| Good evening everybody
|
| I like to welcome y’all to the 'Go
|
| But let me warn you
|
| Before I take you on this trip
|
| Keep your mothafuckin head straight
|
| And your bitch better not have no purse
|
| Let’s go
|
| Oh so pumpis now laid back may back and the top is down
|
| They use to say that I was a awkward child
|
| Made it hard for my pops to smile
|
| 'Cause I was blocked by
|
| What you know about the city lights, top down blow tree
|
| Feel the breeze throught the city night
|
| The 23s got me sittin right
|
| The Cartier’s on my sleeve, Frankie Bs got em fittin tight
|
| We quick to get up when it bust down
|
| But see its G’s round here so nigga please do not fuck round
|
| This for my niggas up in Bucktown, you know the business
|
| Every fifteen minutes you gotta duck down
|
| We send it up then we slide out
|
| But if a nigga wanna fuck wit my nigga we finna grime out
|
| I tryin to tell you what the Chi about
|
| 'Cause ain’t no city like my city
|
| We be ridin rollin rollin ridin it crazy
|
| We smoking sippin sippin smokin baby
|
| We be ridin smokin sippin pimpin baby
|
| I know you feelin me now
|
| This is how we do it in Chi-c-a-go
|
| And we dont kick it on the late no more
|
| Ain’t no parties in the hood, we dont skate no more
|
| See err’body wanna chase the dough, I sip Bacardi
|
| With a shot of strawberries so i taste the dro
|
| I lay back and then I blow the haze
|
| One for my niggas who were here before but are gone today
|
| Dumpin out liquor, takin shots to make it go away
|
| Down on my note ready to go 'cause I don’t wanna stay
|
| I’m on my way and i hope somebody call me back
|
| Or maybe i do it for my nigga, G, baller, scrapper
|
| 'Cause when you look up in the sky you know he smiling at ya
|
| This windy city got that Reaper steady coming at ya
|
| But that’s a common factor, we set it up and then we slide out
|
| 'Cause if a nigga wanna fuck with my nigga we finna grime out 'Cause ain’t no
|
| city like my city, you either with me or ride out
|
| We be ridin rollin rollin ridin it crazy
|
| We smoking sippin sippin smokin baby
|
| We be ridin smokin sippin pimpin baby
|
| I know you feelin me now
|
| This is how we do it in Chi-c-a-go
|
| And i remember rappin in staircases clappin them 12 gauges
|
| Stackin them big faces praying to god i made it
|
| My life is so funny mo drama mo money
|
| So now they see me off that remy gettin so scumm
|
| Reproduction, most of my niggas facin life or they on they way
|
| Depending on what I’m makin
|
| So now you see yourself real baby girl
|
| And I hope you ain’t trying to bring it here baby girl
|
| 'Cause uh, this ain’t my occupation, this just a fuckin hobby
|
| Half of y’all bitches waited on my album just to copy
|
| But you sloppy and your verses will never top me
|
| A real lyricist and you bitches is carbon-copy
|
| Now producers wanna give me the boot
|
| 'Cause they know I spit the truth
|
| And I can fuck they bitches up in the booth
|
| But they still see me lettin it loose
|
| See i make em feel the juice like a hundred-proof
|
| And the hook goes
|
| We be ridin rollin rollin ridin it crazy
|
| We smoking sippin sippin smokin baby
|
| We be ridin smokin sippin pimpin baby
|
| I know you feelin me now
|
| This is how we do it in Chi-c-a-go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In Tha Chi , by - Shawnna. Song from the album Block Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп