Rap 4 Sale lyrics - Chip tha Ripper

I know I make you niggaz mad.
You better git glad like the bags yo.
I'm taken out the trash, You niggaz just splash.
I great lake the swag, Sour diesel with the hash. (Sky high nigga)
I'm like the needle in the glass.
Keep the windows tinted they can't see 'em when he pass.
Cause, All of the sudden now them ho's just spazz.
Why?, I don't know it ain't like I rush cash.
To them fine ass intricate women that I be hangin with.
They all think I be gamein ho's an slangin dick.
Only thing on my mind, Money n makin hits.
So many cornballs on my balls I can't take a shit. (DAMN!)
Why don't you git the fuck off.
Ain't none of you niggaz pitchin or offerin.
You can only be 20 somethin for 10 years.
An young niggaz gittin that bread, We in here.
Give it up,

Make way for this.
You lucky motherfuckas I should make you pay for this.
But na I'm good cause I stay with other ways ta eat.
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Shit crazy, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Come pay me, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.

Now my hustle is relentless, That sour diesel endless.
Wuch you know bout showin loyalty in business.
So you won't be livin in the past.
Consider this shit the cash when you listenin to these raps.
I got style nigga I don't need a stylist.
Less you got a lil waist an ass like a cows is.
Them crazy ladies be houndin.
I beat the pussy up till they through the towel in.
I be fitted but some people call it stylin.
I'm to the basket, These niggaz keep foulin.
And 1 ya punk bitch.
Can stop me then you know you can't fuck with the young nigga cudi.
Why he ignorin us, Cudi tell these ho ass niggaz we gloryus.
Aw naw he done gone hollywood on us.
Got dam right.
Broke bitch now stay from round us.

Make way for this.
You lucky motherfuckas I should make you pay for this.
But na I'm good cause I stay with other ways ta eat.
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Shit crazy, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Come pay me, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.

Make way for this.
You lucky motherfuckas I should make you pay for this.
But na I'm good cause I stay with other ways ta eat.
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Shit crazy, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.
(Come pay me, Baby)
I got rap 4 sale an amazin treat.

Mansion lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

(This some real shit)
Uhh, Drift off, to a place you wanna be

I, I, I wanna go back to my mansion
Not the one in Cleveland,
The one in the Hamptons
You take the lamb,
I'm takin the phantom
My girls got some friends
And she want me to grab'em
Yea, I keep the new Porsche present,
Where da hoes at, and why they not dancing
Had an asthma attack in that trailer
Down south where I was at,
And I ain't wake up gaspin

Matter fact, I ain't wake up for a few days
IV's had them mufuckas in two veins
And momma ain't know what to do
Middle of the night
Baby boy laid out on the couch not breathin
Momma started screamin
She ran to to the phone
But when she dialed 9/11 all she hear was the tone
Cus we was in a small town called Ideal
Where the people had to call on God for the heal
Meanwhile here I am half dead on the couch
Momma ran out bangin on everybody house
Less than a minute late mamma was back
With T, he had the truck, he toss me off in the back.
If momma ain't wake up, then I wouldn't've woke up
And Cleveland wouldn't have a reason to get it's hopes up
Slipped into a Coma back to my fantasy
Back to all the beautiful bitches attackin me
Back to sippin them dacharies
A couple of hoes feelin me
And two bitches just laid up butt naked up on the canopy
Back to the Lamborghinis and the Buggatis
And enough of that Benihana's, bet I could do karate
And, back to my Mansion like you promised me
I can see my grandma and she proud of me
On the strees of gold you can't stop me,
Please doctor don't shock me,
I don't wanna...

Check Please lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

I just

I just want to be, Fly.
And pay no mind to these niggas comin' up to me askin' me about mine.
That's why, I keep the louis frames on my nose
And, I, keep that polo man on my clothes.
If I was dead and they recollected
Why he don't rock a necklace but fresher than you expected
Damn, why is you askin' him all these questions?
Can't he chill for a second?
Naw, he'll get your message, on myspace.
Get your little jimmy neutron head ass out of my face
Unless you got cake
And you tryna put it in my H-
A- N- D
If not, gimme dap, say hey, then leave
Or neither one of them options
I'm from where you say hello, the just look at you, keep walkin'
Somebody call for my valet parkin'
Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in
Cleveland.

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in cleveland.

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in cleveland.

2 gun clips, 216

A nigga be fresh
Ahead of the rest
But nevertheless
I'm dealin' with stress

Cause niggas is phony
Fuck' a new homie
Rather be lonely
Niggas can't slow me
Down

Or stop me
Me and my posse
Keepin' it humble
We never stumble

I'm from the jungle
No they don't jump you
They'd rather kill you
Nah we don't feel you

Fuck an emotion, niggas is broke
With nothin' to lose except they freedom
Takin' they chances
Lookin' for answers
Look in they pockets, yeah, we gon need em
90 percent of these rappers is whack and out here in Cleveland we don't believe em.

Bein' real is like a talent, most don't have, they never had it
We been had it, reefer addicts
SLAB E.N.T, where dreams can happen

DAMN

Daydreamin' this whole verse
Sittin' here at this restaurant
Now I'm full, waiter comes up and asks
"Is anything else you want"

Just respect, just the check,
Please
Now we leavin'
Gave the waiter a tip
I wrote stay out of the dark in Cleveland

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in Cleveland.

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in Cleveland.

"Money" (2007)

Catch Tha Beat lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Uh chip the... ripper
You hear the crickets n the beat
Rockwoller crazy

Ok good evenin everyone and welcome to the track
That u prolly downloaded from your pc or your mac
Yes I'm the main topic n the barbershop chat
Now you can call me chip or you can call me crack
I'm n n the comfy condo with every one of your ladies
Now say hi gurls... shh ok how bout some silence
Let's see if I can focus while these gurlies tickle my privates YES
Baby I'm the ripper
Baby I'm a winner
Thick gurls are freaks but she say shes a beginner
I put you on a diet if you tryna get thinner
Babies for breakfast babies for dinner
I grip the damn grain til my hand get splinters
I control the ball before the snap jus like the centers
But this ain't football cause if it waz then ya bitch would be the wide reciever
Crawlin on the rug and
I would be the quaterback telling her to go long and
She will catch the touchdown pass above her thong
Sumthing must be wrong wat is going on
Everybodies t-shirts is still to damn long
And that waz cool a couple years ago but now it's different
I don't pay for the jeans I jus pay true religion
And ofcourse the man on my shirts riding a horse
And I wear so much DC they should indorse
Live life denim
I live life in'em
Wear so much live mechanics people asked did I invent'em
People tend to forget where I'm from here and there
Cause I'm on Sax Fifth Avenue more than I'm on the clair
And if you owe me a dolla you on death row
Dat .45 hurt the swellen like strept throat
Fuck a lady get the money sip the liquor
Cause bitches ain't shit mother nature waz a stripper

