Lyrics Whoa - Chip Tha Ripper feat. Pootie Tang
[Verse
1:]
Yeaah,
SLAB
ENT
BOYY,
SOV
letsgo*
Bring
it
back
to
the
middle
of
the
map
Where
the
St.
Claire
niggaz
stay
strapped
my
hood
sooo
cold
My
area
colder,
scarier
colder
but
yall
niggaz
dont
fold
Every
nigga
on
the
grind
who
stackin,
always
come
back
frontin
like
he
pose
Slidin
on
them
4's
riding
smoking
lookin
for
the
hoes
Everywhere
I
go
niggaz
always
like
damn
I
aint
never
seen
those
You
call
it
style
But
I
took
a
vow
to
keepin
the
freshest
kicks
off
my
toes
And
I
don't
know
how
But
they
just
got
wow
And
tear
that
bitch
down
at
all
of
my
shows
Its
like
God
control
the
show
Hands
up
high
here
we
go...
[Verse
2:]
WOAH
That
shit
aint
in
stores
Where
did
he
go
to
get
all
of
his
clothes
Bitch
I
don't
even
leave
home
this
DC
be
showin
up
right
to
my
door
Then
I
put
it
on,
kush
for
cologne
and
head
for
the
door
O
and
louis
vuitton
throw
some
of
that
on
and
go
get
yo
hoe
Lets
hop
in
that
Cadillac
bustin
my
nigga
we
hittin
the
road
And
I
got
a
cold
lil
female
rollin
the
diesel,
dog
you
kno
I
stay
blowed
Thuggin
and
theivin,
Bitch
Im
from
Cleveland
Damn
that's
prolly
why
Im
so
cold
Yea
that's
prolly
why
Im
so
cold
Hands
up
high
here
we
go

1 Fat Raps
2 Intro
3 Movie
4 Wake Up Fool
5 Owe You
6 She Cold
7 Feel Good
8 Roll Up
9 Get Down
10 Couple Dollas
11 Like That
12 Never Come Close To - Snippet
13 Whoa
14 Back to Cleveland
15 Wonder
16 Anne's Plan
17 Rap 4 Sale
18 Mansion
19 Every Year
20 Waddup Bum
21 So Bad
22 To Cold
23 Sprinkle Me
24 Broke Ass Hoe
25 Check Please
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