I Got Chips Turf Talk (Ft. E-40)

[Verse 1: Turf Talk]
I'm the real deal in the hood for real
Ride seven-deuces, put 'em on dudes' nooses
(Chipped up, chipped up) Put 'em on deep fishes
(Chipped up, chipped up) Every day of the week is Christmas
We the bad guys, in them fast tires
Errytime I turn around we gotta buy some tires (Errr!)
Bread's two-hunnids, we been doin' that (Been doin' that!)
That's the main thang, we been screwin' that (Hahaha!)
(Chipped up, chipped up) Broke ain't the word
Keep the bank account in my front pocket in case I splurr (Swish!)
I'm still the packagе, so they expect thе most for me (Expect the most for me)
Ask Turf, he brought the West back for me (He brought the West back for me!)
I love cognac, love cannabis
Or I'll do it to the bones and my black flesh (Black flesh)
Soon as I get money, I'ma spend that shit (Spend that shit)
I told you niggas I got chips! (Chips!)

[Chorus: Stresmatic]
Ride two-two's, deep-dish, with the lip
Big face, stacked up, my money clipped
Pants sagged, gettin' dough, so don't trip
I told you niggas I got CHIPS! (CHIPS!)
My redbone super thick, with the hips
Buy the bar, I'm a star, I don't trip
Two straps on my lap with the clip
I told you niggas I got CHIPS! (CHIPS!)