Tytuł: Stack Yo Chips

• Wykonawca: Mystikal
• Wyświetleń: 215

(Ughhhhhh)
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
  
  [Mystikal]
  I'm movin too fast, doing to much for these niggas
  Hum bro
  I get paid to leave the house sideways
  Bitch stickn out, what
  I can take it without quessn'
  You the mutha fuckin coward
  And I'm the big bad wolf nigga
  And I'm coming to devoiour
  Aint nuthin better than money
  Sex and the power
  Oh how I love to be on top of the power
  Fuck
  I got it to go wit it, clownish
  out dat back cuttin up telly to telly bouncn'
  I got 5 women, 4 cars
  3 homes and 2 apartments
  A rolex, 10 leather jackets,
  And 20 pair of Michael Jordans
  All in it, front and back wheels spinnin
  I might not bid to you
  But I'm the shit in the city
  Street things, represent the real no lim
  Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skin
  The way I drop
  Bitch gotta feel them
  I'm that close
  Try to stop me from gettn' it
  
  (Ughhhhhh)
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
  
  [C-Murder]
  I make a million dollar dream become reallity without a doubt
  I get paid for every rhyme coming out my mouth
  And gangsta rap pays the bills so I represent it
  And who we be,
  Some soldiers down that no limit
  My young thugs love to get high off of my lyrics
  I have em' tweakn'
  Possessed like an evil spirit
  We on the rise,
  But labeled as them bad guys
  We're family tied,
  And run like the enterprize
  Fool is you legal,
  But bugs is segal
  This aint no sequil,
  You damn sure not my equal
  And playa haters don't last too long
  a million muthafuckas with my disc
  Sittin at they home
  My edvasaries is slowly being put to death
  I catch em gaspin
  And trying to breathe
  They last breath
  I mean you reaching for the stars
  But you cant grip
  I told ya, get yo paper nigga
  Stack yo chips.
  
  (Ughhhhhh)
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
  Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
  Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters