Ol' Girl lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Hook]
Girl, girl girl girl girl girl girl girl girl
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance

[Verse 1]
Dance, too much booty in the pants
Called eye contact like she knew me in the past
Ass so fat just dropped my glass
Ass so fat nigga couldn’t run it past
Latino mommy super think got no tats
Told her when she go black wont go back
Baby girl have fun don’t hold back
Cuz when you get old that booty might go flat
Educated, paid nigga and from the hood
She need a real nigga that can do something to her
Nah, she just want a nigga that stunt good
She got back but I wonder if the front good
We at the pool party, she got bikini on
Shut the whole party down, had to bring her home
She choosin’ she on me like a tattoo
And all the home girls got ass too

[Hook]
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance

Let me see you drop it, don’t stop it
Let me see you drop it, don’t stop it
Bring it up what, don’t stop
Bring it up what, don’t stop
Drop it to the floor what, don’t stop
To the floor what, don’t stop
Let me see you drop that, don’t stop yeah
Bounce that ass, don’t stop bitch

[Verse 2]
From the neck up its amazing
From the neck down eyebrow raising
She killin’ all the girls on world star
She wanna be on TV be a world star
She in VIP gettin’ it
You can hear that ass clap when she gettin’ it
How you sink like that I’m not gettin’ it
I’m in the zone thinkin’ bout hittin’ it
That ass took over the whole club
Somebody hold my drink I’m in love
I just wanna walk up to her and give it a hug
You might as well come soccer to the plug
Fuck the bullshit I’m tryna get insider her
Them high heels make them asses a little higher
Met her tonight in this club lets get married here
And when she walk this booty everywhere

[Hook]
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance
Girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, old girl got a fat ol’ ass
Yeah, and make it till that bitch just dance

Let me see you drop it, don’t stop it
Let me see you drop it, don’t stop it
Bring it up what, don’t stop
Bring it up what, don’t stop
Drop it to the floor what, don’t stop
To the floor what, don’t stop
Let me see you drop that, don’t stop yeah
Bounce that ass, don’t stop bitch

Ride 4 You lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. KiD CuDi, Far East Movement)

Yeah, you know what
You, yeah, you. You know it. You, you know it, girl!
Yeah, don't be silly, you, you know it.

I'm here, I'm here as your friend baby, I'm here for you
Here, I'm here as your friend baby. I'm here for you

Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know.

Look, I'll burn a dollar bill, I'll put my whip for sale.
Girl if we was Eskimos for you I'd kill a killer whale
I'd try to ace a test but cheat and get a C at best
I'd sling a bag of crack to Singapore and get beat to death ha
Anything to please you, feel success.
I'd go beyond the bed and bath just to relieve your stress
The realest sex, no next, delete the rest.
I'll call up DJ Khaled few voicemails so you feel the best
Look I love you but you love a lime, leaving sour face skittle trails all over my mind
My imagination never leaves me far behind.
So when you wake up from your shake up see who's down to ride 4 u

Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know

Yeah, ooh girl, don't be silly don't be stubborn, don't be spoiled rotten,
I know what you want, you've got it coming
If you can't cooperate with the laws and the vision we could be really good friends
I know I can give you what you're missing
If you listen, the littlest things are so colossal
If you could treat my world like it's gold then boo I got you
You could be my homegirl lover, ain't no other
You ain't bout to wonder, I am here, I am down for you
If you act right, you know I got you.
You my girl you got to understand my world, keep it so real, keep it girl
You and I, and anything we do, we do it fly
You my A'est boo, if you by my side then I'm gon' ride for you

Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know

It's just a simple thing, a simple thing
Baby if you hold me down, baby if you hold me down
I will give you everything, everything
You could be my roll dog, I could be your homie

It's just a simple thing, a simple thing
Baby if you hold me down, baby if you hold me down
I will give you everything, everything
You could be my roll dog, I could be your homie

My baby don't trip cause she on the grown tip
I keep her on the hush hush treat her like my home chick
You know she down to ride live her life on the edge
A million miles a minute living life no regrets

Yo her friends they be texting sometimes, but I don't
Ever give them replies cause they won't
Ever have what we have
Our conversations are crack, the little face with your laugh
You've got me fiending for that that that

Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, yeah yeah.
Tell me now we gon' ride for you, you know