Now watch me catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha
Now watch me catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha
Now watch me catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha
Now watch me catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha
Catch the beat haha

I'm Fitted lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Intro:]
Uh, Yeah
Chip tha Ripper
(I'm Fresh)
I'm so fresh it's crazy right now
JP I think he did it on this one
This what I tell em

[Hook: x2]
I'm fitted, I'm fitted, I'm fitted, I'm fitted
(Fresh)

[Verse:]
I dun swong out my swang
Slab ain't no game
But Everybody Know my name
Diamonds on my piece and chain
(Uh)
Had the game locked up from Cleveland to Lagrange
Money got that bitch sewed up from L.A. to Maine
Ain't gon' jump off this train got money in my pocket
The bank called and asked when you gone make a deposit
You think I'm fresh to death now you should see my closet
You see my house you'll say I lost it got Moet coming out the faucet
Everything's real fake clothes that's a no-no
When I hit the mall hoes run up taking photos
Used to be bonk I was broke I was dolo
In a champagne swimming pool with Marco and Polo
And these dudes want promo, nigga this how we do
Red Monkey Bathing Apes somebody call the damn zoo
God bless me I didn't have to achoo
I'm gone blow I got dough nigga how about you
I step out (I'm fitted)
Ain't no doubt (I'm fitted)
Check my fit (I'm fitted)
Polo tee (I'm fitted)
Look at my jeans (I'm fitted)
Goddammit I'm clean (I'm fitted)
Where in the world did he get it (I'm fitted)
Just admit it (I'm fitted)

[Hook]

I'm a fly young nigga (ugh) don't you forget it
Put some money on a mountain top I'm a go get it

Supa Swag Man lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Big Duke)

My chevorlet be bangin bangin
Dubs in tha trunk with tha doors wide
Screens glow so bright
Chromes shinin when tha 4's glide
Windows tinted so I, Blow my, Oh my
Bubblegum kush I'm so high
Slab up that is all
We shall never stag or fall
Super Sayan man so please stay off my Dragonballz
All about a stack G
24's run like track meet
You can keep King Kong in yo trunk cause I got Godzilla in the backseat
ROOF
Big dog shit, Jungle in my Closet
Red Monkeys pissed off cause the Bathing Apes keep startin shit
Runnin ma city like I'm run yo block
Run up on me & tha gun go POP
Ran through tha red light in my drop
Big money so never runnin from tha cops
Put niggaz on in tha hood so when I'm sleep I still get money of Klutz
Got a couple Puerto Rican hoez in tha west side
Everytime I come they toss me bucks
I got niggaz everywhere so tha paint job really ain't cost me much
Black on Black with tha 20 inch Sways
Same car as them niggas Starsky & Hutch

[Hook: x2]
Supa Swag Man
Supa Swag Man
Supa Swag Man
S-Supa Swag Man
Supa Swag Man
Supa Swag Man
Supa Swag Man
Call Me Supa Swag Man

Check my fit I'm so clean ho
9 in m Phee Coat
I feel like a million bucks or should I say 25 Kilos
What u mad at me 4
The whole world think we zeros
I'm showin these niggaz how 2 really get money
You should call me tha C-Town Hero
Gettin all dis money what tha fuck I need tha Beef 4
But everyone of ma niggaz b strapped
Fuck around we put u 2 sleep hoe
Gotta little fetish 4 Puerto Rican hoez or I'll jus go 2 Puerto Rico
Look up in tha sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, oh no wait that's a G4
It's obvious I'm on some other shit take a look
How can me & u b on tha same page if I'm in a different book
Look at ma Fit
Look at ma Bitch
Look at ma Regal 76
Look at ma dick it must b long cause when I'm gone they on ma tip
Like Swag up, Slab up, Cash up, we got dough
Land Rover, Range man best believe we got 4
If I was u I'd hate me 2 cause yo baby mama think I'm hot tho
Maybe cause w e young, black trendsetters who got dough

[Hook: x2]
Supa Swag Man
Supa Swag Man
Supa Swag Man
S-Supa Swag Man
Supa Swag Man
Supa Swag Man
Supa Swag Man
Call Me Supa Swag Man

That Spot lyrics - Chip tha Ripper

Baby girl 5'6
Fine
Thick
She had to be like a size 5 or 6
I met her at da mall rite in front of footlocker
My nigga bet me 20 I could'ntget her so I
Walked in like I was bout to buy somthin n got to lookin around like I could'ntfind nothin
She walked back in got to lookin at her ass
Den I asked if she had dees in 11 n a half
She was like ooh baby I don't work here
Den I put da shoe bak n I said I new dat
She smiled and got to walkin to da door
But I could'ntlet her go so I walked to tha door to
Den I said come on my niggas let's go
Pretty girls ain't givin out dey #'s no more
Den I turned around looked at her n she laughed again
Tapped me on da shoulder
N she asked if I had a pen
I said yea deres one in back a my trio
She pulled out her razor I said
I'll traid ya!
Her screen saver said niggas ain't shit
Dats funny cause mine said money over a bitch
I said I'll call ya
She u betta
Collected 20 $ from my nigga
Den later on got her on da phone like wait til get cha
She like what makes u so special?

[Chorus: x4]
I no where dat spot at girl...

