[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day awaken shaken off that marijuana
Chokin' in the cut with smoke in my gut, I'm feelin' how I wanna
Fire on a bag, I know Lil' Man he got his beeper, G
Meetin' up with them damn fools on Orleans, we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the store and get some papers, nah, a Swisher Sweet
Sweetly spread the dope up on the blunts and pass the shit to me
Lick it, break it, twist it, hit it, light it, that's that bombin' hay
Inhale exhale Draky, Nardo, Sed and Dale is on the way
Checkin' on my traps because you busters gots to check it in
Strapped, with the scar, it's my n***a Mr. Ibn
Yes, it's a must, that we let you know we sell rocks
Fuckin' with these Killers from South Parkway, we done hypnotize
Plenty motherfuckes, plenty busters I know, wish they could
If you down, throw the sign, see it and it's all good
Test my nuts, do me wrong, that's one slug in your gut
Just another day up at the tire shop chiefin' hay, fucked up
[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Just another afternoon in May, I'm chiefin' hay, talk shit
And you might be another victim of the hit made by the fools in S.P.V. 
Forty-five Glocks puttin' holes from your head to your toe
Then come Lil' Man unloadin' that nizzine from the darkness of the floor
Son, never tryna but Gangsta B, rhymin' over these beats I make
Triple 6 Mafia n***as rollin', gotta shake and break the motherfuckin' laws
Take care of our business and pick up some freaks
Get 'em high and get our dicks sucked down on Victor Street
Turn the other cheek, break neat, down the fuckin' street
I gotta get the fuck outta dodge before they beep me for my meat
Hooks a left on Parkway, fire up a blizzunt at Barton
As them bitches beeped me 3-0-4, I left 'em with they pussies wet
Hide them pistols and that dope across the street, in the grass
'Cause 5-0's ridin' deep 'cause of some shit that happens in the past
Cruisin' in my Cut, dog or my Chevy, n***as with ana' in my trunk
I'm smokin' skunk, my n***as boomin' 'cause that tire shop track thumps
[Interlude: DJ Paul]
(Just another day up at the tire shop)
Yeah, this DJ Paul in this motherfucker
(Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay)
With my n***a Gangsta B and the Three 6 Mafia, motherfucker
(Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up)

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac & DJ Paul]
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Waitin' for twelve o'clock to come, hittin' the cut, gettin' buck
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up

[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
Just awaken shaken off that hangover from night before
Me and Lil' Man tried to kill ourselves with tony and indo
Up all night, we strictly swangin' hubbers on the fuckin' track
Tricks, you got it wrong if it ain't Man and fuckin' Gangsta Blac
All for one, one for all, hoes, you shoulda fuckin' knew it
Just them same old hustlers to the game 'cause we grew up to it
Countin' up our dividends, time to get our chiefin' in
Time to holler at them twins, time to go get I.B.N. 
Rollin' up the papers, catch the vapors when I see a blunt
High as hell, can't you tell, now it's Tony that I want
Beepin' up my n***a Slick and Cheese, bring them Five-point-O's
Me and Lil' Man got them ki's, scopin' out the dirty hoes
Drop top to the fuckin' bone, when we go and get a bitch
Eyes red as motherfuckin' fire from that hay and shit
Test my nuts, do me wrong, that's two slugs in your guts
Just another day up at the tire shop and I'm chiefin' hay, so damn fucked up
[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up
Just another day up at the tire shop
Chiefin' hay, fucked up, chiefin' hay
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, fucked up