Chunga - 1987 Lyrics

Flexin big on a hater flossin that navigator
Up like airways up like staircase hit you up with that pager
Got no minor got no major dropped out to be a player
Not a saint im not a savior im just here to stack paper
Can't relate to being broke now thats just something I aint
I pulled up with that jacked up chevy ridin low candy paint
I got kush that if you smell it homie you just might faint
I roll it up in a woods sit back and i just think
Im thinkin bout my next move and how can i improve
F*ck the papers f*ck the news you can't tell me the rules
I started grinding when i flexed up and i dropped out of school
I aint paying to be tortued homie i aint gon lose

We goin up