Low Key lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, in the whip rolling up, I don't give a fuck
Roll through my hood, say what's up, they know I'm coming up
Niggas hating all around me, I keep the 40 tucked
Any problems with you niggas I'll just hit them killers up
We're chillin' bruh, yeah these hoes are feelin' us
You niggas got a shitty swag, that's why them bitches here with us
All black everything, clothes and my whips too
Even if I had a chili bowl with a chipped tooth
I could still pull these hoes and they would choose me
Sippin' that Patron, blowing weed until I'm woozy
Niggas in the club who I don't fuck with trying to dap me up
Who is you?
Oh, you're doing what?
Oh, that's what's up
Fuck up out my face though
Ace by the case load
Just me and my nigga Pootie Tang and 38 hoes
Chillin' up in VIP, now we're on the balcony
I hold my own, I don't depend on no one to look out for me

[Hook: x2]
Maintain, switch a couple lanes while I blow this tree
When I ride by, hope that ain't nobody notice me
Low key young nigga, yeah I'm livin' good
Low key nigga from the wild and crazy hood

[Verse 2:]
Bitch you know just what it is, coppin' whips, coppin' cribs
Young Cash baby came February twenty sixth
Extra good how we live, we ain't takin' no more L's
Shoutout to my nigga [?] gettin' bread in jail
Gotta eat, gotta be the nigga with the paper
And them brand new J's, fresh as hell, I ain't lookin' for no favors
I get mine like a G, bitch I pay the whole fee
Ain't no haggling or trying to make a bargain with me
Got that 650 IR black sittin' good
Was a broke nigga, now I get this money like I should
Got my mama ridin' Mercedez, send her money for the bills
About to cop another whip, I ain't got no record deal
My brother Cudder, he just copped a house up in them hills
Stacks on deck, now I'm trying to get these mills
For the glory, and I want it all at one time
This is real shit, there wasn't no corny punch lines

[Hook]

"Gift Raps" (2011)

The Entrance lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Hook:]
Yeah, we in this ho
Me and my niggas, we in this ho
Make room (make some room nigga) we in this ho
Bitch, bitch we in this ho
(Pour that shit up nigga)

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I'm mister young nigga that came straight outta jungle jumanji
Chillin' on St. Clair where you can find me
Escalade, pistol beside me
If you don't know me don't say hi cause I'm a be thinkin' that you tryna rob me
Round my hood niggas is grimy
Off in the cut, where you can find me
Making the room cloudy
Nigga no puff puff pass we roll them personal blunts
Gettin' this bread, all through the calendar nigga not just on the first of the month
I travel the map, lettin' these hoes know how these Cleveland niggas get down
Some ho ass niggas back at the crib
Tried to play me, look at me now
I got yo bitch, never pick up the phone unless I'm in town
She stalkin' me, doing her research tryna find out when I'm comin' around
These hoes just wanna be seen, I'm not gon' showcase you, I'll pass
Louie Vuitton, DC bag, Dior's hangin' off my ass

[Hook:]
Yeah, we in this ho
Me and my niggas, we in this how
Make room (make some room nigga) we in this ho
Bitch, bitch we in this ho
Travel all across the map (SLAB ENT nigga)
A-ask about Chip they gon' say 'oh yeah I'm feelin' that'
(Pour that shit up nigga)
We in this ho, we in this ho
A-ask about Chip they gon' say 'oh yeah I'm feelin' that'

[Verse 2:]
I let my pants sag to let the whole world know I'm is a nigga
And if you disrespect me then I'm gon' fuck this bitch up
I'm fre$h than a motherfucker everyday workin' tryna get my shit right
Tryin' to maintain in this cold world is like heel toein' on thin ice
Lightin' up non-stop THC, focus on more dollars
So much stress in my life there's a whole nother world of problems
Been a young G my whole life so many of these niggas can't stop me
Lotta these niggas is bitch made, I'm what you can't copy
I'm so cold these hoes know
In the club blowin' smoke
Gettin' chose not choosin'
Niggas in here straight losin'
Me and my niggas just touched down
Now we in here scorin'
Make some room for these hoes yo
Keep that Rosé pourin' we good

[Hook]

Light One Up lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Talking: Chip]
How many we got rolled up?
That's not enough... niggas
... Chip

