Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tire Shop, artist - DJ Paul. Date of issue: 11.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tire Shop |
| Just another day up in the tire shop |
| Chiefin' hay, f**ked up, chiefin' hay, |
| Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f**ked 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' 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 |
| F**kin' wid these killaz from South Parkway we the Hypnotize |
| Claimin' motherf**kaz 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, f**ked 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 motherf**kin' 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 f**kin' street |
| I gotta get the f**k 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 motherf**ka |
| wid my nigga Gangsta B and the Three 6 Mafia muhf**ka |
| 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 f**kin' track |
| Tricks you got it lonely if it ain’t Man and f**kin' Gangsta Blac |
| All for one, one for all, hoe you shoulda f**kin' 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 f**kin' bone, when we go and get a bitch |
| Eyes red as motherf**kin' 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 F**KED UP! |
| Hook |