CHIEF {1997} lyrics

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

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