Turf Talk , E-40 - I Got Chips lyrics

I'm the real deal in the hood for real
Ride seven-deuces, put 'em on dudes' nooses
(Chipped up
Chipped up) Put 'em on deep fishes
(Chipped up, chipped up) Every day of
The week is Christmas
We the bad guys, in them fast tires
Errytime I turn around we
Gotta buy some tires (Errr)
Bread's two hunnids, we been doin' that
(Been doin' that)
That's the main thang, we been screwin' that
(Ha ha ha)
(Chipped up, chipped up) Broke ain't the word
Keep the bank account in my front
Pocket in case I splurr (Swish)
I'm still the packagе
So they expect thе most for me
(Expect the most for me)
Ask Turf, he brought the West back for me
(He brought the West back for me)


I love cognac, love cannabis
Or I'll do it to the bones and my black flesh
(Black flesh)
Soon as I get money, I'ma spend that shit
(Spend that shit)
I told you niggas I got chips! (Chips)

Ride two-two's, deep-dish, with the lip
Big face, stacked up, my money clipped
Pants sagged, gettin' dough, so don't trip
I told you niggas I got CHIPS! (CHIPS)
My redbone super thick, with the hips
Buy the bar, I'm a star, I don't trip
Two straps on my lap with the clip
I told you niggas I got CHIPS! (CHIPS)

Ooh - Give 'em a lil' bit of time and
Then we'll be bumpin' this outta the state
Twenty years from now
They could be pullin' a vinyl out the crate
So they can sample and recreate
Re-enact to make a remix
What they do to all the
Great rappers within the Bay?
Right now I'm kinda high
Chewin' on this hemp cake manage 'til I die
Built for the air and grand grave
I feel like I can fly, seven-deuce muscle
Old-school Oldsmobiles out here in the Yay
We put speakers in the car grills
Push bricks in heels
Slide low on hard wheels
Dope deals and pills, so we can pay our bills
The hood smell like death
The street look like roadkill
It ain't many left, it's mo' fake than real
Brothers left on this Earth
They'd lock a bar in a hearse
We be hustlin'
Servin' that work and talkin' on chirps
Money long like train smoke
223 in my pin code most know that the scheme
Slow, got chips pimpin', we ain't broke

Ride two-two's, deep-dish, with the lip
Big face, stacked up, my money clipped
Pants sagged, gettin' dough, so don't trip
I told you niggas I got CHIPS! (CHIPS)
My redbone super thick, with the hips
Buy the bar, I'm a star, I don't trip
Two straps on my lap with the clip
I told you niggas I got CHIPS! (CHIPS)

I'm chipped up to tall my whip up
Man, I coon, I'm not a rapper
I just stay on tune
(Chipped up, chipped up) yeah
I like to floss a lot
I like to buy things you know, cost a lot
(Chipped up, chipped up) Center of attention
My 26-inch rims lift my suspensions
(You see that?) new rimmers, fly hoes
Keeped it all in my jeans
'cause my wallets won't close (Papered up)
Walk around in metal detectors we love
We all real hood, know my face up
Sucka, I stone-pour it somethin' special
Money come fast where the pistol at you
(Booyah) stay off money, just to scrimmage
Keep goin' and goin' like our money's in this
(Money's in this)
Look bitch, I'm rich (Bitch, I'm rich)
I told you niggas I got chips! (Chips)

Ride two-two's, deep-dish, with the lip
Big face, stacked up, my money clipped
Pants sagged, gettin' dough, so don't trip
I told you niggas I got CHIPS! (CHIPS)
My redbone super thick, with the hips
Buy the bar, I'm a star, I don't trip
Two straps on my lap with the clip
I told you niggas I got CHIPS! (CHIPS)

I got chips, I got chips (yeah)
I got chips, I got chips (yeah)
I got chips, I got chips (yeah)
I got chips, I got chips (Chips, chips)
I got chips, I got chips
(I got chips, I got chips, chips, chips)
I got chips, I got chips
(I got chips, I got chips, chips, chips)
I got chips, I got chips
(I got chips, I got chips, chips, chips)
I got chips, I got chips, nigga
(I got chips, I got chips, chips, chips)

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