Chips Ahoy

Smoke DZA Talking: Fuck the hype, nigga I’m dead nice. Higher than my mutha fuckin light bill in the summer

[Verse One: Smoke DZA]

Cool, however you wan do it
My goons Trinidadian my lawyers Jewish
First nigga in my hood to make money off music
We don’t entertain beef we stew it
Two –two it four-five it so violent
Potato over the 8-0 breathe slow I-ya
Niggas baggin and they soundin like custies
Used to be slim but Philippe got me huskies
Think shit sweet then its bound to get ugly
Don’t get your whole shit patched up like a rug be
Ain't nothing to it I stay cool like a AC breeze
Come gamble wit ya boy I got ac cheese
Rock polo boots? No ACG’s
No pussy getting nigga fuck you ain't seen green
Leave rap alone get a job today
Over aggressive ass niggas scare the broads away
It’s my lane and I can crossover like Hardaway
Fall back nigga guard ya safe

[Verse Two: Hassani Kwess]

Who what too rough, kill it then it’s two up
Grew up on some two cup Houston nuisance
UGK who else cube live crew what
Was mom and pop lollipops nigga guess I blew up
Bland lands to grand cans a jams cups the Reese’s?
Damn Sam I scram ran and ran some polices
Long rambled thesis that could hand stain a Jesus
Raggedy Ann antics we grandstand to pieces
You ain't talking fly shit nigga that’s crazy
I talk real and my shit nigga that’s wavy
Bastards a baby the reverend couldn’t save me
So you gon need an extra set of chords when you tape me
You gon need a better set of flows if you play me
Cuz they gone need an extra set of morgues when you face me
So hate me cuz all the right humanoids love me
Earth couldn’t budge me, shit is ugly
They diggin a plot I’m rippin apart
With riddles I rock ripped em?
The simplest shot killin the block shit am I not (ummm hmmm)
Shakin ass nigga look alive when I hit ya
Step aside while I super size up my picture
Capture rhymes that could take the pride of a nigga
And take the prize that I took and dive in his sister
Apocalyptic with my narcoleptic narco scriptures
Sleepin on it but I think its time to rock em nigga
Bitch I’m mobbin

[Verse Three: Uno Hype]

I’m just bleedin from this ballpoint
My percussion to my senoritas everything on point
Reefer with the swisher blowin down till they can't reach us
Fog under door vision hazy can’t see us
Kill em from a distance no need to creep up
Paparazzi poppin girls rushin catchin seizures
Hundred-degree fever and they hearin greatness
Is you seein what it takes kid is you feelin what they playin
Like what these dudes sayin can't remember I was faded
Like these memories never stayin, I could never save em
Like why you fools hatin plus they sayin I won't make it
But I’m too far ahead I know my presence is waitin
Racin with time losin my mind feels too hard to find
Lookin for a little shine I bet they take it from me
You could tell I’m comin I thought you as never runnin
They better put the plug in and aim when they not lookin
Spot token all up in ya feelins that’s how I do it
You gotta feel the movement through it all remain the truest
Leakin on the cement and my heart beatin
Leavin the world fiendin shit I seen em all steamin
Plus I’m here for a reason I’m shittin on the defense
Jumpin from the deep end nigga its our season so I
Carry the team I think about the merrier things
So I married my dreams get out of the way homie
You actin obscene way before me an my niggas was packin the green
Shit we laughin at they team
Grindin hard on the scene man this shit ain't what it seems
And nothing should come between the love and the work
The stains on my shirt I gotta come in first
You lil niggas is hurt just take it for what its worth
My hands covered in dirt so much hunger and thirst
But I yearn for the struggle the tell me to keep it humble nigga
Yeah