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Chip Tha Ripper

Check Please

 

Check Please

(Album: The Cleveland Show - 2009)


I just

I just want to be, Fly.
And pay no mind to these niggas coming up to me asking me about mine.
That's why, I keep the louis frames on my nose
And, I, keep that polo man on my clothes.
If I was dead and they recollected
Why he don't rock a necklace but fresher than you expected
Damn, why is you asking him all these questions?
Can't he chill for a second?
Naw, he'll get your message, on myspace.
Get your little jimmy neutron head ass out of my face
Unless you got cake
And you tryna put it in my H
A N D
If not, gimme dap, say hey, then leave
Or neither one of them options
I'm from where you say hello, the just look at you, keep walking
Somebody call for my valet parking
Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in
Cleveland.

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in cleveland.

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in cleveland.

2 gun clips, 216

A nigga be fresh
Ahead of the rest
But nevertheless
I'm dealing with stress

Cause niggas is phony
Fuck' a new homie
Rather be lonely
Niggas can't slow me
Down

Or stop me
Me and my posse
Keeping it humble
We never stumble

I'm from the jungle
No they don't jump you
They'd rather kill you
Nah we don't feel you

Fuck an emotion, niggas is broke
With nothing to lose except they freedom
Taking they chances
Looking for answers
Look in they pockets, yeah, we gon need em
90 percent of these rappers is whack and out here in Cleveland we don't believe em.

Being real is like a talent, most don't have, they never had it
We been had it, reefer addicts
SLAB E.N.T, where dreams can happen

DAMN

Daydreaming this whole verse
Sitting here at this restaurant
Now I'm full, waiter comes up and asks
"Is anything else you want"

Just respect, just the check,
Please
Now we leaving
Gave the waiter a tip
I wrote stay out of the dark in Cleveland

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in Cleveland.

Hold on, you did what?

Gave the waitress a tip, I said stay out of the dark in Cleveland.

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