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Clash - Tire Shop lyrics
[Hook]
 Just another day up in the tire shop
 Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay,
 Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked 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
 Fuckin' wid these killaz from South Parkway we the Hypnotize
 Claimin' motherfuckaz 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, fucked up
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 [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 motherfuckin' laws take care of our business
 and pick up some freaks, get 'em high and get out dick suck,Clash - Tire Shop - http://motolyrics.com/clash/tire-shop-lyrics.html
 down on Victor Street, turn the other cheek,
 Break neat, down the fuckin' street
 I gotta get the fuck 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
 [DJ Paul talkin']
 Yeah this DJ Paul in this motherfucka
 wid my nigga Gangsta B and the Three 6 Mafia muhfucka
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 [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 fuckin' track
 Tricks you got it lonely if it ain't Man and fuckin' Gangsta Blac
 All for one, one for all, hoe you shoulda fuckin' 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 fuckin' bone, when we go and get a bitch
 Eyes red as motherfuckin' 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 FUCKED UP!!
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