Tire Shop

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day awaken shakin' off that marijuana
Chokin' in the cut wid smoke in my gut, I'm feelin' how I wanna
Buy on a bag, I know Lil Man he got his beeper G
Meetin' up wid them damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the store and get some papers, nah a Swisher Sweet
Sweetly spread the dope up on the blunts and pass the shit to me
Lick it, break it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that bombin' hay
Inhale exhale Draky, Nardo, Sed and Dale is on the way
Checkin' on my traps because you bustas gots ta check it in
Strapped, wid the scar, it's my nigga Mr. Ibn
Yes, it's a must, that we let you know we sell, rocks
Fuckin' wid these killaz from South Parkway we done hypnotize
Plenty motherfuckaz, plenty bustas I know, wish they could
If ya down, throw the sign, see it and it's all good
Test my nuts, do me wrong, that's one slug in your gut
Just another day up at the tire shop chiefin' hay, fucked up

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Just another afternoon in May, I'm chiefin' hay
Talk shit and you might be another victim of the hit
Made by the fools in SPV
.45 Glock unloads from ya head to ya toe
Then come Lil Man unloadin' that n-zzz-ine from the darkness of the flo'
Son, never tryna but Gangsta B, rhymin' over these beats I make
Triple 6 Mafia niggas rollin' gotta shake and break
The motherfuckin' laws take care of our business and pick up some freaks
Get 'em high and get our dicks sucked down on Victor Street
Turn the other cheek, break neat, down the fuckin' street
I gotta get the fuck outta dodge before they beat me for my meat
Hooks a left on Parkway, fire up a bl-zzz-unt at Barton
As them bitches beeped me 304, I left 'em wid they pussies wet
Had some pistols and that dope across the street, in the grass
The 5-0's ridin' deep cause of some shit that happens in the past
Cruisin' in my Cut dog or my Chevy, niggas wid anna in my trunk
I'm smokin' skunk my niggas boomin' cause that tire shop track thumps

[DJ Paul talkin']
Yeah this DJ Paul in this motherfucka
Wid my nigga Gangsta B and the Three 6 Mafia muhfucka

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up

[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
Just awaken shaken off that hangover from night before
Me and Lil Man tried to kill ourselves wid tony and in-do
Up all night we strictly swangin' hubbers on the fuckin' track
Tricks you got it wrong if it ain't Man and fuckin' Gangsta Blac
All for one, one for all, hoe you shoulda fuckin' knew it
Just them same old hustlas to the game cause we grew up to it
Countin' up our dividends, time to get our chiefin' in
Time to holla at them twins, time to go get I.B.N
Rollin' up the papers, catch the vapors when I see a blunt
High as hell, can't you tell, now it's tony that I want
Beepin' up my nigga Slick and Cheese bring them bi pornos
Me and Lil Man got them keys, scopin' out the dirty hoes
Drop top to the fuckin' bone, when we go and get a bitch
Eyes red as motherfuckin' fire from that hay and shit
Test my nuts, do me wrong, that's two slugs in your guts
Just another day up at the tire shop and I'm chiefin' hay
So damn fucked up!!

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up