Kunci: Bb minor
Verse 1
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Chief boot knock
Chief boot knock
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Chief boot knocker
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Here I am chief boot knocker
Verse 2
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Watch your skirt, if you don't I got ya
Tibbity toe, tibbity toe through the grass
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Old scallous ass nigga with a
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Who that? rollin in a Viper
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Got much beef with the freeway sni- per
He wants me cause I
are not my problem
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Low life DOG, chasin these skirts
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through the motherfuckin fog
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I'm that, black man with fourteen
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skirts in a black Scadan
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and left his girl on trays
Said get out the car bitch,
that's a mistake
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cause now I'm the beach with a rake
The whole beach is smellin like indo
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I'm in a drop top Benzo on
three piece rimzos
Cranked up the bass just a little bit
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She turned to the left with the
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"Mack Daddy" is back
and Charles is mad
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Show Charles what I had
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But they can't fuck with the
Verse 3
Here's my tomahawk
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Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
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Here's my tomahawk
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Here's my tomahawk
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Here's my to ma, tom, tomahawk
Verse 4
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knocker
Verse 5
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Scam, scam devise another plan
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Take another girl from a cryin ass man
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Always askin her where she's been
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She was rollin with me from
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Got home at ten thirty
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You was smellin her neck,
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tryin to see if she's dirty
You want to beat her down,
but you got no proof
Now you shootin buckshot
To much emotion,
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somebody rub this sissy boy down with lotion
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And now your tellin her to stay home
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But she can still call Mix on the telephone
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And there you go, slippin
You promised her an
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other ass whippin
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And you slap, slap, slap,
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now you feelin kinda macho
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I Got Game and I took your Benzo
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Bought you a nine but you
AK- 47? Nope
I run a HK- 91 with the Leopold scope
So eat that 308, fool
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Actin like a joke but Big Mack's rule
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You had to inject but boy I shot ya
Meet your new enemy the
chief boot knocker
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Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
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Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Verse 7
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I meet a girl named Gail at a
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Big fat rocks on her hand tryin flaunt
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Tried to step to her in the hall
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She said her ex- boyfriend
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But I hate quarterbacks, but I
like throwback
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fine brown skin snackpack
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it was sittin on 19's lookin all swell
I really don't care about your
boyfriend sweetness
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Jealousy is every man's weakness
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But I ain't no salt slinger,
And oh yes it's the bird banger
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I followed Gail to the crib
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Walked in straight trippin
off a how the girl lives
Your man is a trick and his
I can pull you in a Benzo and a
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Take notes off the shit I just wrote
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Trick daddies get left in smoke
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A lot of copycat niggaz might jack ya
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But the game came way with the
Verse 8
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Here's my tomahawk
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Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
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Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
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Here's my tomahawk
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Here's my tomahawk
Verse 9
Outro 1
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