[Chip Tha Ripper:]
Uh-huh. SLAB ENT BOY. Good luckin out, chyeah.
Pulled up to the hand-car wash like blao,
Just the outside my nigga gon' wipe me down.
Know I gotta couple dollars for you when you done,
Roll the window back up, roll the blunt, cut UGK back up,
Cut the AC back up; gettin kinda hot in here, Benny Hanna
Left-over weed, smokin, I'm in here.
Let me volunteer to get you niggas minds right, getcha funds
Up instead of chasin after limelight.
But since I'm all good I might, go and see what's good
With these pretty girls for one night. So I whipped around
To the spot I knew was poppy-in. Parked then we
Hopped out then hopped in, no problem. Soon as we got in
Eye brows raised up, I missed the tape with Fay Cut [?]
With the Escalade truck, in the party lookin for Miss-Not-
Too-Bougiese with a booty and know how to roll
Doobies and junk
[Curren$y:]
Bitches think I'm living out my car, all these shoe
Boxes and shit, don't confuse it boo, this stuff I
Just bought, before I came to scoop you, coulda
Dropped it off, but I wanted you to see it, confident
But not concieted.
Yeah, I like my grapes, and my weed seedless.
Gettin pussy with my fathers features, believe it.
If you missed it, then I bet somebody out there seen
It, TwitPic my outfit, bitches stalk my comments.
Just fool.
What they say I came first on my list of things
To do [?]. If the broad got wireless at her crib
I fall through. Gotta e-mails to read, as she
Break down my tree, reach my cell phone,
Turn the TV down for me (yeah).
It was kinda ironic, cause I had the papers
She had the chronic. The Hornets beat the
Supersonics. And hella vapors from the smokin
Volcano, I'm thirsty need some water, boy captain
Insane-o [?]
[Big Sean:]
Aye, in this lifetime you only get richer or not,
So hoes jump for my balls like they tipped off
The rock. I get it from my dad cause I'm a chip
Of the block. Now I'm up in Cleveland to grab
Chip off the block. Now whip off the lots, with
A bad bitch, ass thick, and tits so I slipped off
The top. Yeah, Bitch I'm the man, forever gettin
Chose, I party everynight and it's never gettin old.
The story of your life is probably never gettin
Told, them tickets to your show is probably
Never gettin sold. I might just cop some shit
From some set, New York to LA, I beat the sunset.
Your girl show me L-O-V-E. I dropped the O and
E, and just took the LV. That's Louis Vuitton luggage,
Everytime you see my passport, Domneyair [?] print
Got me lookin like a chessboard ahaha.
Feel Good lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
Uhh
Slab E-N-T Boyyy
Yeahh
Chip Tha Rip
Um-hmm.
Bitch I feel good
Don't I look stupendous?
My shine is so endless,
Ain't shit you can do to end this
Even when I'm dead nigga's still gon' bump that chip shit
Coke white escalade on 6's for you dipshits
So we won't forget this, midwest nigga be the coldest
Cleveland is the city where you hustle or you hopeless
And my closet's like a store bitch
Only difference is you ain't gon' find this in no store bitch
It's fresher than your whole clique
G shock over D.C. grindin' everytime you see me
That Louis Vuitton complete me
Now r.I.p. to ant while I'm out here stuntin with keke
I be ridin' super tint.
I'm a ghost you never see me.
Cause I'm up above, I'm in the clouds, I'm rollin up, I'm lookin down
Chip in the house, ya'll stop ya breathin
I'm a superhero, like hancock to cleveland (nigga)
Hell yea, that nigguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should
Bitch, I feel good
Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'm a stay a fresh, fly nigguh doin' everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good.
Don't I look tremendous?
Damn I feel so splendid,
I walk up in yo shindig
Higher than the o-zone, damn I can float home
Just call me when you want some
I'm out here by my lonesome
Pack a bape jacket for the winter polo v-neck for the summer
I'm a young hood boss, I do what I wanna
If you tryna fuck with me then you better have some commons,
I be with them OG's, I'm probably stuntin with yo fathaaa,
Problem is you don't want it, nada
My nigguh's got hella choppas, you gonna need hella doctaaas
And I rep my city proper,
Probably catch me rockin' prada, hoppin off a helicoptaaa
In the skizigh, CuDi hand me ya shizit
Nigga we gettin hizigh
Uh, lookin for izigh, yeah here I go
The nigga who get your income tax every show (let's go)
Hell yea, that nigguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should
Bitch, I feel good
Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'm a stay a fresh, fly nigguh doin' everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good.