24hours lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

If I had 24 hours to live.
Id wake up at 5 in the mornin and take me a piss.
Open the closet and snatch me a fit, smoke a stick.
An witch ever bitch I woke up with, tell her get out.
Den hop in the dodge and leave the house.
I got 7 bombs that's hooked up in the house.
Pulled out the remote, hit the button, blew up the house.
So tell the Orkin man it's cool, I killed the mouse.
Now it's only 5: 30 niggaz still sleepin.
In the whip I'm creapin an got 4 12's beatin.
An 15 speakers on both sides ridin with the doors wide.
Lettin out the 4 5 waken all the neighbors up.
Ridin on the side walk all on ya front lawn Captain in the skylark.
Ridin round with a half of that hydro weed.
Lookin for all them rappers who made songs bout me.
Creep slow got one bow bow die bitch.
Took his pinky ring and his chain dis my shit.
Pull around the corner saw two more put the peddle to the floor.
Blew them niggaz out the road damn now I got blood all on my windshield.
It's my last day so u no it's gone get real real ugly.
Streets gone love me if u ever hated u will not sleep comfortably.
Ridin round lookin for them niggaz who jumped me.
When I was in da 5th grade now I gotta switch blade.
Now I got a mack and a 9 caught dem on the corner blew them fuckers out day mind.
Shut the fuck up with that cryin.
Went back to where I went to school at chained up all the doors from the outside and lit a match.
Poof security guards, teaches and staff now see a new meanin of kiss my ass.
Den ride by that muthafucka and laugh.
As the police have a difficult time doing the math.
Shit fuck one pop 3 a them pills.
Ridin round lookin for a Lamborghini to steal.
I no it's a Lamborghini but still don't give a fuck.
Drove to the marathon filled it up ain't spend a buck.
Den zoom out that muthafucka laughin.
If dey want some trouble I'm a give 'em what they askin.
Poppin shit errywhere niggaz gone feel chip.
If not dis glock make em not feel shit.
Real quick.
Run up in that convenient store with a pump they never seen b4.
Lights out boom.
Steal a fly car click clack my car.
Told the bitch see ya tomorrow but I lied to her.
Cause I'm gone won't be long Wheres my herb wheres my bong.
Gettin high it's only rite that I jump off the VP buildin as if I can fly.
I'm in the middle of the air fuckin dis bitch that I just kidnapped one last nut splat.

I Run My City lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Chorus:]
Ain't no ain't nobody fuckin with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell em what my name is
Chip tha ripper chip chip tha ripper
Chip tha ripper chip chip tha ripper

[Verse 1:]
I'm a wreckin cappin money stackin
Pistol packin son of a bitch
I'm throwed I'm so throwed in the club
And I got my gun in this btich
Niggas be hatin talkin shit
But I don't get mad and throw no fits
I'm a let my gun do like the tip of my dick
Everytime I'm with yo bitch
Blast off cock boom
Bar b que sauce all over the streets
Pieces of of u everywhere
U almost as famous as me
Yeah I know u like my whip
But leave it at that cause I ain't no punk
Got a diamond in the back
And a sunroof top
Everytime I cock my glock I dunk
Forty five in my shotgun pump
Blow u out yo god damn socks nigga
I don't give a fuck u ain't heard about me
I'm a muthafuckin ox nigga
Flyer than a muthafucka hoes come and get me
I stepped out in my gator boots
And crocidile dundee tried to trip me
I don't play with these haters
I let em off until they empty
I bring kibbles and bits to the hood
So tell them pitbulls come and sick me
All it takes is one pound to the crown
And you lose no matter what game u playin
U can't beat the boss

[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no ain't nobody fuckin with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell em what my name is
Chip tha ripper chip chip tha ripper
Chip tha ripper chip chip tha ripper

[Verse 2:]
I'm a get my dough I'm a get my bread
Hundred dolla bills are worth
Alot more than yo head
What u wanna do
I got money in the bank
Tryna play battleship with chip tha rip
Yo ship will sank
I sip purple drank I blow purple dank
Twenty eights on a hummer truck
Will make it look like army paint
Hold up hold up stop hold up stop
My mind is blank
That hydro got my mind blown I can't think
Now are them 28s on that lil chevorlet
Or am I trippin
My car sits up to high
How the hell are we gonna get in
If it wasn't 24s and up
Then it wasn't chip then
Doors go outter or up up in the air I lift them
The wood in the middle of the christmas tree
Is what is what I'm grippin
Clear finger nail polish is what my car got dipped in
Nuts colored golden brown so I'm sittin in chicken
The outside of my whip is the color of tea
So I'm sittin in lipton

[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no ain't nobody fuckin with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell em what my name is
Chip tha ripper chip chip tha ripper
Chip tha ripper chip chip tha ripper

S.L.A.B. lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Intro:]
Prettyboy Floyd
Got my nigga Chip tha Rip in the Office
I ain't got nothing else to say
Let's get it poppin'
This is exclusive right here
Street Starz radio

[Chip Tha Ripper:]
Yeah Chip tha Ripper
S.L.A.B
You already know who it is
Yeah uh now baby I'm the ripper
Your baby daddy's worst nightmare
Catch me by the Clair
I'll be right there
Niggas copy everything we say
Louie frames, eyes lower than my G.P.A
Riding and swerving
Kush I'm blown
Doors wide my trunk bump like Eddy Road
I don't cake hoes, I never tip the stripper
I'm rich bitch but you can call me Cheap the Ripper
Shell toes, yes. P.R.P.S
There's a man riding a horse on top of my chest
Polo fresh, I am ze man
I be slam dunking Tanqueray shots with LeBron
I told niggas keep it Carmelo, okay
Rolled past Dave told him hello and hey
Me and Cash in something holy on 23's ho
Back window says "Mama Mel Bicho"

Skateboarders grind, I grind too
That's why you can catch me in D.C. shoes
I quit the team but believe I'm ballin'
Want a verse? Put up a stack or quit callin'
30's on my Chevrolet call me super duper
Garage like roots I got more whips than Kunta
Riviera sitting on the Bulls' best hoopa
Y'all still riding 20's? Y'all some oompa loompas
Doors swang on niggas that got bad behavior
My four 15's woke up the neighbors
Interior crocodile alligator
I drive a Chevrolet movie theater

100 Dolla lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

They call me chip tha rip
I got somethin big on my hip my hip
Hoes get off my dick dick dick dick
Now dip o shit I forgot to tell you SLAB in this bitch this bitch
You should already know that
Dream team I'm gonna show you niggas how we do
Polo ev zues paid 700 for the jeans boo
Karate chop the top off that chevy caprice
To bring that breeze through
Not a skateboarder but I wear DC shoes
Why? cause I'm on the grind sippin that hen til the bottle gone
I tell hoes I'm broke but really I'm a walkin bank take out a loan
I'm outa town makin that dough but
When I get home I'm gonan make yo bitch hit high notes you can't hit with a xylophone
Ya'll niggas is hollerin
Ya'll really don't need to packs
200, 000 grams ya'll wouldn't know what to do with that
I'm gon hussle till I got 100 dolla bills hangin outa my booty crack
Ha how cool is that