[Verse 1:]
Forever I'll be F-R-E-$-H
Chillin' up in iHop with the country fried steak
Super smooth Kenny G and these raps be the sack
Shined up with the wax, bet them panties gone collapse
She just wanna hang out, I'm just tryna ugh
Such a Nutty Professor but bitch I'm Buddy Love
Rollin' up this eggplant, said it and I meant that
LA to the Chi now I'm 'bout to head back
Cleveland is the city and they fuckin' with me
A lot of niggas comin' up can't say the same ya feel me
Day to day coolin', sickest with the J's, F-R-E-$-H
Reppin' so plentiful
Bitches so difficult
Here we go mandatory time-wastin' sippin' slow
Chillin' doe, she rollin' up
Hella shrimp, Bubba Gump
She mumbled up a great plan 'I can roll the weed up'

[Hook:]
Light one up, pass it... and hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it... we ain't trippin', we good, fantastic [x3]

[Verse 2:]
Before you hit the fast lane, you gots to yield onto the e-way
Even if you gots the fastest Porsche or Lamborghin-ay
Young boss niggas mean you gots to do what we say
When you was our age wasn't no iTunes or eBay
Only thing old heads know is old bread
New money on the mic boy drop that fo'head
And pick it back up, now repeat that, and let them feet tap
Let ya body language shout out and gimme some feedback
I need that to keep the vibe up, let me remind ya, we live
Nigga ain't nobody gave me a dollar
I fuckin' earned it
Makin' hoes regret that they let me hit that
And these weed brownies'll blow ya shit back
Mind-controllin', time is slow when I be blowin'
I be zonin', I be floatin' hoping I could make some kinda dough
Some time ago I figured out what life about, received the knowledge
Made up my mind to stay on this grind and because of it I won't be needing no college
Lest they request the presence of a young G
Peace to all the girls that don't be shy when they come see
The coldest, now hands up over them shoulders
The boldest, the plan is to murder you phonies
Been rhymin' since junior high rockin' Saucony's
Now it's L and V's from head to toe on you jabronies
My nigga we own this
Midwest dream on shit
Gettin' paid forever while we zonin' now roll it

[Hook:]
Light one up, pass it... and hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it... we ain't trippin', we good, fantastic [x3]

Life lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]
Yeah, ambitions of a nigga tryna see a better life
And everything I do I take my time and do it right
No felonies no kids I'm 23 how did I pass?
Ain't proud of shit I did I ain't get caught but that's my past
A grown man lives with decisions that he makes
Lay low watch out for schemin' hoes who try to get this cake
And watch out for these groupie niggas, they be Hella fake
Slowin' down this rap so you can soak up what I say
But lettin these niggas know Cleveland is back on the map and you niggas can't stop it
My shit is so undeniable niggas can't hate me cause they will look awkward
Fuckin' stick out like a sore thumb
Me and three bitches a foursome
Fuck it let's have some more fun
Hoes all up on the tour bus
Livin my dream you niggas is still tryna figure it out
The problem in my hood is flood not drought
Taking full advantage of these opportunities in life
Yeah I hear your plans but you gotta do that shit iight!

[Hook 1:]
This shit'll probably never be the same again [x4]
This shit'll probably nevaaaaa [x2]
This shit'll probably never be the same again [x2]

[Hook 2: Chip Tha Ripper]
Every corner blowin' never know my next move
Ridin' smokin' thinkin' bout some shit I got to do
Life, mothafuckin' life
And I ain't never see none of this shit coming, did you?
Just tryna get my niggas on the same shit too
Life mothafuckin' life

[Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper]
Yeah, just copped my mama a Mercedes Benz
Don't ever let a nigga tell you chip ain't got no ends
Searching for, peace within and not no extra friends
These raps will make you feel like I'm your homie next to Kin
So familiar, so mothafuckin' real
My niggas who gettin this paper watch out for the haters who grip on the wheel
Was brought up by only the realest the killas and dealas and taught by the best
I don't need nothing that you got to offer my nigga I'm set
Take a wift of this aroma smoke'll put you in a coma
Make it more than all my teachers I told them keep that diploma
Don't need it motherfuckers watch how quick I get this paper
A lot of niggas claim they great but we know chip is greater
And they less than what I was way back in the day
Listen up close bitch soak up what I say:
Taking full advantage of these opportunities in life
Yeah I hear your plans but you gotta do that shit iight!