Slab E-N-T Boyyy
Yeahh
Chip Tha Rip
Um-hmm.
Bitch I feel good
Don't I look stupendous?
My shine is so endless,
Ain't shit you can do to end this
Even when I'm dead nigga's still gon' bump that chip shit
Coke white escalade on 6's for you dipshits
So we won't forget this, midwest nigga be the coldest
Cleveland is the city where you hustle or you hopeless
And my closet's like a store bitch
Only difference is you ain't gon' find this in no store bitch
It's fresher than your whole clique
G shock over D.C. grindin' everytime you see me
That Louis Vuitton complete me
Now r.I.p. to ant while I'm out here stuntin with keke
I be ridin' super tint.
I'm a ghost you never see me.
Cause I'm up above, I'm in the clouds, I'm rollin up, I'm lookin down
Chip in the house, ya'll stop ya breathin
I'm a superhero, like hancock to cleveland (nigga)
Hell yea, that nigguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should
Bitch, I feel good
Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'm a stay a fresh, fly nigguh doin' everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good.
Don't I look tremendous?
Damn I feel so splendid,
I walk up in yo shindig
Higher than the o-zone, damn I can float home
Just call me when you want some
I'm out here by my lonesome
Pack a bape jacket for the winter polo v-neck for the summer
I'm a young hood boss, I do what I wanna
If you tryna fuck with me then you better have some commons,
I be with them OG's, I'm probably stuntin with yo fathaaa,
Problem is you don't want it, nada
My nigguh's got hella choppas, you gonna need hella doctaaas
And I rep my city proper,
Probably catch me rockin' prada, hoppin off a helicoptaaa
In the skizigh, CuDi hand me ya shizit
Nigga we gettin hizigh
Uh, lookin for izigh, yeah here I go
The nigga who get your income tax every show (let's go)
Hell yea, that nigguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should
Bitch, I feel good
Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'm a stay a fresh, fly nigguh doin' everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good.
Dear Hip Hop lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. 6th Sense & Naledge)
[Hook:]
Dear hip-hop, please
Don't you forget about little old me
Oh, I'm just a little O.G
And I done seen the game changed up on me
[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]
Way back in my day, when it was all about spitting music was crazy
I fuck with Nas and Master P was my Jay-Z
Jigga was spitting but I couldn't understand it
I knew it was some fly shit, it just never landed
'Til I hit the ninth grade, by that time 50 done step in the game
But I had been bumping that shit from mixtapes
And I got hip to Canibus in like sixth grade
And that crazy motherfucker just took over my brain
It's a little Big L in my raps today
Even though he gone, nah, he ain't gone, you listening to him
Just from reciting the lines you'd think that I knew 'em
Bumping that Redman not giving a fuck about nothing
Imagine if I was getting high, I wasn't even puffing
Hiding the CD from my momma, shit had too much cussing
Baby I ain't gonna leave you for nothing
Can you just write me back, please?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Naledge]
I found the blueprint way before school was my hustle
Beyond a reasonable doubt, I was a nigga with attitude
Illmatic, no reason for me to be mad at you
'Cause life is too short, even when you ready to die
Picture this: a little nigga comin' up in the Chi
Using common sense, give my mind a resurrection
Though I used to love her, never lost my erection
Underground king, po' pimpin' in the muddy waters
It's just me against the world, get rich or die trying
Three feet high and rising
Now I see clear like vising; whoops, I mean Visine
So far gone, plus I wanna be king
Not a college dropout, seen graduation
In my lifetime is just your imagination
For now I'm just a lyricist lounging 'til I reach my salvation
Please
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 6th Sense]
Don't forget
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
I was ten years old with the flow I reminisce
They called me White Mike before I became the 6th
Hip-hop showed me love with a hug and a kiss
Used to tape the radio when it was on late
Used to cop mixtapes when they was on tapes
You couldn't pull the wrong record out the wrong crate
Truthfully, it used to seem every song's great
Influenced your walk, fashion and your speaking
Every third weekend, was at the new [?]