I'm a get my dough
I'm a get my bread
100 dolla bills are worth a lot more than your head
I'm a get my dough
I'm a get my bread
100 dolla bills are worth a lot more than your head
I'm a get my dough
I'm a get my bread
100 dolla bills are worth a lot more than your head
I'm a get my dough
I'm a get my bread
100 dolla bills are worth a lot more than your head

I'm gon get that dough
I'm a do whateva I have to do
I'm tryin to get back home
I'm from stump a motha fucka out avenue
Better known as st claire
Want me come get me
I'll let em off till the whole thing empty
You can believe it or not like ripley
I give a nigga fifty so don't temp me
Big body mazzarati
It do a little bit more than 160
Whoop outa all the niggas dat do dis shit my city pinkney
Yeah this rap shits cool but I shoot a nigga before I let a nigga dick me
Strong man iron man yeah I am the nigga that can lift up 800, 000 grams with one hand
Got matchin dolce and gabbana lotes papas
So if you one a dem niggas that's hatin
For some reason I can't see it

I'm a get my dough
I'm a get my bread
100 dolla bills are worth a lot more than your head
I'm a get my dough
I'm a get my bread
100 dolla bills are worth a lot more than your head
I'm a get my dough
I'm a get my bread
100 dolla bills are worth a lot more than your head
I'm a get my dough
I'm a get my bread
100 dolla bills are worth a lot more than your head

Keep On Pushin lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
Yuh, ay kickdrums
Look ay bitch I'm from the slab
Ay strap on my lap I'm slidin down the block
I'm a get dough it ain't neva gon stop
Hoes see the chrome 4's and they follow, got my rims from the chrome big and tall sto
(Keep on pushin)
Pushin' what? candy cheverolet
Got a sweet tooth, I eat candy everyday
Pocket full of hundreds, I'm a run it where I stay
Bitch I'm from the slab, it can't be no other way
Up under my feet is where I stash that k
Get that half
Tryna get cash like ray
Hoes gon swang, and my trunk gon bang
Jollyrancher drippin' off the frame
(Keep on pushin)
Pushin what? candy golden cutless
Gotta about 10 12's makin' all that ruckus
I'm a let my trunk bump 'till I get a ticket
Candy paint look so delicious
Bitches just run up and lick it

[Hook:]
Dishin' out that work
When I when I chirp chirp
And that stain on my shirt
I'm a take them back to church
I'm I'm fresh fresh yes
Bitches go berserk
When they see me skirt
Kickdrum take em back to church

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Keep on pushin, we comin' down cap
Keep on pushin, ay we comin down cap

[Verse 2:]
J's on my toes, nigga I'm thowed
TIS 24's hoggin' up the road
Gotta buncha speakas on my gold when I swang
Cappin on these hoes, purple diamonds in my rang
(Keep on pushin)
Pushin what? candy caprices
Paint flippin' I pull up they be like sweet Jesus
Smooth on my do'
When I swang I'm a glo'
Screens fallin' from the roof
Screens on the flo'
If you lookin for yo girlfriend, I got her
I'm a boss, Bill Gates owe me 20 dollars
Look who's cappin'
Money I been stackin'
Screens on my goddamn jacket
(Keep on pushin)
Pushin' what? candy Buick Regal
Yo girl in the backseat where it's see-thru
Slabs look at this
28's yeah we did it
Chevy so big, I'm livin' like a midget when I'm in it

[Hook:]
Dishin' out that work
When I when I chirp chirp
And that stain on my shirt
I'm a take them back to church
I'm I'm fresh fresh yes
Bitches go berserk
When they see me skirt
Kickdrum take em back to church

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Yup, yup ungh, yup yup
Keep on pushin, we comin' down cap
Keep on pushin, ay we comin down cap

Kickdrums

Get It Girl lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Al Fatz)

[Spoken:]
Yep it's da fat al chip the ripper

[Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper]
Uh get it girl put it in my...
Uh get it girl put it I'm my...
Uh get it girl put it in my...
Uh get it girl put it in my...

[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]
Baby in the ripper see me on them 4s tvs I suppose lookin for these hoes. bitches know the deal when they see me swing them doors tell em they ain't even got to take off no clothes. when you see me in that old school swervin prolly cause yo baby mama in my lap slerping. hit the freeway goin 77 south thick light skinned dime setting off the mouth. take your time speed it up really don't matter at all long as the baby batter splatter in ya jaws. let it shoot from the window to the wall. my knees week I try to stand up and I fall. now it's my niggas turn he got next don't expect a dollar we ain't writting no checks. I don't wanna feel your teeth this ain't the chewin two niggas and one girl what was ya'll doin.

[Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper]
She's a go liver
Put it I'm my
She's a go liver
Put it in my
She's a go liver
Put it in my
She's a go liver
Put it in my get it girl

[Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper]
Ay lil mama got a ass so fat my nigga like damn look at that look at that. yea I set the school but I don't even wanna stroke her cause when she lick my nuts it's like I'm on a rollar coater. dear mrs. thick lips I'm the big blow the juices of the tip if you give it a good lick. I know you don't want nobody thinking your a trick but the windows on the cutty tinted I ain't sayin shit. me you and my crew can go somewhere private so you can salive it but you ain't gotta hide it. the whole hood know that you a go liver so go head and dive in my thighs like godiva. gave shawty a ride but she ain't have no gas money. she said chip I'm broke but you can get some ass from me. I gotta better idea I said as I reclined my seat. I had her quick weave bouncin to the beat like

[Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper]
She's a go liver
Put it I'm my
She's a go liver
Put it in my
She's a go liver
Put it in my
She's a go liver
Put it in my get it girl

[Verse 3: Fat Al]
Ay girl I'm swang nine and I ain't talkin about a nine but my dick is brain food good for your mind. oh you smoke that's fine atleast I know now she goin down down down for a dime. how rude of me it's the f-a-t pull up on threes candy green armani seats but that's only half you ain't seen shit yet. pull up fresh checks off the marquee jets. plus I gotta about a pound of diamonds on my neck. pull up in a lex my pockets to cash a check. don't mind me cappins a natural reflex. you won't reject cause I'm me and that's that. I ain't askin for much just a little jaw. not tryin to hit your walls just wanna hear you gaw. you make it hard for me to control myself. just thinking about your barin makes me hold myself. she be like

[Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper]
She's a go liver
Put it I'm my
She's a go liver
Put it in my
She's a go liver
Put it in my
She's a go liver
Put it in my get it girl

