Chris Travis
CHIEF {1997}
[Verse: Chris Travis]
Hit the fucking corner store
Watching my rear views spotting fuck n***as
Cause you know they try and kill you
Don't ask for shit but for you to keep it trill fool
Riding down Lemark with my bitch on the wheel fool
Hit the strip club and throw the whole bill fool
Bucking, fucking, ducking, sipping on that Robitussin
Slidin' through my n***a apartment
Just to pick up that green substance
Lucky my n***a show me love
Threw me a fat sack of that purple sour stuff
It's all good so fuck it, my n***a keep it jumping
He also get to dumping, if you n***as acting funny
You n***as get to running, bitch we cause a homicide
A n***a said 3 words now his ass paralyzed
Don't fuck with them guys, try and seek a better life
H pills and Oxycontin took them n***as fucking minds
Higher than a bitch brain gone like I'm Frankenstein
Smoking on that 8th of purple grape vines
Imported straight from the fucking Funkytown
Get the bitch high and take her to the Devil's Playground, bitch

[Outro: Chris Travis & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Chiefin' a quarter pound of pot, in the left with the Glock cocked
Chiefin' a quarter pound of pot, in the left with the Glock cocked
Chiefin' a quarter pound of pot (In the left with the Glock cocked)
Chiefin' a quarter pound a pot, in my lap with the Glock cocked, for the n***as-