In tha Chi

Lyrics

[Intro] Good evening everybody I like to welcome y'all to the 'Go But let me warn you Before I take you on this trip Keep your mothafuckin head straight And your bitch better not have no purse Let's go [Verse One] Oh so pumpis now laid back may back and the top is down They use to say that I was a awkward child Made it hard for my pops to smile 'Cause I was blocked by What you know about the city lights, top down blow tree Feel the breeze throught the city night The 23s got me sittin right The Cartier's on my sleeve, Frankie Bs got em fittin tight We quick to get up when it bust down But see its G's round here so nigga please do not fuck round This for my niggas up in Bucktown, you know the business Every fifteen minutes you gotta duck down [Pre-Chorus] We send it up then we slide out But if a nigga wanna fuck wit my nigga we finna grime out I tryin to tell you what the Chi about 'Cause ain't no city like my city [Chorus] We be ridin rollin rollin ridin it crazy We smoking sippin sippin smokin baby We be ridin smokin sippin pimpin baby I know you feelin me now This is how we do it in Chi-c-a-go [Verse Two] And we dont kick it on the late no more Ain't no parties in the hood, we dont skate no more See err'body wanna chase the dough, I sip Bacardi With a shot of strawberries so i taste the dro I lay back and then I blow the haze One for my niggas who were here before but are gone today Dumpin out liquor, takin shots to make it go away Down on my note ready to go 'cause I don't wanna stay I'm on my way and i hope somebody call me back Or maybe i do it for my nigga, G, baller, scrapper 'Cause when you look up in the sky you know he smiling at ya This windy city got that Reaper steady coming at ya [Pre-Chorus] But that's a common factor, we set it up and then we slide out 'Cause if a nigga wanna fuck with my nigga we finna grime out 'Cause ain't no city like my city, you either with me or ride out [Chorus] We be ridin rollin rollin ridin it crazy We smoking sippin sippin smokin baby We be ridin smokin sippin pimpin baby I know you feelin me now This is how we do it in Chi-c-a-go [Verse Three] And i remember rappin in staircases clappin them 12 gauges Stackin them big faces praying to god i made it My life is so funny mo drama mo money So now they see me off that remy gettin so scumm Reproduction, most of my niggas facin life or they on they way Depending on what I'm makin So now you see yourself real baby girl And I hope you ain't trying to bring it here baby girl 'Cause uh, this ain't my occupation, this just a fuckin hobby Half of y'all bitches waited on my album just to copy But you sloppy and your verses will never top me A real lyricist and you bitches is carbon-copy Now producers wanna give me the boot 'Cause they know I spit the truth And I can fuck they bitches up in the booth But they still see me lettin it loose See i make em feel the juice like a hundred-proof And the hook goes [Chorus] We be ridin rollin rollin ridin it crazy We smoking sippin sippin smokin baby We be ridin smokin sippin pimpin baby I know you feelin me now This is how we do it in Chi-c-a-go