[Hook]
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin` hay, fucked up, chiefin` hay,
Chiefin`, chiefin`, chiefin` hay, fucked up
(4x)
[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day awaken shakin` off that marijuana
Chokin` in the cut wid smoke in my gut I`m feelin` high I wanna buy,
Want a bag I know Lil Nam he got his beeper G
Meetin` up wid them damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Fab went to the store and get some papers nah a Swisher Sweet
Sweetly stretch the dope up on the blunts and pass the shit to me
Lick it break it twist it hit it light it that`s that bombin` hay
Inhale exhale Draky, Nardo, Sed and Dale is on the way
Checkin` on my traps because you bustas gots ta check it in
Scrap, wid the scar, it`s my nigga Mr.I-B-N
Yes, it`s a must, that we let you know we sell, rocks
Fuckin` wid these killaz from South Parkway we the Hypnotize
Claimin` motherfuckaz plenty bustas I know wish they could,
Lick me down, throw the sign, see it and it`s all good
Test my nuts, do me wrong, that`s one slug in your gut
Just another day up at the tire shop chiefin` hay, fucked up
Hook (4x)
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Just another afternoon and me I`m chiefin` hay
talk shit and you might be another victim of the hit,
Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five glock unloads,
From ya head to ya toe, then come lil man
I`m loadin` that ni-zine from the darkness of the flo`,
Son, never tryna but gangsta B, rhymin` over these beats I make
Triple 6, Mafia niggas rollin` gotta shake and break
The motherfuckin` laws take care of our business
and pick up some freaks, get `em high and get out dick suck,
down on Victor Street, turn the other cheek,
Break neat, down the fuckin` street
I gotta get the fuck outta Dodge before they beat me for my meat
Hooks a left on Parkway fire up a bli-zine that farness
Some bitches beeped me three or four I left `em wid they pussies wet
Had some pistols and that dope across the street, in the grass
The five-Os ridin` deep because ah some shit that happens in the past,
Cruisin` in my cut dog for my Chevy niggas wid anna in my trunk
I`m smokin` skunk my niggas boomin` cause that Tire Shop track thumps
[DJ Paul talkin`]
Yeah this DJ Paul in this motherfucka
wid my nigga Gangsta B and the Three 6 Mafia muhfucka
Hook(2x)
[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
Just awaken shaken off that hangover from night before
Me and Little Man tried to kill ourself wid tony and in-do
Up all night we strictly swangin` hummers on the fuckin` track
Tricks you got it lonely if it ain`t Man and fuckin` Gangsta Blac
All for one, one for all, hoe you shoulda fuckin` knew it
Just them same old hustlas to the game cause we grew up to it
Countin` up our dividends, time to get out chiefin` in
Time to holla at them twins, time to go get I-B-N
Rollin` up the papers catch the vapors when I see a blunt
High as hell, can`t you tell, now it`s tony that I want
Beepin` up my nigga Flick and Cheese bring them bi pornos
Me and Lil Man got them cheese scopin` out the dirty hoes
Drop top to the fuckin` bone, when we go and get a bitch
Eyes red as motherfuckin` fire from that hay and shit
Test my nuts, do me wrong, that`s two slugs in your guts
Just another day up at the tire shop and I`m chiefin` hay,
So damn FUCKED UP!!
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