Tire Shop Gangsta Blac (Ft. DJ Paul)

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up in the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day awaken shakin' off that marijuana
Chokin' in the cut with smoke in my gut, I'm feelin' how I wanna
Buy on a bag, I know Lil Man he got his beeper G
Meetin' up with them damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the store and get some papers, nah a Swisher Sweet
Sweetly spread 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
Strapped, with the scar, it's my nigga Mr. Ibn
Yes, it's a must, that we let you know we sell, rocks
Fuckin' wid these killaz from South Parkway we done hypnotize
Plenty motherfuckaz, plenty bustas I know, wish they could
If ya 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, fucked up