Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tha Chop, artist - Baby Bash. Album song Screwed & Chopped, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Tha Chop |
This is aint nothing new to me |
Look at what they do to me |
Need to Chill, try to stop |
Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy tha chop |
(FIRSTVERSE) |
I’m with my momma rant-a-car with ten and a half pounds |
No DL’s, an endless amount of rounds |
With my mind on my mansion, I’m smashin about the town |
You thought I was a hog? |
Wait till I clown now |
Basha with me, believe me, disturbin three for the fifty |
And I wish a mutha fucker would try to get with me |
'cos I’m nifty with the milly when the torch is on |
And Play every play like its fourth and long |
Now when the horse is gone, I beat the shit out the pig |
It dont take much, to split a fools wig |
See im only one shot from making the headlines |
So quick nigga, got quarters and dead lines |
Shakin the bed time, they checking my barcode |
A.T.F, I.N.S and the US Marshal |
And this is aint nathin new to me |
Capitalize on opportunity (Uh!) |
And this is aint nathin new to me |
Capitalize on opportunity |
(Which way did he go?) |
(Which way did he go?) |
(Which way did he go?) |
(CHORUS) |
This is aint nothing new to me |
Look at what they do to me |
Need to Chill, try to stop |
Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop |
This is aint nothing new to me |
Look at what they do to me |
Need to Chill, try to stop |
Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop |
(SECOND VERSE) |
This old shit aint new to me |
I’m rockin stolen jewelry |
Try to chill so I leave the bay |
Did dirt with it now I gotta keep the K |
Bash a dude’s wig over baby bash |
He my smokin nephew, we be checkin brazin cash |
We kept G’s on the omni floor |
Put the bloody bills with the Tommy in the drawer |
Tell mummy with the rock, break a lil a corner off |
I don’t like that bammer, I don’t wanna cough |
You got to watch every step |
P walk and pull out a teck |
I thought you knew I’m a vet |
Let loose and threw up my set |
A-W-A-X to Latex |
Glove on my left hand can only mean death mayne. |
(CHORUS) |
This is aint nothing new to me |
Look at what they do to me |
Need to Chill, try to stop |
Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop |
This is aint nothing new to me |
Look at what they do to me |
Need to Chill, try to stop |
Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop |
(THIRD VERSE) |
Now it’s that pimpin ass Gringo |
Bitch is you single? |
I spit heat, hit the street, stack em out the window |
Bay area lingo, iz what a playa blessed with |
Ten shots with his own spots is all I ever messed with |
So if you broke, I aint even hearda ya |
Come around me again and ima murder ya |
I need some loot, so watch how I take ya town |
A bitch wanna hold me, I track her down |
Get up in the brain, take over the soul |
4 G’s a night, I’m ready to roll |
A big long black hella beat in the trunk |
Baby kick back its hella heat for the funk |
A dare a mutha fucker, a step to the low |
One too many drinks, now he’s gettin a roll |
So? |
Tell them get this |
It’s JT, I’m a dog when I spit this |
(CHORUS) |
This is aint nothing new to me |
Look at what they do to me |
Need to Chill, try to stop |
Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop |
This is aint nothing new to me |
Look at what they do to me |
Need to Chill, try to stop |
Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop |