Lyrics:
(Woah)
Let the ash fall in the tray
(Woah)
Let the chips fall where they may
(Woah)
Let the ash fall in the tray
(Woah)
(crisp), haters don't like it (like it)
Jacket full of trays (trays), gotta get my chips (chips)
manipulate your braud, put your chick on Craig List (List)
(crisp), haters don't like it (like it)
Jacket full of trays (trays), gotta get my chips (chips)
Manipulate your braud, put your chick on Craig List (List)
You can call me Tray Shawn
I got a chip on my shoulder the size of a large bolder
The ends almost near I’ll tell you it’s getting closer
So nowadays
The seeds in the rolling tray and the box with the poker chips
The roach in the roach clip with the leather and feathers
The bellbottoms and aqua net,
Jamaica, only leave the crib for some papers
Scissors cutting up the perfect piece of grabba, my tray is dirty
I stack my chips like I work the overnight
the chicken
And I ate all the chocolate, drank all the beer
I punched myself in the stomach, and ate a tray of tacos
With a mountain of chips, and a bowl
(Face)
Up late for days (Days)
Bitch I'm prestrict, okay? (Mula)
Needing crushed chips on trays (Sleezy)
I'm swindling while I'm grimacing
45 ready
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah man, let me holla at my nephew Tray-Deee
Nephew, I can't believe these motherfucking stupid ass bitches man
I done told em time
Intro: daz & (tray deee) talking
Let's get paid tray deee
(shit what else we gon' do? )
Hit this shit!
(fuck it, we're gonna go through wit it)
Eastsidaz, real riders
Throw it up like you know it up, throw it up
[Chorus (1): Tray Deee] + (Roger Troutman)
Throw it up, yeah (oooh ooooooh oooh, throw
Eastsidaz, real riders
Throw it up like you know it up, throw it up
[Chorus (1): Tray Deee] + (Roger Troutman)
Throw it up, yeah (oooh ooooooh oooh, throw
You steadily posting blicks im posted in the field
I'm getting chip i took the risk you must aint heard dissing get you killed
Remember all them days
yeah they be hatin' on the 3 Good Fellas
[Tray Deee]
Over-dosage of ferocious, WestCoast in effect
Bang straight gangsta shit, so you know it's on deck
[Chorus: Tray Deee]
I'm tired of that punk shit
Where niggaz claim to done, where they from and who run shit
I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop,
the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon' be my homie if I
that laws might get jealous
Hell yeah they be hatin' on the 3 Good Fellas
[Tray Deee]
Over-dosage of ferocious, West Coast in effect
Bang straight
I've been trippin' all day
Woke up ash tray's all grey
People think I've lost way
Truth is that I feel great
Life with no rules to violate
Guess I
I don't give a fuck about the past
Let it burn in my ash tray
Smoke up a pound make a dash
For the money like fast break
I got the gleam an the glitz
the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger
Fuck
had the time
I'd love to get skeezed
But I gotsta breeze, I'm in the 8 Tray reg-
Fire up the trees with my dogg H-Deez
Finna get the rest, up the D-P'z
Make him run
Take his gun
Rob that nigga den pay him none
Talk that shit you gone pay the fund
RIP tray we gone raise his son
Wish i was there im
crew
[Tray Deee]
Daz - ya gotsta ride for ya side just to be recognized
Ain't no busters up amongst us, straight do or die
Put my life on the line,
all tipes of niggaz that be payin for ma-dussy (bitch)
There go the cona girl, now post up
If you come back with no chips, yo gets slapped up
I might
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