Chucks' style 作词 : Chino Locc TRP 作曲 : Chino Locc TRP Chucks’ style Chino Locc TRP I say calm down, chill God made fools of u Son, u just wanna dress up good When eye u see no Chucks’ no dope Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke I say calm down, chill God made fools of u Son, u just wanna dress up good When eye u see no Chucks’ no dope Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke I’m da boi in ’d’ hood Love Levi’s on da shoes When catch me in da block ‘d better act a fool Always pro club white T drop down my jeans Lil hommies shook ones then bow down on knees They know I started this game from a home boi Till I ride on my own fate Run da cold joy Never pay 4 Louis V. Or other low toy But I got Taylor’s name Be a dope boi Never dirt on it ‘cuz it ain’t no fun Adi Nike DC, Cons give no damn When da chucks on me I can fly all day No beef but still yellin’ **** police Hell man, it’s a kind of attitude I’m in charge nobody anti my juice God made fools of u God made fools of u I say calm down, chill God made fools of u Son, u just wanna dress up good When eye u see no Chucks no dope Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke I say calm down, chill God made fools of u Son, u just wanna dress up good When eye u see no Chucks no dope Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke When I hang around streetz Kick ya ass, bring ya heat I run ya block just for keepin’ a real G I hate conversation ‘cuz I got Convers Cash’s montivation 4 sure dollas Ready 2 ride, though I ain’t westside ‘n Los Santos I still live a thug life 2 be a rida u see my black bandana Ain’t Mafia Bloods Crips I still gangsta It’s a caution, when see my Chucks low black on Pussies’d better put da tech 9 down Number‘s raisin’, I make it rain Even do no pain I can still gain I said it’s a game I player, ya payers I pray 4 myself need no more prayers **** my fate I battle the man upstairs Ya know it’s our jungle, we tigers ‘n’ bears We ride on u, all of my hommies ****in’ awesome Enemies keepin’ hush ‘cuz we ganna kill’em My words ruthless ‘cuz Imma gangsta Da bread gon be fat but I won’t thank ya God made fools of u God made fools of u God made fools of u God made fools of u so jus’ chill I say calm down, chill God made fools of u Son, u just wanna dress up good When eye u see no Chucks’ no dope Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke I say calm down, chill God made fools of u Son, u just wanna dress up good When eye u see no Chucks’ no dope Boi u should try this ‘cuz I ain’t no joke