Tire Shop Lyrics - Dj Paul

(Hook) 

Just another day up in the tire shop 

Chiefin' hay, f**ked up, chiefin' hay, 

Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, f**ked up 

(4x) 

(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 

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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 

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(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