Fams and Foolies (DJ Clyde Blend)

Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City

I found maggots on my salad, on the check thats on the tablet
On the hands of a waitress whose a fat chick on the Atkins
Who just happens to be actin
like I owe her any scratch and that
Food wasnt even crackin so Im dippin at the back
Im out that jam, up out that jam,
up out that jam, up out that jam, boy
I heard you going HAM boy, I heard you got some fans boy
What happened to that Chan boy?
He used to going ham-mor
You young dont end up Earl
then end up missin down in Samoa
He got talent, and got talent, and got Marcus and got dad
And got suspended in the challenge,
Andrew Barber and then Fallon
And then Leno and then Helen, you just smokin for the feelin
And the high when you unbalanced
dont that shit just feel like heaven?
So fuck with lil nitty, Im boost Im kitty
Hoes is just thirsty, my juice just too hittin
Damn that, you finessin
Boy you two sips in
And burn two more doobs for my niggas thats missin, RIP

Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City
Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City