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Joey Fatts – Chipper Jones II lyrics
[Monologue: Joey Fatts]
It all started summer '06
Jordan High School, Long Beach, California
Young bad ass nigga
Just tryin' to earn stripes and make a name
[Intro: Joey Fatts, Principal & (Friend)]
Shit, what you 'bout to get into, bro?
([?])
Man, I don't think I'm goin'
(Shit, me either, man)
All right man, ay, hit me later though
(Yeah, hey you still smoking weed?)
Oh yeah, for sure, [?]
Mr. Jones!
Yeah
My office, right now
Man, fuck
Where have you been first and second period?
I've been in class
Never mind, I know where you been
I've seen you pull up to school with them guys
I know them, they're nothing but trouble!
You know what we're gonna do? Call your mom
You're suspended for two days for excessive truancy
[Verse: Joey Fatts]
I'ma suffer in the afterlife
Short-tempered nigga, never got my manners right
I remember them nights we slept by the candle light
Stomach growling, smelling my neighbors cookin' Spanish rice
Couldn't pay the bills but we purchased steel
[?] pistols make a nigga piss in his pants for real
Coke utensils, detrimental to get our pockets filled
All my niggas run the field like a soccer drill
This that wake music, shoot him in the face music
Ain't no love in these streets, you slip and we spray cupid
Ridin' on enemies and niggas who play foolish
Gunpowder thick, my block got a taste to it, ridin', cruisin'
Wear the heater in my polo sweater
Hit 'em up with Berettas, squeeze and don't let up
My niggas never heard of peace ‘cause Meta never met us
Leave him holy like priests escorted on a stretcher
Push the block like London Fletcher
Down for whatever since a nigga came out the womb
Boxes and tools, present a pine box to you
Don't need a jump shot to shoot
Pull up in the whip and I'll pop your crew
I want the money, if he got it, I'm into his home
Clutch the chrome, treating beef like Sylvester Stallone
Spray his ass like his favorite cologne
[?] with that chopper, bitch, I think I'm Chipper Jones
[Outro: Joey Fatts]
Hello?
Ayo, what's good, nigga?
Shit, I got fuckin' suspended from school and shit for two days
Mom's tripping and shit, she tryna put me out and shit
But I got like 1.50 if you tryna piece up on a quarter piece and shit
I'ma be on the block, you get at me
All right
It all started summer '06
Jordan High School, Long Beach, California
Young bad ass nigga
Just tryin' to earn stripes and make a name
[Intro: Joey Fatts, Principal & (Friend)]
Shit, what you 'bout to get into, bro?
([?])
Man, I don't think I'm goin'
(Shit, me either, man)
All right man, ay, hit me later though
(Yeah, hey you still smoking weed?)
Oh yeah, for sure, [?]
Mr. Jones!
Yeah
My office, right now
Man, fuck
Where have you been first and second period?
I've been in class
Never mind, I know where you been
I've seen you pull up to school with them guys
I know them, they're nothing but trouble!
You know what we're gonna do? Call your mom
You're suspended for two days for excessive truancy
[Verse: Joey Fatts]
I'ma suffer in the afterlife
Short-tempered nigga, never got my manners right
I remember them nights we slept by the candle light
Stomach growling, smelling my neighbors cookin' Spanish rice
Couldn't pay the bills but we purchased steel
[?] pistols make a nigga piss in his pants for real
Coke utensils, detrimental to get our pockets filled
All my niggas run the field like a soccer drill
This that wake music, shoot him in the face music
Ain't no love in these streets, you slip and we spray cupid
Ridin' on enemies and niggas who play foolish
Gunpowder thick, my block got a taste to it, ridin', cruisin'
Wear the heater in my polo sweater
Hit 'em up with Berettas, squeeze and don't let up
My niggas never heard of peace ‘cause Meta never met us
Leave him holy like priests escorted on a stretcher
Push the block like London Fletcher
Down for whatever since a nigga came out the womb
Boxes and tools, present a pine box to you
Don't need a jump shot to shoot
Pull up in the whip and I'll pop your crew
I want the money, if he got it, I'm into his home
Clutch the chrome, treating beef like Sylvester Stallone
Spray his ass like his favorite cologne
[?] with that chopper, bitch, I think I'm Chipper Jones
[Outro: Joey Fatts]
Hello?
Ayo, what's good, nigga?
Shit, I got fuckin' suspended from school and shit for two days
Mom's tripping and shit, she tryna put me out and shit
But I got like 1.50 if you tryna piece up on a quarter piece and shit
I'ma be on the block, you get at me
All right
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