[Hook 1:]
This shit'll probably never be the same again [x4]
This shit'll probably nevaaaaa [x2]
This shit'll probably never be the same again [x2]

[Hook 2: Chip Tha Ripper]
Every corner blowin' never know my next move
Ridin' smokin' thinkin bout some shit I got to do
Life, mothafuckin' life
And I ain't never see none of this shit coming, did you?
Just tryna get my niggas on the same shit too
Life mothafuckin' life

Jumanji lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
I keep it super cool, I don't fuck with these niggas
Compare that shit to 99' you see the big difference
These niggas is some bitches, that's just how I feel
You say you cut from a different cloth well bitch I cut from steel
Make a phone call get you tough niggas killed
Niggas hatin on the net when I know where they live
Got a big list of some hungry hood niggas
Send em to yo house while I'm out of town chillin
Cavs took an L and the browns ain't winnin
The whole city biddin, ain't not a soul grinnin
On top of that niggas still gettin shot down
Total anarchy ain't to far fetched now
The city where the sun always hides behind them clouds
Winter time ain't no love in this whole fucking town
Don't drive to fast on St. Clair slow down
Get yo kids in the house it's about to go down

[Chorus 1:]
Yeah, roll the window down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothin (Hey come on this nigga crazy)
Roll the window down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothin (Ayo come on this nigga crazy)
Rollin the window down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothing... Jumanji...

[Verse 2:]
Well if it goes down, while I'm on this earth very promptly
And everyday I'm watchin out for niggas tryna hunt me
For what I got, bare necessitys, clothes
Food, a home niggas don't got those
Shit is fucked up, I stay with my uzi book back
Fully clips you can't do nothin to me
I grabbed this vest off this dead cop I saw layin on east 9th
All black escalade you know I ain't think twice
Took that me and my crew some niggas that we knew
They survived, either get a gun or you through
Either you lucky or not so lucky, one of the two
If you normally shine then niggas is comin for you
Imagine familar faces demandin yo last shit
Pistol to yo upper lipp and yup he might blast it
Drastic, this shit is book of eligh
God bless the earth, please don't let me die

[Chorus 2:]
Tonight when I roll the windows down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothin (Hey come on this nigga crazy)
Roll the window down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothin (Hey yo this nigga crazy)
Roll the window down and get the bustin
I don't give a fuck about too much of nothin... Jumanji

Plural lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Gift Raps
Yeah

[Hook:]
Uh two going at once, I like my girls like I like my blunts (simultaneous)
And that's two going at once
Yeah, we good, you know, we chilling

[Verse 1:]
Check
Headed to the beach, me and two pretty girls from the East
Ice in the cooler with Patrone and 'Rossi
Mix em up, we call it Patrossi
Please cover up the eyes on all us, it's a nice day we should be cooling by some water
Sipping, smoking, conversating bout what we be thinking bout
I tell them shorties not to believe all of the shit they read about
Fresh out of college, they peoples got dollars
They amazed by my I'll street knowledge, I forewarn them
About the other world they never saw
They pretty asses had no idea
They both had often told me stories, about childhood, good living
I could relate now but coming up I wasn't winning
We chilling about to get fried
Flat screen in my T.P Miami Ocean Drive

[Hook:]
Two going at once, I like my girls like I like my blunts (whenever, however)
And that's two going at once, two going at once (whenever, wherever)
Two going at once, I like my girls like I like my blunts (whenever, wherever)
And that's two going at once (yeah), two going at once

[Verse 2:]
Uh
They both roll nice, light em both up, take flight
Hell naw I ain't getting in that water, they both got bikinis on ass OH MY God uh
They both ran off, I watched from afar
They kind of touchy-feely, on each other underwater
But that water much clear so I can see all that
Should take em up to the 'telly be a part of all that
But we do that, yeah that so I'm gon fall back
Light one up not on my mind so what you call that
Mo' girls arrive, to my surprise
They had a bag of 'shrooms and kush and didn't bring no guys
Here we go, get ready good thoughts and flat colors
Everything dance with the music I love it
We in abundance, I'm the man I suppose
Headed to the suite to wash all the sand out my toes
And they coming too

