Tire Shop lyrics

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked 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 sh*t 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 n*gga Mr. Ibn
Yes, it's a must, that we let you know we sell, rocks
f*ckin' wid these killaz from South Parkway we done hypnotize
Plenty motherf*ckaz, 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, f*cked up
[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Just another afternoon in May, I'm chiefin' hay
Talk sh*t 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 n*ggas rollin' gotta shake and break
The motherf*ckin' laws take care of our business and pick up some freaks
Get 'em high and get our di*ks sucked down on Victor Street
Turn the other cheek, break neat, down the f*ckin' street
I gotta get the f*ck outta dodge before they beat me for my meat
Hooks a left on Parkway, fire up a bl-zzz-unt at Barton
As them b*tches 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 sh*t that happens in the past
Cruisin' in my Cut dog or my Chevy, n*ggas wid anna in my trunk
I'm smokin' skunk my n*ggas boomin' cause that tire shop track thumps
[DJ Paul talkin']
Yeah this DJ Paul in this motherf*cka
Wid my n*gga Gangsta B and the Three 6 Mafia muhf*cka

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked 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 f*ckin' track
Tricks you got it wrong if it ain't Man and f*ckin' Gangsta Blac
All for one, one for all, hoe you shoulda f*ckin' 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 n*gga Slick and Cheese bring them bi pornos
Me and Lil Man got them keys, scopin' out the dirty hoes
Drop top to the f*ckin' bone, when we go and get a b*tch
Eyes red as motherf*ckin' fire from that hay and sh*t
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 f*cked up!!
[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, f*cked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f*cked up