Chuck:Uh... they jingling babyLike keys in my pocketWhen my hands in my pocketLooking for my walletMotorcity technology Radsheed WallaceThen move to Chicago for dollars like Ben WallaceI was tryna be modestBut I done brushed my shoulders off so muchIn the past months they looked polishedI'm just being honestI'm putting on a clinic^!$$%s dropping out of college to do it like we did itAnd pigeon is always flocking if you tossin out bird seedsI'm in a lion's den with a steak they can't touch mePlus me and MikeyDo the right thing in these spike lee NikesSuckas they wanna fight meCause they girlfriends wanna guy just like meYou know what bite meHey they all like meNo sense of throwin punches,Let's do lunch,Man you like me tooAin't no future in ya frontin.Chorus:Baby;Ya jinglingBaby (right, right, right)Baby (baby)Ya jinglingBaby (jingling cassette)(Ja jingling cassette) x3Mikey:Signed sealed deliveredLick thee envenlope and then send it to my ^!$$%sInside was a note saying that we got to pick up the paceCause there's too many rabbits tryna get in the raceMakes me sick in the face and stomachShoes ain't laced but they all tryna run itDid it, done it, kick it, and punt itWhatever it good however you put itI'm a hundred dolla bills in a haystack cousin, want it?You can have it long as you stop confrontinSee I be tryna pay MCs to behaveBut they don't cooperate with meAnd lately they been impatientThey don't like waitinAnd that's why they hate on meSo dang, what they party always lameThey never had a hand like pains of old dames so bamChorus: out