I was underage so I used to have to sneak in
Student of the game, open-minded for the teaching
I paid dues, yeah, I knew dude's reaching
I give a fuck about the songs y'all leaking
I'm done preaching, sip the Hennessey, burn the incense
Dear hip-hop, yours truly, 6th Sense
[Hook]
Dear hip-hop, please
Don't you forget about little old me
Oh, I'm just a little O.G
And I done seen the game changed up on me
[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]
Way back in my day, when it was all about spitting music was crazy
I fuck with Nas and Master P was my Jay-Z
Jigga was spitting but I couldn't understand it
I knew it was some fly shit, it just never landed
'Til I hit the ninth grade, by that time 50 done step in the game
But I had been bumping that shit from mixtapes
And I got hip to Canibus in like sixth grade
And that crazy motherfucker just took over my brain
It's a little Big L in my raps today
Even though he gone, nah, he ain't gone, you listening to him
Just from reciting the lines you'd think that I knew 'em
Bumping that Redman not giving a fuck about nothing
Imagine if I was getting high, I wasn't even puffing
Hiding the CD from my momma, shit had too much cussing
Baby I ain't gonna leave you for nothing
Can you just write me back, please?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Naledge]
I found the blueprint way before school was my hustle
Beyond a reasonable doubt, I was a nigga with attitude
Illmatic, no reason for me to be mad at you
'Cause life is too short, even when you ready to die
Picture this: a little nigga comin' up in the Chi
Using common sense, give my mind a resurrection
Though I used to love her, never lost my erection
Underground king, po' pimpin' in the muddy waters
It's just me against the world, get rich or die trying
Three feet high and rising
Now I see clear like vising; whoops, I mean Visine
So far gone, plus I wanna be king
Not a college dropout, seen graduation
In my lifetime is just your imagination
For now I'm just a lyricist lounging 'til I reach my salvation
Please
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 6th Sense]
Don't forget
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
I was ten years old with the flow I reminisce
They called me White Mike before I became the 6th
Hip-hop showed me love with a hug and a kiss
Used to tape the radio when it was on late
Used to cop mixtapes when they was on tapes
You couldn't pull the wrong record out the wrong crate
Truthfully, it used to seem every song's great
Influenced your walk, fashion and your speaking
Every third weekend, was at the new [?]
I was underage so I used to have to sneak in
Student of the game, open-minded for the teaching
I paid dues, yeah, I knew dude's reaching
I give a fuck about the songs y'all leaking
I'm done preaching, sip the Hennessey, burn the incense
Dear hip-hop, yours truly, 6th Sense
[Hook]
Like That lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that. (Yeah)
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that. (Yeah yeah)
They say money rule the world, Well I'm a hundred dollar bill.
An I'm just look-in for a subtle spot ta chill.
Niggaz crazy, Thinkin bout today an not tomorrow.
Hope they never have to borrow out here frontin like they.
(Made it like that)
But I don't stress 'em I just keep pressin along.
If I ain't got no rellos then case got the bong.
An, Let me take one to the face then I'm gone.
I got these Louie's on my face for the sun cause I.
(Made it like that)
Everything I got I took it look at what we did.
Passin out tapes at school ta out a town paid gigs.
Even older bitches want the kid like I'm Taye Diggs.
Givin' ho's they groove back all I here is Hayyyy Chip.
Hay bitches how ya doin
And they flock to 'em cause they know he won't pursue it.
Just do it if you want it an don't stop until you there.
Damn Chip you poppin' everywhere, That's cause I.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that. (Yup)
Coming to you live from the jungle full of pride.
And drugs, Many lives taken from under these lights.
Where them Nike air flights been roamin out plenty nights.
It was a whole lotta shots n not to many fights.
We was young keepin up with then niggaz who was hatin.
Nobody gave us nathin we we just had to take it.
Now, Lil Stakes just got 38, better smarten up.
Lil John goin off, Yeah we got some problems bru.
Pray an ask the lord ta stay, Give me just another day.
An if I die before I wake tell my niggaz split my cake.
Yeah just like 50 say cause I can't take it anyway.
We livin in a different day and yesterday ain't shit today.
So what I gotta git today is paper in a different way.
Condo fuck a crib cause hey ya window just a brick away.
