Like This N Like That
Chingo Bling Lyrics


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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

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'up chop
As long as that trunk go pop, as long as that trunk open
I'm a steady be served and boy my hustle bone aint broken
Flip it, flip it, flip it more that burger king
We use this distribution, we be servin thangs
The work is smuggled 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 reppin 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.

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

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

(There he go, man he fittin' to get Jacked)

Boyy, I wish you would
Monte Carlo pimpin wood, same color as pussy 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, Skittles chain lookin like some churbert
I sold the masa just to see how the paper feel
David Copperfield, couldn't have copped a better record deal.

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

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, Paul's grillz, puffs house to Slim's car
They lookin at me like where the fuck they found them
Whoever the fuck 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.

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

Chingo Bling! The ghetto vaquero




Por favor, believe it
Tamale king pin, king pin, king pin.

Overall Meaning

In Chingo Bling's song Like This N Like That, the rapper reflects on his experience as a successful drug dealer in the hood. He brags about making paper stacks and compares his success to that of a crack dealer. He acknowledges that he's been lucky not to have been caught so far but warns others not to park by his tires. He asserts that he and his crew can't be caught as they use underground tunnels to smuggle their work across the border and distribute them with two trucks to avoid losing everything if one gets stopped. Chingo Bling's lyrics also contain elements of braggadocio, as he boasts about his flashy lifestyle, expensive chains and cars, and how far he has come from his "ashy" beginnings.


Line by Line Meaning

It's like this and like that, the hood got my back
I have the support of the neighborhood as I slang masa (corn dough) and make money.


Yeah I'm makin paper stacks, slangin masa like crack
I am making a lot of money by selling masa, which is as addictive as crack.


They said you've never been caught, boy you must be lucky
People think I'm lucky because I've never been caught by the cops.


But don't go parkin by my tires, you better hush puppy
Don't mess with me or you'll be sorry.


They never catch us all, it'll never stop
The police can't catch all of us in the drug game, so it will never stop.


Any time, any corner, baby I'm a set'up chop
I'm always ready to sell drugs on any corner and make money.


As long as that trunk go pop, as long as that trunk open
As long as the trunk of my car opens, I will always have illegal drugs to sell.


I'm a steady be served and boy my hustle bone aint broken
I am always making money and my determination to hustle is unbreakable.


Flip it, flip it, flip it more that burger king
I make more money selling drugs than the fast food chain, Burger King.


We use this distribution, we be servin thangs
We have our own system for distributing drugs and making money from it.


The work is smuggled in my big belt buckle
I smuggle drugs in my big belt buckle to avoid getting caught.


The border got the feds, but we the underground tunnels
The border patrol may have the feds, but we have our own underground tunnels to smuggle drugs.


We pack the back, two trucks on the road
We have two trucks on the road, so if one gets stopped by the cops, we won't lose all our drugs.


So if they stop the first one, we lose half the load
If the cops stop the first truck, we'll only lose half of our drugs because we have a backup plan.


Systema, got ostrich seats in my beama
My car has expensive ostrich seats and I am proud of my success.


I'm reppin for my people, you can put that on selena
I am proud to represent my community, and I am willing to put that on Selena Quintanilla, a popular Tejano singer.


And right now they got us cleanin up katrina
We are helping with hurricane relief efforts in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina.


Yo kanye!, bush don't like mexicans eitha.
Hey Kanye, President Bush doesn't like Mexicans either.


Stacks, rubberband them, tamales I still sell them
I make a lot of money and store it in rubber bands while still selling tamales.


So next year, I can pull up in a brown phantom
I want to buy a luxury car, a brown Rolls Royce Phantom, next year.


Them boys can't stand him, cause he too too flashy
Other people in the drug game are jealous of my success and flashy style.


Went from ashy to classy, to down right nasty
I used to be poor and unimportant, but now I'm rich and dirty because of my drug dealing.


(There he go, man he fittin' to get Jacked)
People are noticing me and I have to watch out for getting robbed or arrested.


Boyy, I wish you would
Don't even think about trying to mess with me.


Monte Carlo pimpin wood, same color as pussy blood
I drive a pimped-out Monte Carlo that is the same color as blood.


Slabs on driveway, that make em say ay wey
I have nice cars parked in my driveway that makes people say 'wow'.


Catch you on the highway, pendejas from the myspace
I'll catch you on the highway, and you can find idiots on MySpace.


Mouth wide open, tounge hangin like a pervert
People stare at me with their mouth wide open, like they're perverts.


When they see the wrist, Skittles chain lookin like some churbert
People notice my colorful bracelet and my chain that looks like an ice cream topping.


I sold the masa just to see how the paper feel
I sold masa just to see how it felt to make money.


David Copperfield, couldn't have copped a better record deal.
My record deal is so good that even magician David Copperfield couldn't top it.


Lately, I've been havin rich people problems
I have problems like rich people do, such as not knowing how to spend all my money.


I made another couple million, hopin that will solve'em
I made a couple more million dollars, hoping that will solve my problems.


Promise, lookin to reject your favorite rap star
I am looking to beat out your favorite rap star and become more popular.


Willy's chain, Paul's grillz, puffs house to Slim's car
I am naming a bunch of expensive jewelry and properties that I own.


They lookin at me like where the fuck they found them
People are wondering how I became so successful with my background.


Whoever the fuck signed them, I bet that they gon fire'em
I think whoever signed my rivals to their record deal was wrong and should be fired.


But it's official, big chile slash asylum
I am official and important, with the nickname Big Chile and connection to the music label Asylum.


You know the three digits, bitch you better dial'em.
You know the emergency number to call when you mess with me or my business.


Chingo Bling! The ghetto vaquero
I am a Latino gangster rapper known as The Ghetto Cowboy, or vaquero in Spanish.


Por favor, believe it
Please believe it, because it's all true.


Tamale king pin, king pin, king pin.
I am the king of selling tamales, and everyone should know it.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: PEDRO E. HERRERA, SALIH WILLIAMS

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