[Hook:]
Two going at once, I like my girls like I like my blunts (whenever, however)
And that's two going at once, two going at once (whenever, wherever)
Two going at once, I like my girls like I like my blunts (whenever, wherever)
And that's two going at once (yeah), two going at once

UnderDogs lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Intro/Outro:]
Them nigga who was popping
Just ain't got it no mo
The UnderDogs done stole the show

[Hook:]
I'm fresh off the bench, in the game
I'm bout to shit on these niggas and leave a stain
Make sure they know what's up
Make sure they know my name
The times done changed, shit ain't the same

[Verse 1:]
The nigga with too many odds against still prevails
Dog I had bad luck since I was twelve
It's about time that shit starts to wear off
I'm on deck
If you ain't hip to Chip
Well dog that's your loss, I'm all set
When we get high, we do it to survive
Not to seem cool, gotta massage the mind
I'm not tryna play y'all game
I go by my own rules
Effortless and extra fresh
You had your time, you old news
If magazines don't write about Chip
They showing how out of the loop they is
They dumbasses, but masses
Don't wanna here all that stupid shit
People decide who the shit
I really do this shit
If you thought I was a freshman
Then you must never been to my crib
We living it up, but they say life not fair
Gs in my hood
Spent they whole life right there
Meanwhile we in Amsterdam
Cannabis Cup, We vaporizing
Passport stamped up
Hope your brain is synchronizing

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
We road tripping in that Benz
Bumping that Big L shit
So many blunts is already rolled
And so many blunts is already lit
Word
I got no Ls and no insurance
And there go the police
Damn, looks like they coming for us
Life is tough I got endurance
No complaints from me at all
I just rode the bench
And kept it humble
Now I gotta ball
I'm a modern day Jim Brown
Touchdown for six points
Post game celebration
Then I make my dick point
At yo bitch, then insert
Then she scream, Then she squirt
Then she dip, and she bout to be
Two hours late from work
I don't pay these hoes, of course
No emotion, no remorse
Cause if I wasn't doing this
Then my life would be way much worse
No hoes, no clothes, no cars, no shows
Used to work at Taco Bell
Got my first check, and then I quit
And told them go to hell
Spazmatic, Assmatic
Fuck you I could do no wrong
Where them hoes, pack the bongs
Let this real shit live on

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Yo them niggas who was cool
Just ain't cool no mo
The UnderDogs done stole the show
My niggas copped the fully loaded Porsche truck for the low
That shit was like copping a pair of tennis shoes
We could go
I got that crib on the lake
Red leather couches
Everything recline
And we ain't got no roaches
I'm moving on up, them girls wanna fuck
They way we living you would probably think I made this up
Bitch I'm off in the cut
I don't say too much
I observe, puff the herb
I'm not giving a fuck
Bout what you got to say
Cause we live up everyday
You niggas tryna keep in touch
I think that shit is gay
Study yourself
Get your own
Be the realest
Live by logic and reasons
And not by emotions and feelings
Vaporizer we get high
Pretty close to them ceilings
I'm forty-foot ceilings
I'm tryna make a killing

[Hook]

[Intro/Outro]

"Independence Day" (2010)

Here I Am lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Aight look.

Soon to be the nigga on whatever
Drunk bullshittin, gettin nough chedder,
Eatin good. Little feather weight,
Alaskan crab legs on plates while I say grace
And unravel the napkin.
Bon appetite ya little bitch. Why you snackin?
That and life is just a phase,
So I puff the I'll till I got a hi-top fade.
I be all over the map. Rap. I'm everywhere.
Long as I got some hotel fare, hell yea I'm there.
Turnpikes. We burn right and cloud surf.
Bring me another ginger ale now, jerk.
Is what some stuartists might testify. Oh this the guy
Is what I've always heard. This shit ain't nuthin new.
I'm classified amongst niggas who do this beautiful music.
He be spewin, representin, have you movin through ruins.
Niggas is foolish. Middle man is out here scoopin that new shit.
I rise above it. Niggas talkin, but really jivein? They nuthin.
Gotta be fuckin kiddin me. Is you serious? Niggas crazy.
Only one life to live and I ain't signin up for no slavery.
Niggas gotten mistakin. Theys burnin, constantly bakin.
My brain got me thinkin bout slowin down on that drinkin.
My life long story told.
Everything that glitters ain't gold.
This shit'll grab you by your ankles when you try to run so you can't go.
Contracts. Beyond that and case closed.
Won't sign shit. We poppin with many options.
We smoke and be poppin while you ponder
Bout life and your next move and transaction.
He is a man, only if that man stackin.
I'm doin sumthin. You can if you part of the new heights.
New endevers, new levels, new days, new nights.
Survival of the fittest. I'm a livin witness straight out the jungle.
I just lost all my niggas.
Man this shit is gettin outta hand. Must be part of Gods plan.
Destroy and rebuild. That's why he put me on land.

