Casey Veggies - The Jam lyrics

[Hook: Cam'ron sample] In Chi I'm mike Boston I'm Kenny Miami I'm Timmy, in Phoenix I'm Penny Where my thugs with the hollow tips Girls that acknowledge it Polish it, after that swallow it [Verse 1: King Chip] Yeah, wha**up b**h Let me hear all that tough sh** Naw n***a don't get scared now I heard n***as saying, "f** Chip" Like, "That n***a must be a lame, yo!" "Why you ain't got no chain on?" "Wonder how you got them J's on..." "Aw damn, I ain't see them rings tho." n***as ain't playin' no games ho Turn yo soul to an angel I done had so much to say, Ion mind going to jail yo Sticking to the script like velcro, got bullets that's bigger than elbow Naw n***a I ain't never sell blow, and if I did n***a what would I tell ya fo' Cause real n***as move in silence, n***as only respect violence You gotta Rollie, but you don't what time it is? Gimme that n***a, this my sh**, yeah how you like me now? Turtle wax me up, then wipe me down n***as talking 'bout they hungry, wow. No wonder they bite my style All the hoes love me, if you hatin' on Chip then you hatin' on money Cartier champagne, I know you ain't never had that honey Yo broke a**, I hate yo fake eyelashes You won't be living off my cash, you ain't the only b**h wit' lots of a** And a flat stomach, and cold swag, and face like a Goddess Chip don't f** wit' broke hoes, Ion give a f** how fine you is If they say they see me, its cause they don't see me often Pull up on you while you walking and make you Macaulay Culkin Naw b**h I ain't gon' ask you, I know you want me to hara** you Here b**h take my number, text me a picture of that a** too Ask around I'm is the man, love weed like hoes love Instagram Casey and that n***a Chip, hell yeah n***a this the Jam [Hook] [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] I'm rollin' five deep. Five tries, fine me I'mma stuck up guy girl call me "Papi" In the back of the club, I ain't show no ID Eighteen, mo' cream than yo f**in' daddy Girl I can be your sponsor, put you on to somthin' proper This what I call a wave, make that sh** live doppler Three racks, bring the squad in Papa get that sh** poppin' Watch us. Look what we rockin' Met a girl straight from Compton and my homegirl function Life is like a strip club, I'm just throwin' dollars If she ever throw it back, I'll pick it up. Pop my collar I ain't trippin', money high, sittin' low Takin' her in, give it and go Never pretend, do it fa'sho So historical, I'mma young legend Pray to God I go to heaven, stay grinding like 7-11 That's Kobe Bryant, 24. 42 Mill when I'm twenty-four Stack it real high, watch her get low That's real life, this how the sh** go That's my dream, k**ed my scene These hoes can't see me, they need visine Swaggin' for the ma**es, drop it slow like mola**es Young Veggies 'bout that cabbage, if some n***as ever asking Speedin' straight, pedal smashin' I'm just caught up in the rapture [Hook]