em chopped 
As long as that trunk go pop, as long as that trunk 
open 
I'm a steady be served and board my hustle, before they 
broken 
Flip it, flip it, flip it more that burger king 
We use this distribution, we be servin thangs 
Don't perk your smuggle, in my big belt buckle 
The border got the feds, but we the underground tunnels 
We pack the back, two trucks on the road 
So if they stop the first one, we lose half the load 
Systema, got ostrich seats in my beama 
I'm rappin for my people, you can put that on selena 
And right now they got us cleanin up katrina 
Yo kanye!, bush don't like mexicans eitha. 

[Chorus: x2] 
It's like this and like that, the hood got my back 
Yeah I'm makin paper stacks, slangin masa like crack 
Yeah I'm makin paper stacks (3x), slangin masa like 
crack 

[Verse 2:] 
Stacks, rubberband them, tamales I still sell them 
So next year, I can pull up in a brown phantom 
Them boys can't stand him, cause he too too flashy 
Went from ashy to classy, to down right nasty 
[Voice:] (ey mijito, your gonna get jacked)- 
Boyy, I wish you would 
Monte Carlo pimpin wood, same color as? blood 
Slabs on driveway, that make em say ay wey 
Catch you on the highway, pendejas from the myspace 
Mouth wide open, tounge hangin like a pervert 
When they see the wrist, it'll sing lookin like some 
churbert 
I sold the masa just to see how the paper feel 
Either cop a field, cause I caught the better record 
deal. 

[Chorus: x2] 
It's like this and like that, the hood got my back 
Yeah I'm makin paper stacks, slangin masa like crack 
Yeah I'm makin paper stacks (3x), slangin masa like 
crack 

[Verse 3] 
Lately, I've been havin rich people problems 
I made another couple million, hopin that will solve'em 
Promise, lookin to reject your favorite rap star 
Willy's chain, balls, grillz, puffs house to sims car 
They lookin at me like where the f**k they found them 
Whoever the f**k signed them, I bet that they gon 
fire'em 
But it's official, big chile slash asylum 
You know the three digits, bitch you better dial'em. 

[Chorus: x2] 
It's like this and like that, the hood got my back 
Yeah I'm makin paper stacks, slangin masa like crack 
Yeah I'm makin paper stacks (3x), slangin masa like 
crack 

[Outro:] 
Chingo Bling! The quiero 
Por favor, believe it 
Tamale king pin, king pin, king pin.