Chip Tha Ripper - Whoa lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yeaah, SLAB ENT BOYY, SOV letsgo Bring it back to the middle of the map Where the St. Claire n***az stay strapped my hood sooo cold My area colder, scarier colder but yall n***az don't fold Every n***a on the grind who stackin, always come back frontin like he pose Slidin on them 4's riding smoking lookin for the hoes Everywhere I go n***az always like damn I ain't never seen those You call it style But I took a vow to keepin the freshest kicks off my toes And I don't know how But they just got wow And tear that b**h down at all of my shows Its like God control the show Hands up high here we go… [Verse 2:] WOAH That sh** ain't in stores Where did he go to get all of his clothes b**h I don't even leave home this DC be showin up right to my door Then I put it on, kush for cologne and head for the door O and louis vuitton throw some of that on and go get yo hoe Lets hop in that Cadillac bustin my n***a we hittin the road And I got a cold lil female rollin the diesel, dog you kno I stay blowed Thuggin and theivin, b**h I'm from Cleveland Damn that's prolly why I'm so cold Yea that's prolly why I'm so cold Hands up high here we go