So here I am. Can't stop me on his arm, Jesus on his neck, ain't nobody harm. He don't rock a charm.
Here I am. Can't stop me on his arm, Jesus on his neck, ain't nobody harm. He don't rock a charm.
Here I am. Can't stop me on his arm, Jesus on his neck, ain't nobody harm. He don't rock a charm.
Here I am. Niggas. Here I am

4 Eva lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Forever like...
The first time I heard Big L speak
And Biggie Smalls did a song with some niggas from street
That's when I knew it was possible
Now what I got to do?
Fuck it I'm just gonna do everything that they told me not to do
Cause I ain't got a clue
All I got is Duke
And a whole city behind me who the fuck is you?
No slack from niggas that's how they come up
In my hood they shoot so much we don't even duck. for what?
Fitted king they be like damn he to clean
My city is shawshank and I'm andy dufrain my mane
Cause once you think I'm sleeping I'm grinding
I swear I hit the turnpike like every week to go find it
Some say the kid ahead of his time
But the only thing popping is birettas and nines
In the city where niggas slit wrists? and stay rich
Nigga might have it on him but I bet he won't say shit
The realest...

"The Cleveland Show" (2009)

Movie lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Dog my life is like movie
All in cars and places we are
All my girls look like dem girls off in the movies, movies
Jammed pack with action
I swear my niggaz be packin them chopperz that you be seein in the movies, movies
We do not pretend to be in the streets
It's a documentary
My life like a movie, movie
Dog my life is like a movie, movie...

Volcano vaporizer we higher
Dumb fresh, plus we kickz it like hi-yah
Call some ladies that's finer than Mya
With some ass, don't bein inviting them fuckin flat tire assholes who wanna role cause ain't nobody flyer
Tv screen, computer screen word of mouth with the flyer
Fire another language, sound just like English
If you niggaz is hot then call me MC extinguish
And my fit be the meanest and my whip be the cleanest
Told these hoes that a rubber is the only between this penis
Yeah I got plenty of it, no you like it, no you love it
She catch amnesia in public
She be like, naw we just friendz
I be gone in the wind
Sour diesel got a nigga dozeing off again
My real life is like paid in full
I'm jus a modern day ace for ya'll

Dog my life is like movie
All in cars and places we are
All my girls look like dem girls off in the movies, movies
Jammed pack with action
I swear my niggaz be packin them chopperz that you be seein in the movies, movies
We do not pretend to be in the streets
It's a documentary
My life like a movie, movie
Dog my life is like a movie, movie...

Check, St Claire state of mind when I'm on this grind
Real recognize real I seen myself a couple times
Baby why me, I'm prolly gon be a asshole
She don't care, she just wanna pose when the flash goes
Jag, Royal Royce, Lambo's, Assin Loadest, focus
And just try to be the dopest
Blue magic pouring out of my pours
Tounge full of fungis spores
The front row subject to my illness and more
Chillin on tours just to get the music further
I'm treadin water
Tryna stay afloat but I don't have a boat
And don't need one
I'm thee one
I'm what you niggaz sleeping on
Cudi was one of the only to hold me down so we dreaming on
Pretty good unfold the poster
I'm doin the can't stop hand to my mouth talkn bout blowing doughja
To the the world
All 7 continents got the shit
Realest niggaz here and we shining all over your counter (pidz)

Dog my life is like movie
All in cars and places we are
All my girls look like dem girls off in the movies, movies
Jammed pack with action
I swear my niggaz be packin them chopperz that you be seein in the movies, movies
We do not pretend to be in the streets
It's a documentary
My life like a movie, movie
Dog my life is like a movie, movie...