Текст песни E-A-Ski f Boss Hogg, CPO - A Bag of Chips
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(Intro: Boss Hogg)(*eating a bag of chips*)Shit, niggas is hungry in this motherfuckerI`m talkin` about for a bag of chips youknowhatI`msayin` dog? I don`t think you doNigga I ain`t talkin` bout Bruffells niggaI ain`t talkin` about Pringles, Doritos or Freedos niggaI`m talkin` about a bag of chips, oh you don`t know what I`m talkin` about?(Yo Boss make it Hogg, run it down like dat there)(CPO)I`m in this mode to gettin` a code - infra-redI bust legal presidents - preferrably deadI`ve examined my financal situation and found shitI`m incredibly grose, fuck it, it`s goin` downI, investigate the blue prints of the plotTo eliminate inferral incidents of me gettin` gotDouble check the plan it appears unflossedSo with that lettin` your Benz commence there`s loadsJump in a ride, and it gets on to the designatedSpot got the glock, cock `em highly motivatedKick in the door, lettin` all the niggas try to fleeYou guess correct, this is a robberyDon`t nothin` move the money as I engage in theftStick the cash in the sack, exit stays leftUm, police lookin` for the description who fitsFat black motherfucker with big ass bag of chips(Chorus: CPO)Now I`m just lettin` my point be madeI simply gots ta, gots ta gets paidThe one and only guy that`ll search the grainDon`t stop, now until I gets a bag of chipsNigga, I`m just lettin` my point be madeYa know I gots ta, gots ta, gots ta gets paidThe one and only guy that`ll search the grainDon`t stop not until I gets a bag of chips(E-A-Ski)Ummmmhmmmm...I`m twistin` corners in the BeamerI`m dodgin` the police they want me fiendin` with Mr. MeanerAnd I`m lookin` for this bitch, I heard she got credit cards and shitBlank cheques and money orders, this bitch is gettin` richPlus her niggas` gettin` ki`s like a locksmithShe`s slippin` at the Fetti, tell her sore I grab my glock swiftMeeked up around her neck and told that bitch to drive homeGive up that credit cards, purse, gold and that mobile phoneWe get to crib this is on the alarmOpen up that safe and I just might let you escape with no harmI lied, cause I beat that bitch badly with my pistolGot some ki`s, some keys and I was in the wind like a whistleI kicked the Rockwilder and hopped the fenceThen I signalled Gin, Cocktail, and torch that niggas residentAnd left my note on his six-hundred BenzThanks for slippin` with my bag of chips, thanks for the ends