Artist: Chip Tha Ripper Album: Kappin' On 4's (S) Song: Kappin' On 4's Typed by: AZ Lyrics Slab up... Chip the ripper [Chorus] We kappin (we kappin) on 4's (on 4's) [x4] [Verse] I b swagin and b swervin My doors doin tricks Ya already kno wut slab in dis bitch I'm a stack chips ya dats my damn name Pull up slow pull out doe U broke? dats a damn shame I b kappin on dez hoes got diamonds in my mouth Kappin on mtv cribs gotta baseball field in my damn house I pull out my strap leave these niggas asked out Pulled out my dang-a-lang made your sister pass out C me swervin thru your hood I don't give a fuck Wut time does the movie start got 80 inch screen in my tahoe truck I'm all about a buck? Gettin paid but I ain't change still backin? Ridin on 4 fast wheels 28 inches hold up listen Stop and scoop up hoes When they get in I charge admission Check my 77 cuttys Screens fallin paint drippin My inside big enough to hav a livin room and kitchen I pull up swang now all 4's complain Cause my trunk got enough bang to make they oxygen tanks drain Chip dats my name Doors I'm a swang em Niggaz b hatin I ain't gonna shoot I'm a get sum barb wire and hang em 4 15's in the back of my 87 grand pre Screens on glow wen I pull up slow dez niggaz can stand me Let my trunk bang Drop top kelly ain't got no lid Roll thru the park swung on all the kids Hold up hold up stop the beat Let me sip my drank Wen I run outta goose I'm a get out my car & lick my paint Doors do tha fool My rimes stop and go Call up sum gold digga hoes wen they get to my house I'm a lock my door BITCH! Yes I'm from the slab Yes I get that cash No I'm not in love with a stipper sho me them breast & bounce that ass HOE! Kappin is a habit I'm not tryna break hoe Let my screens fall on? Bitch I stay throwed Bitch I make doe I don't spit no god damn game Hoes fuck wen I say so Wut you mean fuckin hater... I want you to hate me Cause as long as I got haters I kno I that I make cheese [Chorus] We kappin (we kappin) on 4's (on 4's) [x8]