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gangsta blac - tire shop (featuring dj paul) lyrics

[hook]
just another day up in the tire shop
chiefin’ hay, f-cked up, chiefin’ hay,
chiefin’, chiefin’, chiefin’ hay, f-cked 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 d-mn 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 p-ss the sh-t 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
scr-p, wid the scar, it’s my n-gg- mr.i-b-n
yes, it’s a must, that we let you know we sell, rocks
f-ckin’ wid these killaz from south parkway we the hypnotize
claimin’ motherf-ckaz 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, f-cked up

hook (4x)

[verse 2: dj paul]
just another afternoon and me i’m chiefin’ hay
talk sh-t 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 n-gg-s rollin’ gotta shake and break
the motherf-ckin’ laws take care of our business
and pick up some freaks, get ’em high and get out d-ck suck,
down on victor street, turn the other cheek,
break neat, down the f-ckin’ street
i gotta get the f-ck outta dodge before they beat me for my meat
hooks a left on parkway fire up a bli-zine that farness
some b-tches beeped me three or four i left ’em wid they p-ss-es wet
had some pistols and that dope across the street, in the gr-ss
the five-os ridin’ deep because ah some sh-t that happens in the past,
cruisin’ in my cut dog for my chevy n-gg-s wid anna in my trunk
i’m smokin’ skunk my n-gg-s boomin’ cause that tire shop track thumps

[dj paul talkin’]
yeah this dj paul in this motherf-cka
wid my n-gg- gangsta b and the three 6 mafia muhf-cka

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 sw-ngin’ hummers on the f-ckin’ track
tricks you got it lonely if it ain’t man and f-ckin’ gangsta blac
all for one, one for all, hoe you shoulda f-ckin’ 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 h-ll, can’t you tell, now it’s tony that i want
beepin’ up my n-gg- flick and cheese bring them bi p-rnos
me and lil man got them cheese scopin’ out the dirty hoes
drop top to the f-ckin’ bone, when we go and get a b-tch
eyes red as motherf-ckin’ fire from that hay and sh-t
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 d-mn f-cked up!!

hook

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