| Song | Chips on Pistons |
| Artist | Royce Da 5'9" |
| Album | Independent's Day |
| (intro skit for first 43 seconds) | |
| (Royce Da 5'9"" + (Blade)) | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks | |
| Mami drop them tops 'fore them dollars go back | |
| in my pocket or the trunk of the black Impala | |
| where the pump just sit for them punks who trip | |
| But besides that, life's good - yeah | |
| This my nigga Blade right here (you could call me Icewood) | |
| (Ingrid Smalls + (Royce)) | |
| Icewood? (Icewood) I could | |
| go home witchu baby if the pipe good | |
| (Royce Da 5'9"") | |
| We get a whole lot of scrilla, fo'-fives is wit us | |
| Whole flight can fill us, Globetrotter nigga | |
| When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers | |
| on your cell that's me callin to tell you | |
| that I ain't at home (yeah) | |
| I'm witnessin the midnight sun in Finland with the big row bone | |
| With six different funds | |
| Coronas, pesos, zeros, the list goes on | |
| We send henchmen to wet ya | |
| In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us | |
| Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off Sheed (yeah) | |
| yellin pass the ball to Rip and Billups, mami | |
| (Chorus: Jay Black) | |
| If you got love for me, then do your little dance for me | |
| Turn that ass around, (turn around) and keep doin what you dooooo | |
| If you got a thang for me, then do your thang for me | |
| Turn that ass around, (turn around) cause you've got it comin | |
| (Blade Icewood + (Ingrid)) | |
| Turn that ass 'round, ma you know I'm a clown | |
| Throw a little money 'round, do my dance to the sounds | |
| Worth a whole lotta cash, so you know I got the pound on me | |
| Yeah dance for my homie (damn what's the nigga name?) | |
| Five-Nine (Five-Nine) | |
| (Royce Da 5'9"") | |
| Pimp game got it goin from the first line | |
| Chain plenty hang time, yeah | |
| (Blade Icewood) | |
| G-4 plane flyin, '05 Range drivin | |
| If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signin | |
| Heard she can make it do the "Nolia Clap" | |
| It's Mr. Blade Icewood the new king of rap | |
| I got these shots for you haters (c'mon) | |
| Tell the waiters bring the shots, use the liquor to motivate her | |
| to hop up in the whip, before she leave the lot | |
| Got my dick between her lips; hand between her hips | |
| On some freaky shit, yeah ain't know I did it like that | |
| She thought it was all rap 'til she screamin on her back | |
| Playa, we send henchmen to wet ya | |
| In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us | |
| Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off Sheed (yeah) | |
| yellin pass the ball to Rip and Billups, mami | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Royce Da 5'9"") | |
| Yeah, we hit makers with acres | |
| We hit Vegas with chips major, we can't just | |
| ball like the usual team, we stay whylin | |
| Up the challenge, f**k it, tear up the palace | |
| F**k with, nothin but them trucks with, halogen lights | |
| Did bad in his life, them cuts and calluses | |
| In the G-4, in a suit, eatin souffl© | |
| In the seat big get your coupe, nigga go play | |
| (Blade Icewood) | |
| Hey come over here! | |
| Well you can have it your way, blow cabbage all day | |
| Ice, everywhere, bought it from all yay | |
| This ain't no spaceship, gave the Rover a facelift | |
| Lift the fifth to my lips while she movin her hips | |
| Yeahhh - side to side, I decide | |
| when the time is right for us to slide | |
| We ain't movin at the mansion yet, the panty's wet | |
| That's how you feel off a pill, why you panickin? | |
| Go away! | |
| (Chorus) |
| intro skit for first 43 seconds | |
| Royce Da 5' 9"" Blade | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks | |
| Mami drop them tops ' fore them dollars go back | |
| in my pocket or the trunk of the black Impala | |
| where the pump just sit for them punks who trip | |
| But besides that, life' s good yeah | |
| This my nigga Blade right here you could call me Icewood | |
| Ingrid Smalls Royce | |
| Icewood? Icewood I could | |
| go home witchu baby if the pipe good | |
| Royce Da 5' 9"" | |
| We get a whole lot of scrilla, fo' fives is wit us | |
| Whole flight can fill us, Globetrotter nigga | |
| When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers | |
| on your cell that' s me callin to tell you | |
| that I ain' t at home yeah | |
| I' m witnessin the midnight sun in Finland with the big row bone | |
| With six different funds | |
| Coronas, pesos, zeros, the list goes on | |
| We send henchmen to wet ya | |
| In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us | |
| Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off Sheed yeah | |
| yellin pass the ball to Rip and Billups, mami | |
| Chorus: Jay Black | |
| If you got love for me, then do your little dance for me | |
| Turn that ass around, turn around and keep doin what you dooooo | |
| If you got a thang for me, then do your thang for me | |
| Turn that ass around, turn around cause you' ve got it comin | |
| Blade Icewood Ingrid | |
| Turn that ass ' round, ma you know I' m a clown | |
| Throw a little money ' round, do my dance to the sounds | |
| Worth a whole lotta cash, so you know I got the pound on me | |
| Yeah dance for my homie damn what' s the nigga name? | |
| FiveNine FiveNine | |
| Royce Da 5' 9"" | |
| Pimp game got it goin from the first line | |
| Chain plenty hang time, yeah | |
| Blade Icewood | |
| G4 plane flyin, ' 05 Range drivin | |
| If the deal ain' t least ten mil' I ain' t signin | |
| Heard she can make it do the " Nolia Clap" | |
| It' s Mr. Blade Icewood the new king of rap | |
| I got these shots for you haters c' mon | |
| Tell the waiters bring the shots, use the liquor to motivate her | |
| to hop up in the whip, before she leave the lot | |
| Got my dick between her lips hand between her hips | |
| On some freaky shit, yeah ain' t know I did it like that | |
| She thought it was all rap ' til she screamin on her back | |
| Playa, we send henchmen to wet ya | |
| In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us | |
| Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off Sheed yeah | |
| yellin pass the ball to Rip and Billups, mami | |
| Chorus | |
| Royce Da 5' 9"" | |
| Yeah, we hit makers with acres | |
| We hit Vegas with chips major, we can' t just | |
| ball like the usual team, we stay whylin | |
| Up the challenge, f k it, tear up the palace | |
| F k with, nothin but them trucks with, halogen lights | |
| Did bad in his life, them cuts and calluses | |
| In the G4, in a suit, eatin souffl | |
| In the seat big get your coupe, nigga go play | |
| Blade Icewood | |
| Hey come over here! | |
| Well you can have it your way, blow cabbage all day | |
| Ice, everywhere, bought it from all yay | |
| This ain' t no spaceship, gave the Rover a facelift | |
| Lift the fifth to my lips while she movin her hips | |
| Yeahhh side to side, I decide | |
| when the time is right for us to slide | |
| We ain' t movin at the mansion yet, the panty' s wet | |
| That' s how you feel off a pill, why you panickin? | |
| Go away! | |
| Chorus |