Tire Shop

Lyrics

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Just another day awaken shaken off that marijuana Chokin' in the cut with smoke in my gut, I'm feelin' how I wanna Fire on a bag, I know Lil' Man he got his beeper, G Meetin' up with them damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily Vampin' to the store and get some papers, nah, a Swisher Sweet Sweetly spread 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 busters gots to check it in Strapped, with the scar, it's my nigga Mr. Ibn Yes, it's a must, that we let you know we sell rocks Fuckin' with these Killers from South Parkway, we done hypnotize Plenty motherfuckes, plenty busters I know, wish they could If you 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 [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Just another afternoon in May, I'm chiefin' hay, talk shit And you might be another victim of the hit made by the fools in S.P.V.  Forty-five Glocks puttin' holes from your head to your toe Then come Lil' Man unloadin' that nizzine from the darkness of the floor 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 our dicks sucked down on Victor Street Turn the other cheek, break neat, down the fuckin' street I gotta get the fuck outta dodge before they beep me for my meat Hooks a left on Parkway, fire up a blizzunt at Barton As them bitches beeped me 3-0-4, I left 'em with they pussies wet Hide them pistols and that dope across the street, in the grass 'Cause 5-0's ridin' deep 'cause of some shit that happens in the past Cruisin' in my Cut-dog, or my Chevy, niggas with anna' in my trunk I'm smokin' skunk, my niggas boomin' 'cause that Tire Shop track thumps [Interlude: DJ Paul] (Just another day up at the tire shop) Yeah, this DJ Paul in this motherfucker (Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay) With my nigga Gangsta B and the Three 6 Mafia, motherfucker (Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up) [Chorus: Gangsta Blac & DJ Paul] Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Waitin' 'til twelve o'clock to come Hittin' the club's, gettin' buck Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] Just awaken shaken off that hangover from night before Me and Lil' Man tried to kill ourselves with tony and indo Up all night, we strictly swangin' hubbers on the fuckin' track Tricks, you got it wrong if it ain't Man and fuckin' Gangsta Blac All for one, one for all, hoes, you shoulda fuckin' knew it Just them same old hustlers to the game 'cause we grew up to it Countin' up our dividends, time to get out chiefin' hay Time to holler 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 Slick and Cheese, bring them 5.0's Me and Lil' Man got them keys 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 [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up Just another day up at the tire shop Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up