Chipper Jones II lyrics

by

Vince Staples


[Monologue: Joey Fatts]
It all started summer '06
Jordan High School, Long Beach, California
Young bad ass n*gga
Just tryin' to earn stripes and make a name

[Intro: Joey Fatts, Principal & (Friend)]
sh*t, what you 'bout to get into, bro?
([?])
Man, I don't think I'm goin'
(sh*t, me either, man)
All right man, ay, hit me later though
(Yeah, hey you still smoking weed?)
Oh yeah, for sure, [?]
Mr. Jones!
Yeah
My office, right now
Man, f*ck
Where have you been first and second period?
I've been in class
Never mind, I know where you been
I've seen you pull up to school with them guys
I know them, they're nothing but trouble!
You know what we're gonna do? Call your mom
You're suspended for two days for excessive truancy
[Verse: Joey Fatts]
I'ma suffer in the afterlife
Short-tempered n*gga, never got my manners right
I remember them nights we slept by the candle light
Stomach growling, smelling my neighbors cookin' Spanish rice
Couldn't pay the bills but we purchased steel
[?] pistols make a n*gga p*ss in his pants for real
Coke utensils, detrimental to get our pockets filled
All my n*ggas run the field like a soccer drill
This that wake music, shoot him in the face music
Ain't no love in these streets, you slip and we spray cupid
Ridin' on enemies and n*ggas who play foolish
Gunpowder thick, my block got a taste to it, ridin', cruisin'
Wear the heater in my polo sweater
Hit 'em up with Berettas, squeeze and don't let up
My n*ggas never heard of peace ‘cause Meta never met us
Leave him holy like priests escorted on a stretcher
Push the block like London Fletcher
Down for whatever since a n*gga came out the womb
Boxes and tools, present a pine box to you
Don't need a jump shot to shoot
Pull up in the whip and I'll pop your crew
I want the money, if he got it, I'm into his home
Clutch the chrome, treating beef like Sylvester Stallone
Spray his ass like his favorite cologne
[?] with that chopper, b*tch, I think I'm Chipper Jones
[Outro: Joey Fatts]
Hello?
Ayo, what's good, n*gga?
sh*t, I got f*ckin' suspended from school and sh*t for two days
Mom's tripping and sh*t, she tryna put me out and sh*t
But I got like 1.50 if you tryna piece up on a quarter piece and sh*t
I'ma be on the block, you get at me
All right
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