E-a-ski lyrics a bag of chips lyrics

(Intro: Boss Hogg) 

 (*eating a bag of chips*) 

 Shit, niggas is hungry in this motherfucker 

 I'm talkin' about for a bag of chips youknowhatI'msayin' dog? I don't think you do 

 Nigga I ain't talkin' bout Bruffells nigga 

 I ain't talkin' about Pringles, Doritos or Freedos nigga 

 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'm in this mode to gettin' a code - infra-red 

 I bust legal presidents - preferrably dead 

 I've examined my financal situation and found shit 

 I'm incredibly grose, fuck it, it's goin' down 

 I, investigate the blue prints of the plot 

 To eliminate inferral incidents of me gettin' got 

 Double check the plan it appears unflossed 

 So without lettin' your Benz commence there's loads 

 Jump in a ride, and it gets on to the designated 

 Spot got the glock, cock 'em highly motivated 

 Kick in the door, lettin' all the niggas try to flee 

 You guess correct, this is a robbery 

 Don't nothin' move the money as I engage in theft 

 Stick the cash in the sack, exit stays left 

 Um, police lookin' for the description who fits 

 Fat black motherfucker with big ass bag of chips 

 

 (Chorus: CPO) 

 Now I'm just lettin' my point be made 

 I simply gots ta, gots ta get paid 

 The one and only guy that'll search the grain 

 Don't stop, now until I gets a bag of chips 

 Nigga, I'm just lettin' my point be made 

 I simply gots ta, gots ta, gots ta get paid 

 The one and only guy that'll search the grain 

 Don't stop not until I gets a bag of chips 

 

 (E-A-Ski) 

 Ummmmhmmmm... 

 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 

 Plus her niggas' gettin' ki's like a locksmith 

 She's slippin' at the Fetti, tell her sore I grab my glock swift 

 Meeked up around her neck and told that bitch to drive home 

 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