Chipper Jones II - Joey Fatts

It all started summer '06

Jordan High School, Long Beach, California

Young bad ass nigga

Just tryin' to earn stripes and make a name

Shit, what you 'bout to get into, bro?

Man, I don’t think I’m goin'

(Shit, me either, man)

All right man, ay, hit me later though

(Yeah, hey you still smoking weed?)

Oh yeah, for sure,

Mr. Jones!

Yeah

My office, right now

Man, fuck

Where have you been first and second period?

I’ve been in class

Never mind, I know where you been

I’ve seen you pull up to school with them guys

I know them, they’re nothing but trouble!

You know what we’re gonna do?

Call your mom

You’re suspended for two days for excessive truancy

I’ma suffer in the afterlife

Short-tempered nigga, never got my manners right

I remember them nights we slept by the candle light

Stomach growling, smelling my neighbors cookin' Spanish rice

Couldn’t pay the bills but we purchased steel

pistols make a nigga piss in his pants for real

Coke utensils, detrimental to get our pockets filled

All my niggas run the field like a soccer drill

This that wake music, shoot him in the face music

Ain’t no love in these streets, you slip and we spray cupid

Ridin' on enemies and niggas who play foolish

Gunpowder thick, my block got a taste to it, ridin', cruisin'

Wear the heater in my polo sweater

Hit 'em up with Berettas, squeeze and don’t let up

My niggas never heard of peace ‘cause Meta never met us

Leave him holy like priests escorted on a stretcher

Push the block like London Fletcher

Down for whatever since a nigga came out the womb

Boxes and tools, present a pine box to you

Don’t need a jump shot to shoot

Pull up in the whip and I’ll pop your crew

I want the money, if he got it, I’m into his home

Clutch the chrome, treating beef like Sylvester Stallone

Spray his ass like his favorite cologne

with that chopper, bitch, I think I’m Chipper Jones

Hello?

Ayo, what’s good, nigga?

Shit, I got fuckin' suspended from school and shit for two days

Mom’s tripping and shit, she tryna put me out and shit

But I got like 1.50 if you tryna piece up on a quarter piece and shit

I’ma be on the block, you get at me

All right