E-A-Ski - "A Bag Of Chips" lyrics

(Intro: Boss Hogg) Shit, niggas is hungry in this motherfucker (*eating a bag of chips*) Nigga I ain't talkin' bout Bruffells nigga I ain't talkin' about Pringles, Doritos or Freedos nigga I'm talkin' about for a bag of chips youknowhatI'msayin' dog' I don't think you do I'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 bust legal presidents - preferrably dead I'm in this mode to gettin' a code - infra-red I've examined my financal situation and found shit I'm incredibly grose, fuck it, it's goin' down To eliminate inferral incidents of me gettin' got I, investigate the blue prints of the plot Double check the plan it appears unflossed Spot got the glock, cock 'em highly motivated So without lettin' your Benz commence there's loads Jump in a ride, and it gets on to the designated Kick in the door, lettin' all the niggas try to flee Don't nothin' move the money as I engage in theft You guess correct, this is a robbery Um, police lookin' for the description who fits Stick the cash in the sack, exit stays left Fat black motherfucker with big ass bag of chips (Chorus: CPO) The one and only guy that'll search the grain I simply gots ta, gots ta get paid Now I'm just lettin' my point be made Don't stop, now until I gets a bag of chips I simply gots ta, gots ta, gots ta get paid Nigga, I'm just lettin' my point be made The one and only guy that'll search the grain Don't stop not until I gets a bag of chips Ummmmhmmmm... (E-A-Ski) I'm twistin' corners in the Beamer I'm dodgin' the police they want me fiendin' with Mr. Meaner And I'm lookin' for this bitch, I heard she got credit cards and shit Blank cheques and money orders, this bitch is gettin' rich Meeked up around her neck and told that bitch to drive home She's slippin' at the Fetti, tell her sore I grab my glock swift Plus her niggas' gettin' ki's like a locksmith Give up that credit cards, purse, gold and that mobile phone We get to crib this is on the alarm Open up that safe and I just might let you escape with no harm I lied, cause I beat that bitch badly with my pistol Got some ki's, some keys and I was in the wind like a whistle I kicked the Rockwilder and hopped the fence Then I signalled Gin, Cocktail, and torch that niggas resident And left my note on his six-hundred Benz Thanks for slippin' with my bag of chips, thanks for the ends