Followed by you fill in the blank wile I just slide on by.
Up in 216 bout to catch a flight to 909.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that. (Yeah yeah)
They say money rule the world, Well I'm a hundred dollar bill.
An I'm just look-in for a subtle spot ta chill.
Niggaz crazy, Thinkin bout today an not tomorrow.
Hope they never have to borrow out here frontin like they.
(Made it like that)
But I don't stress 'em I just keep pressin along.
If I ain't got no rellos then case got the bong.
An, Let me take one to the face then I'm gone.
I got these Louie's on my face for the sun cause I.
(Made it like that)
Everything I got I took it look at what we did.
Passin out tapes at school ta out a town paid gigs.
Even older bitches want the kid like I'm Taye Diggs.
Givin' ho's they groove back all I here is Hayyyy Chip.
Hay bitches how ya doin
And they flock to 'em cause they know he won't pursue it.
Just do it if you want it an don't stop until you there.
Damn Chip you poppin' everywhere, That's cause I.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that. (Yup)
Coming to you live from the jungle full of pride.
And drugs, Many lives taken from under these lights.
Where them Nike air flights been roamin out plenty nights.
It was a whole lotta shots n not to many fights.
We was young keepin up with then niggaz who was hatin.
Nobody gave us nathin we we just had to take it.
Now, Lil Stakes just got 38, better smarten up.
Lil John goin off, Yeah we got some problems bru.
Pray an ask the lord ta stay, Give me just another day.
An if I die before I wake tell my niggaz split my cake.
Yeah just like 50 say cause I can't take it anyway.
We livin in a different day and yesterday ain't shit today.
So what I gotta git today is paper in a different way.
Condo fuck a crib cause hey ya window just a brick away.
Followed by you fill in the blank wile I just slide on by.
Up in 216 bout to catch a flight to 909.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that.
Whoa lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Pootie Tang)
[Verse 1:]
Yeaah, SLAB ENT BOYY, SOV letsgo
Bring it back to the middle of the map
Where the St. Claire niggaz stay strapped my hood sooo cold
My area colder, scarier colder but yall niggaz don't fold
Every nigga on the grind who stackin, always come back frontin like he pose
Slidin on them 4’s riding smoking lookin for the hoes
Everywhere I go niggaz always like damn I ain't never seen those
You call it style
But I took a vow to keepin the freshest kicks off my toes
And I don’t know how
But they just got wow
And tear that bitch down at all of my shows
Its like God control the show
Hands up high here we go…
[Verse 2:]
WOAH
That shit ain't in stores
Where did he go to get all of his clothes
Bitch I don’t even leave home this DC be showin up right to my door
Then I put it on, kush for cologne and head for the door
O and louis vuitton throw some of that on and go get yo hoe
Lets hop in that Cadillac bustin my nigga we hittin the road
And I got a cold lil female rollin the diesel, dog you kno I stay blowed
Thuggin and theivin, Bitch I'm from Cleveland
Damn that’s prolly why I'm so cold
Yea that’s prolly why I'm so cold
Hands up high here we go
Yeaah, SLAB ENT BOYY, SOV letsgo
Bring it back to the middle of the map
Where the St. Claire niggaz stay strapped my hood sooo cold
My area colder, scarier colder but yall niggaz don't fold
Every nigga on the grind who stackin, always come back frontin like he pose
Slidin on them 4’s riding smoking lookin for the hoes
Everywhere I go niggaz always like damn I ain't never seen those
You call it style
But I took a vow to keepin the freshest kicks off my toes
And I don’t know how
But they just got wow
And tear that bitch down at all of my shows
Its like God control the show
Hands up high here we go…
[Verse 2:]
WOAH
That shit ain't in stores
Where did he go to get all of his clothes
Bitch I don’t even leave home this DC be showin up right to my door
Then I put it on, kush for cologne and head for the door
O and louis vuitton throw some of that on and go get yo hoe
Lets hop in that Cadillac bustin my nigga we hittin the road
And I got a cold lil female rollin the diesel, dog you kno I stay blowed
Thuggin and theivin, Bitch I'm from Cleveland
Damn that’s prolly why I'm so cold
Yea that’s prolly why I'm so cold
Hands up high here we go
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.
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...
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.
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.
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
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
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
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...
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.
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
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
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