Do That Shit lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Lil' Wayne)

I love it when you do that shit
Girl go on head and get it
Move like you move it if you don't
I love when you do that shit
Girl go on head and get it
Drop it down bring it up and let it roll
I love when you
Do that shit yea
Do that shit uh
Do that shit yeah
Do that shit
I love when you do that shit uh
Do that shit yeah
Do that shit uh
Do that shit

I wounder how she do that man hold up
Lil momma allmost got my thing swold up
Spind a couple dallors on ya chan so what
Gotta hunder ones we can hit the damn truck
Wait did I say I had a hundred ones my bad.
A bitch will never evea say she had a dallor I had no
The only bitch I prolly ever spent cash on prolly
Was stupid head to see if I could last long
Hit the ass gone puumm me so fly
Gettin blowed in the back of the g 4
Grap a towl hurry up skeet skeet ohh
I said my bad what cha lookin at me foo
I want a bad bitch caz I'm a damn fool
Girl you gotta do somthings them hoes can't do
Come to my till room 129 I just gotta see ya one more time

[Chorus]

Let me know you ant scaard girl don't be acting like that
You know what I came to see gone trough that ass back
What chyou thought it was just me and all fats
It's a hundred slab niggas where the fuck your friends at
I tell a bitch get down then get down
I'm a stand up you can set down
Pull up to your house not so fast we fuckin in here right (yup) got your ass
I am so cool, locos on boo if you think you was gettin paid the jokes on you
Open up my hotel don't look on tha floor
You'll see one pair of pumps and 4 pair of shall toes
Yeah I share hoes bitch I'm from the slab
As soon as they heard the name they aske like me now
I just want to grab don't worry about me you just worry about stayin on beat

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]
Money to be made best belive a nigga clockin
I runned my self like a quarter back option
I pictured 10 gs tell the bitch to go shoppin
She buy her self some cloths and she broght me back a chopper
See a nigga tryin to kick it but you know I don't play soccer
I am all about my cake I am tryin to marry betty crocker
A package on the way and on my whip game proper
And enugh for one keya see 70 thousend dallors
Now I was shootin dice smokin on a joint
I bet with yo gotti he hit 5 stright points
And yo we keep hustlin yo we keep grindin
You rap about money and a nigga might sign ya
Rap about me a nigga might find ya
But now nine in ya ass with your head right behind ya
Dope game bitch let his momma worry bout em
You can halla at me

Chip Tha Ripper other songs:

Ain't No Love Here lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Intro]

[Hook:]
But I'm from where you get no love
Just a bunch of killers
There ain't no love here
Just a bunch of killers [x6]

[Verse 1:]
I'm blessed that hаνе to deal wіth emotions
When niggas act lіkе bitches thеу send em Lake Eerie floating
Thе hood I come frοm raised mе tο bе one οf thе сοldеѕt
I stay out the way get thіѕ paper these niggas vultures
I try tο stay thе realest nigga I can be at all times
Nothing уου саn tеll mе far аѕ I'm concerned they all lying
Everybody full οf shit ѕο I dο mу own thing
Keep mу circle tight niggas scheming I don't fuck with these lames
Long as I'm maintaining nigga I ain't complaining
I mаkе shit happen when it's fucked up I don't do no blaming
What's that gonna gеt me? Nothing
I'm trying to get me something
Helicopters flying cause niggas аrе dying from semis busting
Mу nigga Hulk told me gο in thе house at ten o'clock
He ѕау ain't nο future іn thе streets dog this shit is hot
Lot οf niggas don't advance in life because they dumb as fuck
Onlу one thing on they mind is coming up

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Rіding down St. Clair
High as fuck I don't care
Floating through thе hood аt night
Crack thе window bless the air
Only puff the best in here
Take away the stress no fear
Niggas sure get mesѕed up here
AK Smith & Wesson yeah
Niggas learn thе lesson here
I'm wiser than the rest appear
I fuck wіth thеm professors here
Want O.G. gеt thе message see it
That's that type οf shit that be
On mу mind while I bе
Zoning rolling blowing trying to percept this reality
Ladies look аt mе lіkе I сουld take thеm tο thе fantasy
I take thе tο thе liquor store tеll thеm get some Hennessey
Then we to the crib see what she can do and all that
If she got a cold swag baby I'll call back
I don't trust these hoes they set you up fast jack
Niggas at your head thеу find уου where уουr stash at
Best thing to do is chunk a deuce when I roll through
And try to stay true cause that's what real niggas do

[Hook]

Ask About Me lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (with Kid Cudi)

Rollin' puffin' indo, Roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)
Ask about me

[Kid Cudi:]
Dawg it's the weirdo again, I packed my bags back up in the land
Hoes talk down and then shake your hand better believe me my nigga supply and demand
I walked that line I learned then ropes did my I prayed and hoped now I'm getting back
[?] hoes wanna date put no limit just twerkin' and movin'
I stick Pro when I get it in then I might dip fast
If you focused you might cash but not like rape so please fall back
Live your life don't focus on money
Hello girl you can call me the moon man up above
I fly fast anywhere nigga any giving time a couple lines homeboy
I ain't gotta rhyme so nice with it
And I keep that wahoo fitted flow was gravy [?]
Back in high school hoes tried to diss me
Now all I gotta do is sing for a pretty thing give me five minutes she all on my ding-a-ling
Can't live if you ain't about something can't talk if you live life frontin'
Boss life from invisible see a model then it's go time
Another hand did so I took mine didn't have a watch so I took time
Format it now they gotta jock it
My slim cut jeans haters try to knock it now them same mother fuckers keep 501's
Then be bumpin' that slab bub

Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip tha rip and kiddo

Rollin' puffin' indo, Roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)
Ask about me

[Chip Tha Ripper:]
I be on that-that monster shit
RAWR bitch, lot's of dick if hoes get to beggin' that front door shall be their consequence
Get up outta here bitch, cudi got some hoes comin' and when them hoes come all they talkin' cummin'
Turn pike hustler that'll be I
Pullin' up to your city pretty high
And it's all for the rent it's all for the fifth the money goes to the kush packs in the seeds
And the music I do it for the hoods and the kids and the baby mamas who be in the hood with the kids
Do shit for the money fuck a favor text the address I'll see you later
M.I.A that's where I'll be but for now I'm a g r I n d
Till a nigga caked up ain't worried bout shit
[?] time nigga better worry about shit [?] time nigga better worry bout [?] they gone be up in your ass
If you talkin' that shit to the wrong mother fucker from the jungle dog
Niggas out here come and hunt you down
Dogs still be wild with a mother fucker and them 15s be jumpin dog
[?] in the place, [?] on my face
Fresh scampy I'm loving that taste, [?] 12 hundred for the case
Me and Cudi headin' out what's good
You done feel off like we knew you would
Now I can show you how to be a real nigga be the [?] and still be true to your hood

Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip tha rip and kiddo

Rollin' puffin' indo, Roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo
Ask about me

Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip tha rip and kiddo

Rollin' puffin' indo, Roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo
Ask about me

I Don't Give A Fuck lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck [x4]

(I Don't Give A Fuck)

[Verse 1:]
Yea we be cappin, 3s on my cutty
What it doski, What's happenin
I'm a count jacksons, benjamins, and grants
I swung on these 5s and they heard me on Loraine
Now I don't give a fuck, bitch I never did
Call me Glove Jones I don't worry about a kid
Ya I can rap that's why they call me the ripper
But I'm a keep it simple so you understand it quicker
(I Don't give a fuck), and bitch I never will
Record labels need me I don't need a deal
Nigga I got skill
Can't take it from me
Plus I'm from Cleveland we get money
Ya'll niggas funny
So I'm a stay laughin
Long as I'm makin money I'm a stay cappin
Ridin up the ave with my doors popped up
Screamin out I don't give a I don't give a I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck

[Chorus:]
I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck

I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck
(Go slow loud and bangin the ground is shakin)

I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck

I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck
(plus I'm from Cleveland, we get money)

(I Don't Give A Fuck)

[Verse 2:]
Cappin on the Clair
Doors go out, Nope pop em in the air
Got a rouger and a 9 holstered on my hip
2 guns in the air when I ghost ride the whip
Ya'll already know, I'm a Nextel star
Ringtones louder than the speakers in ya car
If you ain't goin live what you came for
Bitch I'm from the Slab Set that mouth out hoe
(I don't give a fuck)
And that's what it is
That's my damn motto I"ma teach it to my kids
Screens in my smug I got money so fuck it
Cd player flip down I ain't gotta touch it
I ain't gotta tell you bout my doors in my trunk
I'm a SLAB boy everywhere I go I dunk
[?] Punk leave the hardest boys stuck
I try to tell em, I don't give a I don't give a I don't give a I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]

Interior Crocodile Alligator lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Chip tha ripper
S.L.A.B.

Now baby I'm Tha Rippeeerrrrrr your baby daddy's worst nightmare
Catch me by the Clair I'll be right there
Niggas copy everything we say
Louis frames, eyes lower than my GPA
Ridin and Swirvin, kush I'm blowin
Doors wide, my trunk bump like eddie road
I don't cake hoes I never tip tha stripper
I'm rich bitch, but you can call me cheap tha ripper
Shell toes? Yes
P.R.P.S There's a man riding a horse on top of my chest
Polo fresh, I am z' man
I be slam dunkin tanqueray shots with Lebron
I told niggas keep it Carmello ok?
Rolled past dave's told them hello, inhale
Me and Cash on somthin' holy on 23's hoe
Back windows say MAMA MEL BICHO
Skateboarders grind, I grind too
That's why you can catch me in DC shoes
I quit the team, but believe I'm ballin'
Want a verse put up a stack or quit callin'
30's on my Chevorlete call me supa dupa
Garage like roots I got more whips than Kunta
Rivera sittin on the Bulls best hoopa
Ya'll still ridin 20's? ya'll some oompa loompas
Doors swang on niggas that got bad behavior
My 415's woke up thee neighbors
Interior croc-a-dile alli-ga-tor
I drive a Chevrolet movie theater

Kappin' On 4's lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Slab up...
Chip the ripper

[Chorus:]
We kappin (we kappin) on 4's (on 4's) [x4]

[Verse:]
I b swagin n b swervin
My doors doin tricks
Ya already kno wut slab in dis bitch
I'm a stack chips ya dats my damn name
Pull up slow pull out doe
U broke? dats a damn shame
I b kappin on dez hoes got diamonds in my mouth
Kappin on mtv cribs gotta baseball field in my damn house
I pull out my strap leave these niggas asked out
Pulled out my dang-a-lang made your sister pass out
C me swervin thru your hood I don't give a fuck
Wut time does the movie start got 80 inch screen in my tahoe truck
I'm all about a buck?
Gettin paid but I ain't change still backin?
Ridin on 4 fast wheels 28 inches hold up listen
Stop n scoop up hoes
When they get in I charge admission
Check my 77 cuttys
Screens fallin paint drippin
My inside big enough 2 hav a livin room n kitchen
I pull up swang now all 4's complain
Cause my trunk got enough bang 2 make they oxygen tanks drain
Chip dats my name
Doors I'm a swang em
Niggaz b hatin I ain't gonna shoot I'm a get sum barb wire n hang em
4 15's in the back of my 87 grand pre
Screens on glow wen I pull up slow dez niggaz can stand me
Let my trunk bang
Drop top kelly ain't got no lid
Roll thru the park swung on all the kids
Hold up hold up stop the beat
Let me sip my drank
Wen I run outta goose I'm a get out my car & lick my paint
Doors do tha fool
My rimes stop n go
Call up sum gold digga hoes wen they get 2 my house I'm a lock my door BITCH!
Yes I'm from the slab
Yes I get that cash
No I'm not in love with a stipper sho me them breast & bounce that ass HOE!
Kappin is a habit
I'm not tryna break hoe
Let my screens fall on?
Bitch I stay throwed
Bitch I make doe
I don't spit no god damn game
Hoes fuck wen I say so
Wut u mean fuckin hater... I want u 2 hate me
Cause as long as I got haters I kno I dat I make cheese

[Chorus:]
We kappin (we kappin) on 4's (on 4's) [x8]

