| Guess who’s back in the motherfucking house
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| But this time we want the bricks nigga, then we out
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| And if he don’t comply, nigga blow his brains out
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| My whole family banged out so I went the same route
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| Moving birds down south, me and my niggas
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| Trapping on the block till the fed’s come get us
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| Mellow young guy, grew up listening to Dilla
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| But don’t get it fucked up, I still trip a nigga
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| Never had a father figure, I grew up in these streets
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| Straight G, keep a heater, never getting cold feet
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| Known to get it cracking so the homie’s love me
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| So whenever it’s action, know they riding for me
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| Snitch niggas get they fucking mama chip
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| Rising to prominence you other niggas counterfeit
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| Swing a punch, I got a forty-five to counter it
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| That’s what you get for starting shit, you on the corners counting split
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| Never gon' change
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| Still be that same motherfucker from the gang
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| Chilling with my niggas and you know they rep the same
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| Serving bricks, getting money, all my niggas gang bang
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| Motherfucker and we 'bout it
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| Masked up, hammer tucked, down to bust
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| Looking for a nigga while I’m blowing on this cannibus
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| Catch you niggas slipping, cock it back and do him scandalous
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| Toting big choppers, A.I. |
| with the handles bruh' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chipper Jones , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones EP Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп