Jibbs, Lil Wayne, Yung Joc - Chain Hang Low (Interstate Trafficking 3) lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jibbs, Lil Wayne, Yung Joc - Chain Hang Low Interstate Trafficking 3 lyrics]
Aight, public service announcement
If your chain hang low
Then you a certified stunna a certified boss
Yung Joc, Jibbs drop that hook, let's go
Beasta!
Do your chain hang low?
Do it wobble to the floor?
Do it shine in the light?
Is it platinum, is it gold?
Could you through it over your shoulder
If ya hot, it make ya cold?
Do yo chain hang low?
If the chain don't hang low, hot
It ain't lying
You can call me MJ 'cause it got hang time
Fruity Pebbles around my neck, yeah
Blue and yellpw dimes
Like I robbed Roger Rabbit for these carrots
I ain't lying gucci linking
Got them blinking V-S ones twinkle twinking
Draped up, dripped out hoes see it, flip out
What they call a chunk
Of change? People, too
I'm chalked full of cain
There's no need to ask who I be
At the end of my chain that's my name
Do your chain hang low?
Do it wobble to the floor?
Do it shine in the light?
Is it platinum, is it gold?
Could you through it over your shoulder
If ya hot, it make ya cold?
Do yo chain hang low?
Look, I'm the shit
I should walk around with Pampers on me
Caked up
As you walk around with candles on me
Plazma screen ear rings, no channels on em
Them niggas hitting like nails
With hammers on 'em
And my bitches always acting like
The cameras on 'em
Ice grill hundred thousand dollar
Gramma on 'em and if you plavin we're gonna
Put pajamas on 'em
'cause I will put 'em to sleep nyquil i feel
My chain tough I know push through up a leva
I know it's hard i know I'm raw
I'm well respected, like a bear claw
Them diamonds clear, like Smirnoff
Them diamonds big, like than deirdoff
Sure I'm a weirdo, but got a lot of gwap
My jurys nsync, see how they came through
Sitting on them things, that's
Higher then my age and a big kid gonna do
Mo numbers then yellow pages
Yeah I spit the heat
So I can go on and get your chest warm
'cause the kid's been stacking green
Longer then grass for 'em
My whole stroke is mean
So by the time I'm 18
I'm flowing sicker then a Muslim
Who ate poke ad bean and I got 2 floor
So that means it's double plush
My chain hang low then a rope
That's made for double dutch
Youngaz in the gang stick it's chain
Then I'm ripping things
The charm just flipping things
My neck could hardly lift the thing
Most expensive chain
And still got change look at jock and Wayne
Rich in mind man I'm hot
Diamond key with a platinum lock!
Do your chain hang low?
Do it wobble to the floor?
Do it shine in the light?
Is it platinum, is it gold?
Could you through it over your shoulder
If ya hot, it make ya cold?
Do yo chain hang low?
If your chain hang low
Then you a certified stunna a certified boss
Yung Joc, Jibbs drop that hook, let's go
Beasta!
Do your chain hang low?
Do it wobble to the floor?
Do it shine in the light?
Is it platinum, is it gold?
Could you through it over your shoulder
If ya hot, it make ya cold?
Do yo chain hang low?
If the chain don't hang low, hot
It ain't lying
You can call me MJ 'cause it got hang time
Fruity Pebbles around my neck, yeah
Blue and yellpw dimes
Like I robbed Roger Rabbit for these carrots
I ain't lying gucci linking
Got them blinking V-S ones twinkle twinking
Draped up, dripped out hoes see it, flip out
What they call a chunk
Of change? People, too
I'm chalked full of cain
There's no need to ask who I be
At the end of my chain that's my name
Do your chain hang low?
Do it wobble to the floor?
Do it shine in the light?
Is it platinum, is it gold?
Could you through it over your shoulder
If ya hot, it make ya cold?
Do yo chain hang low?
Look, I'm the shit
I should walk around with Pampers on me
Caked up
As you walk around with candles on me
Plazma screen ear rings, no channels on em
Them niggas hitting like nails
With hammers on 'em
And my bitches always acting like
The cameras on 'em
Ice grill hundred thousand dollar
Gramma on 'em and if you plavin we're gonna
Put pajamas on 'em
'cause I will put 'em to sleep nyquil i feel
My chain tough I know push through up a leva
I know it's hard i know I'm raw
I'm well respected, like a bear claw
Them diamonds clear, like Smirnoff
Them diamonds big, like than deirdoff
Sure I'm a weirdo, but got a lot of gwap
My jurys nsync, see how they came through
Sitting on them things, that's
Higher then my age and a big kid gonna do
Mo numbers then yellow pages
Yeah I spit the heat
So I can go on and get your chest warm
'cause the kid's been stacking green
Longer then grass for 'em
My whole stroke is mean
So by the time I'm 18
I'm flowing sicker then a Muslim
Who ate poke ad bean and I got 2 floor
So that means it's double plush
My chain hang low then a rope
That's made for double dutch
Youngaz in the gang stick it's chain
Then I'm ripping things
The charm just flipping things
My neck could hardly lift the thing
Most expensive chain
And still got change look at jock and Wayne
Rich in mind man I'm hot
Diamond key with a platinum lock!
Do your chain hang low?
Do it wobble to the floor?
Do it shine in the light?
Is it platinum, is it gold?
Could you through it over your shoulder
If ya hot, it make ya cold?
Do yo chain hang low?