Choppin' Blades

Boys kicking back

Layin' in the shade

Ain't nobody trippin' cause the money already made

The 90's was for jackin', 2000 for the ballers

The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala

If you're selling big cheese,  keep pushin' my ****

Polo horses on my bed, fuck Hilfiger

I'm Pimp C bitch, in the ghetto I'm a star

I made this for the **** tryin' to chop in they cars

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Now when I turn my knock up, and bangin' yo block up

Without pickin' my glock up, I'm raisin' my stock up

I got haters on lock up, boy they slangin' rock up

And bangin' Makaveli 7, crankin' my Pac up

Now, ain't no stoppin' when the top start droppin'

Hearing Fat Pat rappin', your head back cappin'

In a black Lac mackin' wit a  bop and a fade

Boy, we fat stack packin', steady choppin' on blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

It's time to hit the slab, the B is sittin' low

I'm puffin' on the dro, I got the pistol in the do'

I pulled up in my ride, these hoes lookin' hot

If she get up on my leather, then her panties gon' drop

I just can't stop, bleedin' my block

Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock

They put it in their mouth and never say no

Some nut suckin' hoes, I mean some dick suckin' pros

They like to get exposed, and play with they nose

And bend they pussy over, for my ****, and touch they toes

She do that shit for daddy, but them tricks gotta pay

Just like E-40 pimping in a major way

It's all for the money

She tryna stay paid

She steady breakin' **** on them shiny ass things

I'm deep up in the street, I'm tryin' to fill my nuts

And later on I'ma try to skeet it on her butt

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Say ****, I keeps my rims clean

Shinin' through a dim scene

Got yo bitch pussy wetter than the captain of the swim team

Steppin' out the caddy, bitch I'm fresher than Dentyne

Slicker than Crisco, sweeter than Nabisco

From Philly to 'Frisco where the don be a sisqo

You better get some blades if you still ridin' this ho

Boys puttin' swangers on benzes, it gotta stop

If ya fittin' to ride foreign then ****, you gotta chop

And southern **** still got the nerve to ride D's

I ain't hatin' no Daytes, but it's 2000, **** please

It's all about the candy paint

All about the vogues

Man it's all about the slab, baby, all about the hoes

Got some cons and some pros

Some real and some fraud

Hated on by a ****, hated on by a broad

So long as J's sell, and these boppin' hoes slut

I'll be ridin' chromin' blades, steady choppin' hoes up

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em

I wanna chop blades

Could I, would I, should I, break 'em...