Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let It Flow, artist - B.G.. Album song Livin Legend, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Let It Flow |
Ok, Chopper City, hot girl Wyndi |
This is the club scene, where them ballas at |
Chicken sweating you threatin', mo' getting VIP we setting |
We taking care of the whole section, with liquor |
Marijuana smoke in the back, where Gar be at |
Big trucks on 22's, loud sounds with screens |
Who up in there, that got them chickens fixing they hair |
And getting naked full of Cristal, that’s the lifestyle |
So I hit the club, with a pocket full of Lifestyles |
Ooh shorty getting wild, now put your hands in the air |
While you do that dance, and let me get behind you |
While you in front of my man, in front of your man |
Chill gun on my waist, with a blunt in my hand |
We spending a grand on Bubbly, round for round |
That’s how the Chopper City mob, get down |
Hydro in the bottle, with the yellow wrapper |
And you playas better, hold your broads |
Cause these boys, will snatch her |
Party’s gon be bumping |
Playas gon be stomping |
Get your ass on the dance floor |
And let Moet, and Cristal flow |
I know you know of me, Sniper playa baby |
I hold it down full of Mo' and Crown, it make the kid move |
Quick, too much Vodka make me nervous bad |
I’m popping bottles every hour, making Erkles mad |
I left the scene, swerved past in a purple Jag |
You heard of trap, ladies love me you perverted fags |
I rock the house like it’s church, yeah I love the Lord |
Play with my team, Chopper City it’s gon be murder mass you heard me |
Know you love the way that gangstas play it, we drank and blazing |
Till ancient ages, this ain’t for babies |
So ease your nerves, play your girl like she easing surf |
Cause chill what’s beneath my shirt, have you bleeding syrup |
I ain’t tripping if you need that work, Sniper pull up in a Viper |
With a rifle, that’ll mean your smirk |
Flows make my people lean, and twerk |
I hit the track and beat it up like Ike and Tina Turner, it’s Chopper City man |
Now y’all already know, Uptown in here |
I got my seventeen rounds in ya, we blowing pounds in ya |
And you know, where I’m found in here |
Last week they had a body, left found in here |
And with the drank getting smoked, the bottles is popping |
We ain’t even make it to the party, and girls jocking |
It’s Hakizzle, you know the name girl |
Just write your number down, and I’ll give you a ring girl |
I don’t mean, to snatch your chicks playa |
But the bar need chips playa, look at my wrist playa |
The hood call me, Young Neno |
Cause I’m quick to snatch your senorita, or hit the block with a kilo |
Calm down homeboy, you messing up my groove |
Yeah iight you smoking, give me a Kool |
We stunt round year, ride in convertibles |
Them Chopper City dudes’ll murder you, holla back Kizzle |
Me and my click at the scene, straight tearing it down |
Ball till we fall, believe we laying it down |
The party off the hook, when Chopper City arrive |
Thugging popping bottles, until the sun rise |
It’s going down, it’s going dizzle, it’s going diggity |
We from Uptown, off the hizzle off the higgity |
I know you feeling me fa shiggity, Baby Gizzle |
Baby Geezie, Baby Gangsta popping pistols |
I’ll flip you, straight switch you four nickel |
With me, I won’t miss you I got the pistol |
Hoes jocking niggas hating, can’t take us |
Can’t fade us, we ball just like the Lakers |
I’m off the hinges, off the chain respect the game |
The number one Hot Boy, ain’t nothing changed |
I’m thugged out getting twisted, bucking hard |
Tearing the roof off, the party jumping hard |
(*talking*) |
Now there you have it, it’s Chopper City’s finest |
You heard me, T. Smooth on the track |
(you gotta let it flow, let it flow, you gotta let it flow) |