Keep It So Real lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Me and my nigga be up in this thang
Best believe these nuts gonna hang
Take it to the left see the cold young thang
With the ass too fat and the pink to the rang
Hoping that and she’ll know what to do
Just gotta chose me cause a nigga won’t choose
And you see a nigga hard you know I want you
Now we up in the mall, do you like those shoes
What about that Louie, do you like that too?
Met a bunch of friends invite them too
And we’ll do everything that you might wanna do
Everything that you probably wanna do
Now we up in the crib with the lean and the weed
Everybody DTF indeed,
Gotta be the fliest nigga
That you ever seen
Promise I can’t give you everything that you need
But I won’t give you everything that you want
Wish you give me head when i blaze the blunt
Wish you let me hit it any way that you want
We up in the lex with the bang in the trunk
If a nigga run the bars and I’m blazing them up
5 to the ghetto, ladies fuck
Cause the codeine spilling all out the cup
Everybody know nigga, I don't give a fuck
Chevy in the purp with the sprite and the ice
Wassup bitch right you might see me twice
She don't love me she love my life
She don't love me she love my life
Damn she hella cold, nigga head is so tight
excuse my fresh, be polite do my best
Keep it so real don't like that shit
Keep it so real don't like that shit

God damn, god, god damn
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
God damn, god damn my fam
Keep it so real don't
like that shit
Keep it so real don't
like that shit
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
[x2]

Me and my nigga be up in this thang
Best believe these nuts gonna hang
Take it to the left see the cold young thang
With the ass too fat and the pink to the rang
Hoping that and she’ll know what to do
Just gotta chose me cause a nigga won’t choose
And you see a nigga hard you know I want you
Now we up in the mall, do you like those shoes
What about that Louie, do you like that too?
Met a bunch of friends invite them too
And we’ll do everything that you might wanna do
Everything that you probably wanna do
Now we up in the crib with the lean and the weed
Everybody DTF indeed,
Gotta be the fliest nigga
That you ever seen
Promise I can’t give you everything that you need
But I won’t give you everything that you want
Wish you give me head when i blaze the blunt
Wish you let me hit it any way that you want
We up in the lex with the bang in the trunk
If a nigga run the bars and I’m blazing them up
5 to the ghetto, ladies fuck
Cause the codeine spilling all out the cup
Everybody know nigga, I don't give a fuck
Chevy in the purp with the sprite and the ice
Wassup bitch right you might see me twice
She don't love me she love my life
She don't love me she love my life
Damn she hella cold, nigga head is so tight
excuse my fresh, be polite do my best
Keep it so real don't like that shit
Keep it so real

God damn, god, god damn
God damn, god damn my fam
[x2]

OHIO lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Bitch I'm from Cleveland
We're from Ohio
We're from Ohio
O-H

Ya, this your boy Fat Al
Ohio
Ohio

Cleveland Stand up!

[Chorus:]
I said hello world, how you doin this evening (Ohio, Ohio)
My name is Fat AL and yes I'm from Cleveland
Cleveland Cleveland Cleveland Cleveland (Ohio, Ohio)
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run

[Verse 1:]
It's the Fat AL
Ya the boy is bad
Money on my mind so I'm thinkin bout them stacks
Ya I'm on my grind so it's all about these tracks
I make hits for a livin my nigga and that's a fact
I'm from the city of the INdians, Cavaliers and Browns
But don't get it twisted my nigga we gets down
Mistake on the lake, ya right don't get drowned
Tryna front on fat al get your whole
Bring it back for the ogs that know me
Down on the block sell O-Zs
Cookin them chicken with the ol grease
Diamonds all in they gold piece
Ol school lac with the gold Ds
Kids stay up they don't go to sleep
Never be alone when you know it's beef
Open pitt that's where I eat
I'm from the Clair where they blow cheese
24s on Grand Prixs
Drop the top just to feel the breeze
Brand new Range no lease
All the girlies do my dance
50, 000, it's in my pants
I can do that
Cause I'm the man

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Don't hate, on my city
I'm from O-H
I roll with some Gs
And we don't play
The royal camp
And we gutta gutta gutta gutta
Complain that's all ya'll do
Man ya'll so lame
Ya'll can't mess with Al
Man ya'll no names
They tell me I'm the best so much they stutta stutta stutta stutta
I got girls in Toledo tryna find me like Nemo
They prolly only like me cause the flow is crack like Primo
Or maybe cause the diamonds got em so sick like Neyo
We can start a trio, I'm a best like Debo
I got a bad one in Canton, She a Leo
One up in Akron, she ain't know how to act man
I'm in and out these girls room, just like batman
Scratch that, bring it back, call me the Fat man

[Chorus]

Ohio, Ohio

Cleveland is the city where we come from so run...

Pocket Full Of Cheese lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Akon)

[Akon:]
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's

[Chip Tha Ripper:]
Ay we gon do it like dis
Nawl we gon do it like dis
Catch me n the middle of the sea like fish (like fish)
Nope I'on got stacks on deck
Got stacks n my pocket got stacks on my neck
N the middle of the club with my hands n da er
N da vip coo with all da hoes down sters
I'on make bank rolls I roll banks
N my ice cream hoody coat check no thanks
I'm a need a dodge ram pickup truck
Wen I ride thru ya city an I pick up bucks yup yup
I keep everything chill ova here
I'm not chip tha rip I'm chip tha fridgerear (bbuurr)
Yea I'm da coldest with da flow
Got a chevy on 4's I'm da throwdest on the road (yea)
Wen I'm n da club take a look at me
You can see da money n me I'm a certified G
TELL'EM AKON

[Akon:]
So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)

[Chip Tha Ripper:]
I'on be on ganster shit (WHY)
Cause niggaz ain't really gansters yet
I'm runnin where I stay yea dats clear
Where da pussy boyz at call me mr. cashmeier
Niggaz think day all big an strong out here
Naw dats da alcohol had one to many beers
Soon as ya sober up tough man scared
Den wen I pull out tha pump tough man disappear
Niggaz is insacure naw not me doe
I sing ta da money call me bobby valetino
All I wanna do is see my first huned grand
I'm not a business man I'm a BUSINESS MAN

[Akon:]
So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)

[Chip Tha Ripper:]
Call me da fuckin whip
I make a fuckin grip
I take deez hoes an dingaling I didn't even wanna take a trip
I get dat money baby I'on need no wallet
Shhit my money barely fit n side of my little pockets
My shades skin an pradas
I fuckin thin an got us
You put up a shot an I will block it call me BEN WALLACE
My jeans scream yea I walk around with a bundle
You see my candy whip drippin n jolly rancha puddles (yea)
I call my nigga shh fa da high dro
Dope fiends walk past you will knock on my do'
I do wat I does I does wat I do
Call me grenade man man curplunk I blew

[Akon:]
So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)

So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)

Roll That Weed Bitch (Make It Rain Freestyle) lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Hook: Chip Tha Ripper]
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)

