Lyrics:
a woodchuck could chuck wood
Then you might be down up on your luck
Bad little bitch wanna talk about me
Eyes up in the back just in case I gotta see
Shitty old
West Coast, it's time to stand up nigga
We gon' unite 'round this motherfucker one time
I'm callin' every real Crip nigga
And every real be-Dogg,
The almighty E-A-Ski track
Cook it up
Yeah
Raised a man, bake a man, roll that dough
Smokin' on a Swisha, bloody as a butcher
Cut you in two
got the drive
Bang got the talent to change the game overnight
Chuck got the hits on hits that's on my life
Nah Chuck got the hits on hits lets up
Don't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm, I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked means you're better off
let 'em run
Hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked
Means you're better off dead
I
a come up
let a N*** run up
guns start swinging like a nun chuck
what you know about grinding to the sun up
trying to get your ones up
got to stay down
of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick
yellow on my neck Chuck E. Cheese bright
Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe?
What it be like?
If a nigga act up, got the piece right
its obvious somebody has been all up in my home
In my bed, and plus I smell cigarettes
Now and sniffin and lookin around
Suspicious like someone's
pick up the sticks
To build my foundation and fortify it
Chuck a foul on nigga
Fuck around when a nigga
Calling out all the niggas Yeah
(Aye yeah)
the chucks on the dance floor
Rip it up
Rip it up
Rip it up
She wears Black Chucks on her feet
And an angel on her shoulder
Wears her heart upon her sleeve
She feels better when she's sober
And if it were up
somebody's been all up in my home
In my bed, and plus I smell cigarettes
Now I'm sniffin and lookin around
Suspicious like someone's here
Then i looked in her
tofu
9th grade I done told you
Got my money up and I showed you
What y'all album lacks is more Chuck Strangers
Shit deep, we the team to beat
Tryna make
If you're ever up a tree, phone to me.
If you're ever down a well, ring my bell.
If you ever lose your teeth, and you're out to dine... borrow
I can't even sleep
Can I bring the heat up
I'm riding this beat
Where's my mamacita
I've been dying to meet ya
My haters got sore feet cause they're
Down son, go down son
Don’t rise up no more
Down son, go down son
Don’t rise up no more
If you rise up in the morning
Bring that judgement
If you're ever up a tree, phone to me.
If you're ever down a well, ring my bell.
If you ever lose your teeth, and you're out to dine... borrow
Verse 1: Chuck D
All I want to do is get paid back
For all that time I spent in the back
Livin' in shacks, fillin' up sacks of cotton
Now it's
Hey yo, Chuck, yo the world if sleepin', G
We got to wake everybody up yo
Hey yo, it's goin' down, baby
Let everybody know how it's goin' down,
"all of y'all asses crazy,
Let me up out this door", cause this is way
More than I bargained for,
And then she says wait,
I'm sure we can all fix
ever up a tree, phone to me.
If you're ever down a well, ring my bell.
If you ever lose your teeth, and you're out to dine, borrow mine.
It's
If you're ever up a tree, phone to me.
If you're ever down a well, ring my bell.
If you ever lose your teeth, and you're out to dine... borrow
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