Dj Paul - Tire Shop lyrics

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Dj Paul - Tire Shop lyrics

[Hook:] Just another day up in the tire shop Chiefin' hay, f**ed up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f**ed 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 pa** the sh** 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 n***a Mr. I-B-N Yes, it's a must, that we let you know we sell, rocks f**in' wid these k**az from South Parkway we the Hypnotize Claimin' motherf**az 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**ed up Hook (4x) [Verse 2: dj Paul] Just another afternoon and me I'm chiefin' hay Talk sh** 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***as rollin' gotta shake and break The motherf**in' laws take care of our business And pick up some freaks, get 'em high and get out dick s** Down on Victor Street, turn the other cheek Break neat, down the f**in' street I gotta get the f** outta Dodge before they beat me for my meat Hooks a left on Parkway fire up a bli-zine that farness Some b**hes beeped me three or four I left 'em wid they pussies wet Had some pistols and that dope across the street, in the gra** The five-Os ridin' deep because ah some sh** that happens in the past Cruisin' in my cut dog for my Chevy n***as wid anna in my trunk I'm smokin' skunk my n***as boomin' cause that Tire Shop track thumps [Dj Paul talkin'] Yeah this dj Paul in this motherf**a Wid my n***a Gangsta B and the Three 6 Mafia muhf**a Hook(2x) [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] Just awaken shaken off that hangover from night before Me and Little Man tried to k** ourself wid tony and in-do Up all night we strictly swangin' hummers on the f**in' track Tricks you got it lonely if it ain't Man and f**in' Gangsta Blac All for one, one for all, hoe you shoulda f**in' 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 n***a Flick and Cheese bring them bi p**nos Me and Lil Man got them cheese scopin' out the dirty hoes Drop top to the f**in' bone, when we go and get a b**h Eyes red as motherf**in' fire from that hay and sh** 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 f**ed up!! Hook

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