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joey fatts - chipper jones ii lyrics

[monologue: joey fatts]
it all started summer ’06
jordan high school, long beach, california
young bad -ss n-gga
just tryin’ to earn stripes and make a name

[intro: joey fatts, princ-p-l & (friend)]
sh-t, what you ’bout to get into, bro?
([?])
man, i don’t think i’m goin’
(sh-t, me either, man)
all right man, ay, hit me later though
(yeah, hey you still smoking weed?)
oh yeah, for sure, [?]
mr. jones!
yeah
my office, right now
man, f-ck
where have you been first and second period?
i’ve been in cl-ss
never mind, i know where you been
i’ve seen you pull up to school with them guys
i know them, they’re nothing but trouble!
you know what we’re gonna do? call your mom
you’re suspended for two days for excessive truancy

[verse: joey fatts]
i’ma suffer in the afterlife
short-tempered n-gga, never got my manners right
i remember them nights we slept by the candle light
stomach growling, smelling my neighbors cookin’ spanish rice
couldn’t pay the bills but we purchased steel
[?] pistols make a n-gga p-ss in his pants for real
c0ke utensils, detrimental to get our pockets filled
all my n-ggas run the field like a soccer drill
this that wake music, shoot him in the face music
ain’t no love in these streets, you slip and we spray cupid
ridin’ on enemies and n-ggas who play foolish
gunpowder thick, my block got a taste to it, ridin’, cruisin’
wear the heater in my polo sweater
hit ’em up with berettas, squeeze and don’t let up
my n-ggas never heard of peace ‘cause meta never met us
leave him holy like priests escorted on a stretcher
push the block like london fletcher
down for whatever since a n-gga came out the womb
boxes and tools, present a pine box to you
don’t need a jump shot to shoot
pull up in the whip and i’ll pop your crew
i want the money, if he got it, i’m into his home
clutch the chrome, treating beef like sylvester stallone
spray his -ss like his favorite cologne
[?] with that chopper, b-tch, i think i’m chipper jones

[outro: joey fatts]
h-llo?
ayo, what’s good, n-gga?
sh-t, i got f-ckin’ suspended from school and sh-t for two days
mom’s tripping and sh-t, she tryna put me out and sh-t
but i got like 1.50 if you tryna piece up on a quarter piece and sh-t
i’ma be on the block, you get at me
all right

- joey fatts lyrics

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