Lyrics Chip tha Ripper

Chip tha Ripper

UnderDogs

Them nigga who was popping

Just ain't got it no mo

The UnderDogs done stole the show

I'm fresh off the bench, in the game

I'm bout to shit on these niggas and leave a stain

Make sure they know what's up

Make sure they know my name

The times done changed, shit ain't the same

The nigga with too many odds against still prevails

Dog I had bad luck since I was twelve

It's about time that shit starts to wear off

I'm on deck

If you ain't hip to Chip

Well dog that's your loss, I'm all set

When we get high, we do it to survive

Not to seem cool, gotta massage the mind

I'm not tryna play y'all game

I go by my own rules

Effortless and extra fresh

You had your time, you old news

If magazines don't write about Chip

They showing how out of the loop they is

They dumbasses, but masses

Don't wanna here all that stupid shit

People decide who the shit

I really do this shit

If you thought I was a freshman

Then you must never been to my crib

We living it up, but they say life not fair

Gs in my hood

Spent they whole life right there

Meanwhile we in Amsterdam

Cannabis Cup, We vaporizing

Passport stamped up

Hope your brain is synchronizing

We road tripping in that Benz

Bumping that Big L shit

So many blunts is already rolled

And so many blunts is already lit

Word

I got no Ls and no insurance

And there go the police

Damn, looks like they coming for us

Life is tough I got endurance

No complaints from me at all

I just rode the bench

And kept it humble

Now I gotta ball

I'm a modern day Jim Brown

Touchdown for six points

Post game celebration

Then I make my dick point

At yo bitch, then insert

Then she scream, Then she squirt

Then she dip, and she bout to be

Two hours late from work

I don't pay these hoes, of course

No emotion, no remorse

Cause if I wasn't doing this

Then my life would be way much worse

No hoes, no clothes, no cars, no shows

Used to work at Taco Bell

Got my first check, and then I quit

And told them go to hell

Spazmatic, Assmatic

Fuck you I could do no wrong

Where them hoes, pack the bongs

Let this real shit live on

Yo them niggas who was cool

Just ain't cool no mo

The UnderDogs done stole the show

My niggas copped the fully loaded Porsche truck for the low

That shit was like copping a pair of tennis shoes

We could go

I got that crib on the lake

Red leather couches

Everything recline

And we ain't got no roaches

I'm moving on up, them girls wanna fuck

They way we living you would probably think I made this up

Bitch I'm off in the cut

I don't say too much

I observe, puff the herb

I'm not giving a fuck

Bout what you got to say

Cause we live up everyday

You niggas tryna keep in touch

I think that shit is gay

Study yourself

Get your own

Be the realest

Live by logic and reasons

And not by emotions and feelings

Vaporizer we get high

Pretty close to them ceilings

I'm forty-foot ceilings

I'm tryna make a killing