Tire Shop lyrics

Artist  : Gangsta Blac 
Song : Tire Shop



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 f/ DJ Paul



[Hook]

Just another day up in the tire shop

Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay,

Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up

(4x)



[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]

Just another day awaken shakin' off that
marijuana

Chokin' in the cut wid smoke in my gut I'm
feelin' high I wanna buy,

Want a bag I know Lil Nam he got his beeper G

Meetin' up wid them damn fools on Orleans we
smoke it easily

Fab went to the store and get some papers nah a
Swisher Sweet

Sweetly stretch 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

Scrap, wid the scar, it's my nigga Mr.I-B-N

Yes, it's a must, that we let you know we sell,
rocks

Fuckin' wid these killaz from South Parkway we
the Hypnotize

Claimin' motherfuckaz plenty bustas I know wish
they could,

Lick me 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



Hook (4x)



[Verse 2: DJ Paul]

Just another afternoon and me I'm chiefin'
hay

talk shit and you might be another victim of the
hit,

Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five glock
unloads,

From ya head to ya toe, then come lil man

I'm loadin' that ni-zine 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 out
dick suck,

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 bli-zine that
farness

Some bitches beeped me three or four I left 'em
wid they pussies wet

Had some pistols and that dope across the street,
in the grass

The five-Os ridin' deep because ah some shit that
happens in the past,

Cruisin' in my cut dog for 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



Hook(2x)



[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]

Just awaken shaken off that hangover from night
before

Me and Little Man tried to kill ourself wid tony
and in-do

Up all night we strictly swangin' hummers on the
fuckin' track

Tricks you got it lonely 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 out
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 Flick and Cheese bring them
bi pornos

Me and Lil Man got them cheese 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!!



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