[Verse: Chip Tha Ripper]
(Roll it, bitch, Roll it)
Just copped me a o.z
With your bitch and she all nosey
She askin' to many questions
I told her we bout to blow trees
Than after that she gone blow me
Than I'm just gone smoke some mo' tree
Leave the dressing room smokey
Wear all black cause I'm low-key
Keep the.40 cal. on me
No nigga I'm not ya homie
These rappers is some jabronis
Some actors, a bunch of phonies
Slap the shit out you homie
Act like you got some sense
You nigga's try to play tough on them songs but I'm not convinced
My Cleveland niggas some killas
No fighting we want ya soul
No fussin', cussin', no talkin'
Just pop and you hit the do'
Than break that bitch of the hendges
And than you hit the flo'
You nigga's ain't on my level
You never got to my flow
Yo elevator don't make it
This how it be cause you's a ho
That lemon g in my 'rillo
The coldest and you should know, and
Baby girl say she want to hang with the crew
I say "Bring a zip bitch and make sure you wanna screw"

[Hook: Chip Tha Ripper]
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)
Roll that weed bitch
Roll my fucking weed bitch
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed biaatch!

Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that fucking weed bitch
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch

Run My City lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Hook:]
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
I'm a wreckin' cappin' money stackin'
Pistol packin' son of a bitch
I'm throwed- (yeah) -I'm so throwed in the club
And I got my gun in this bitch
Niggas be hatin', talkin' shit
I don't get mad or throw no fits
I'm a let my gun to like the tip of my dick
Everytime I'm with your bitch
Blastoff, Ka-boom!
Barbeque sauce all over the street
Pieces of you everywhere
You almost as famous as me
Yeah I know you like my whip
But leave it at cause I ain't no punk
Got a diamond in the back and a sunroof top
Every time I cock my Glock I dunk
Roll forty-five in the shotgun pump
Blow out your God damn socks, nigga
I don't give a fuck you ain't heard about me
I'm a motherfuckin' ox, nigga
Flyer than a motherfucker hoes come and get me
I stepped out in my gator boots
And Crocodile Dundee tried to trip me
I don't play with these haters
I let them off until they empty
I bring Kibbles N Bits to the hood
So tell them big boys come and sick me
All it takes is one pound to the crown
And you lost
No matter what game you playin'
You can't beat the boss

[Hook:]
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper

Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper

[Verse 2:]
I'm a get my dough
I'm a get my bread
Hundred dollars bills are worth
A lot more than your head
What you wanna do?
I got money in the bank
Try to play battleship with Chip tha Rip
Your ship will sank
I sip purple drank
I roll purple dank
Twenty-eights on the hummer truck can make it look like army tank
Hold up-hold up stop-hold up stop my mind is blank
That hydro got my mind blown I can't think
Now are them twenty-eights on that little Chevrolet
Or am I trippin'?
My car sits up too high
How the hell are we gonna get in?
If it wasn't twenty-fours and up
Then it wasn't Chip then
Doors go out or up up up in the air
I lift them
The wood in the middle of the Christmas Tree
Is what-is what I'm grippin'
Clear finger nail polish
Is what my car got dipped in
Nuts colored golden brown
So I'm sittin in chicken
The outside of my whip is the color of tea
So I'm sittin' in Lipton

[Hook:]
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper

Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper

Sexy Ass lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

D-J E-V

Wonder what type of SLAB nigga would I be
If I wasn't in V-I-P
With Ace of Spades and Rossi and about 20 hoes for the posse
And the bartender, she got me
Just cause she like my song,
Her and the other fine ass bartender go nuts everytime Get It Girl come on
Now girl, come on
We can go to a place that you never been
You can bring a couple friends,
They can bring a couple friends
Hope ya'll got some fuckin ends (money)
I'm not down for sponsorin
I just donate dick if I hit it from the back, it'll fix your posture
And make ya ass a little fatter when you got them jeans on
She's a very freaky girl, that should be her theme song
I will never cuff you boo,
That some shit that suckers do
I swear if you wasn't the coldest all around, I wouldn't fuck with you

[Chorus:]
Hey boo, I be on the grind, all the time
Ain't no handouts, so I gots to go and take mine
The whole city ready you the only one frownin
Girl I'm a hold you down, with your lil sexy ass
Your sexy ass [x8]

(With your) globe trottin
Hoes jockin
When I touch down n let em in
Girl if your team don't got good D then they will never win
So I'll just put my helmet on when it's gametime
Or when you pitch it, I'll make sure to swing my St Clair slugga
When niggas see you in the whip they gon say "I hate that nigga"
It be so funny when a nigga be mad
Cause he can't do it betta
Then a fly young nigga with a buzz so crazy
Hustle the corners, never been lazy
Money over you, nigga never could play me
So it's FUCK YOU PAY US
SLAB ENT., we made us
My connects is dangerous
Girl I can make you fa-mous
But for now just chill
Until I get my paper, girl
Or you can be my secretary, we can take the world

[Chorus]

The Truth lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Hook:]
"All I'm offering is the truth"

[Verse 1:]
Every man for himself
On my own, I don't need no help
Shout-out to all those who showed me love
Shout-out to all you hoes who hate on us
You see me throw two fingers up, we up in here
Free my nigga Stakes, feel like he got a hundred years
Fluoride in our tap water
That's what Hitler used to keep the Jews dumber
Real talk: you can look it up
Look how long we had Google, niggas still dumb as fuck
Look around, we the freshest niggas here
I wish a lot of niggas disappeared...
I'm from Cleveland, ain't no bitches here
And if it is, I bet they won't survive through the year
Everthing you made the last two years, I made this month
And if you ask me, I ain't ballin - I'm still coming up...

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Pray to God I never have to let this 40 bust mane
I don't give a fuck cause they don't give a fuck about us, mane
I'm a let my nuts hang, won't pull up in no Mustang
I pull up in the look at that, damn, what the fuck, mane
He gonna get his chump change until his shit add up
My nigga suffered like 20 years of bad luck
But, some things happen for a reason
Like when I'm with your bitch at the 4 Seasons
Fuck the law, I'm still standing strong
Just because it's illegal don't mean it's wrong
Shout out to every hood
And them colors where I'm from, we bang for our hood
St Clair in this bitch, ho
Hope you copy that or Roger that or 10-4
Don't let a Cleveland nigga ever feel disrespected
Kill the messenger to send a message