Artist: Project Pat f/ Wiz Khalifa Album: Cheez N Dope 2 (CD 2) Song: Chiefin Typed by: r0llinlacs@yahoo.com (Hook, Project Pat) We chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) We chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) (Verse 1, Project Pat) I'm so high I'm facin fears; That's high as fuck This weed so good gotta close yo ears; That's loud as fuck Rollin up that West Coast, papers, cigars Bongs, weed pipes, really smoke it all You know I fuck with them vapors Smoke real under the table Smoke a pound back to back, this drank got me faded I can't see a damn thang out these Gucci aviators Got my lean on ice, lookin for some kush later Break that shit on down, roll up another blunt Bitch I burn up til I turn up, then I do my own stunts Got my white girl bringing me a new strand Lean in my cup lets go H.A.M. Moving slower than a old man (Hook, Project Pat) We chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) We chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) (verse 2, Wiz Khalifa) Young Khalifa man and I'm a playa-ya-ya Rollin up that reefer everyday-ya-ya-ya Try me you gon see that I don't play-ya-ya-ya No shirt on, he loadin up that K-ya-ya-ya Talkin shit, where find out where he stay-ya-ya-ya Hit him up with something make him say-ya-ya-ya Chopper bullets hit him in is face-ay-ya-ya Taliban; the way my niggas spray- pow-pow-pow Run up on you, what'chu niggas sayin nigga? Right now Heard you got that Kush, but it ain't right, it's that light brown You niggas in the way-ya-ya-ya Roll with me, my bitch do what I say-ya-ya-ya (Hook, Project Pat) We chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) We chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) (Verse 3, Project Pat) Hey-ya-ya-ya Smokin on that fiya-ya-ya Turnt up on that white liquor; Vodka Smokin on this green like a Rasta I got the wax candles lit; Like a crucifix It's a true blessing to be inhaling some Cali shit Red hairs mixed with purple hairs; That Kool-Aid Kush A fo' poured up, mixed with some orange crush We on some extra notch shit, bout to lift off My partner put in on this, he at work, he pissed off Them bitches on they way dog, my dick like crow bar I hope they got they shoes on, I'ma knock they socks off (Hook, Project Pat) We chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) We chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Chiefin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa) Smokin like a injun (Hey-ya-ya-yaaa)