Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Choppa's, artist - Big Moe. Date of issue: 29.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Choppa's |
| We po’d up, we showed up |
| And we still rolling on choppas |
| It ain’t stopping know what I’m talking about |
| It’s D-Gotti, Wreck Shop to the grave |
| It’s going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby |
| These blades are choppin' |
| And these babes are boppin' |
| Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin' |
| Feeling my FUBU |
| Hollering what it do |
| Hitting circles through the lot like I’m in a hula-hoop |
| Who the crew that stang these streets like bees |
| We the G’s that be’s and i’ll flow from over seas |
| Hold the trees Big Moe while I split the optimo |
| In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4 |
| Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt |
| Im bout to jump down and flirt |
| And get up some skirts |
| Let the ice do the work |
| Put us up in the dentist |
| After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us |
| You can fuck |
| But your ass can’t stay and drank drank |
| Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank’s |
| Doing the same thing we did the day before |
| Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe’s |
| Chop-pas |
| Rolling in my candy red car |
| Rolling on chop-pas |
| Sippin' a big daddy cup of barre |
| Chop-pas |
| I Gotta feel that Moe-yo |
| Crawling through these city streets |
| Sippin on a what straight 4 |
| And we rollin |
| Down south, we rolling nation wide |
| Popped up Moe-yo foreign ride |
| Put it down for that boy Po-yo |
| On the low low, I’m a young pro |
| In thie game I ain’t lame |
| Rolling down on chops |
| Smoking on the killer Mary Jane |
| Coming down freestyle, playa' buck wild |
| Big M.O.E. |
| is a throwed child |
| I’ma leave lean, stack my green |
| Every time you see the Moe I’m on the codeine |
| I’m out the damn tre, a playa' don’t play |
| Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday |
| Choppas, rolling on those choppas |
| Cha-a-pas |
| Chop Chop, when I hit your block |
| I told you once before that the shit don’t stop |
| Wreck shop to the grave trunk pop, make it say hey |
| Hello hi hey how ya doing |
| Put the Screw in your deck, throw up yo' set |
| And go break and your neck cause the 20 inches wet |
| And I bet that if we sip three whole eighths |
| Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!! |
| Wreck shop baby so playa' made |
| I’m a let the top down, let the sun hit the braids |
| I’m a bleed these blocks till' my heart beat stop |
| Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot |
| D-Wreck tote Glocks, cause we tote big knots |
| Methazine on the rocks till' my belly pop |
| So clean when we shop, my car never stop |
| Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop |
| D-wrezay tell me how ya feel |
| It’s all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal |
| Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel |
| Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel |
| D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same |
| We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang |
| Some thangs never change they remain the same |
| P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang |
| Rolling |
| Chop chop-pas |
| Coming down I’m a G |
| Chop chop-pas |
| Gotta feel that M-O-E |
| Chop Chop-pas |
| Mo-yo and the Noke-D |
| D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo |
| D-Wreck let em know we ain’t no hoe |
| Rolling on Chop Chop-pas |
| Breaking boys off in the south |
| Rolling on Chop Chop-pas |
| Drank syrup so I don’t cough |
| Chop Chop-pas |
| It’s Mo-yo a young G |
| I gotta feel Barre Baby |
| Wrecking these H-Town streets |
| Rolling on yea |
| Chop chop chop chop chop |
| I keep a Glock cocked |
| For the haters Knock knock |
| I do the body roc make the ass end hop |
| What’s the damn deal Moe i’m for real |
| Hold the microphone showing my naked skills |
| Whats up Noke-D, Whats up Skip dog |
| Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog |
| Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks |
| Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat |
| Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe |
| Crawling down and you know a G |
| Letting them boys what know |
| Stay sipping drank |
| Sippin my sealed out pint |
| I’ll beat that seal on a 4 man |
| Just in case im a roll with Pokey |
| Sippin on P P-t |
| All cause my partna big snoop |
| Sippin on Drank Gal-lon |
| Boys can’t drank more than Moe |
| Drank Baby |
| Boys talking bout they the barre baby |
| I’ve been saying this shit since long ago |
| Out my momma womb I sipped a 4 |
| Its Big Moe, Mo-yo |
| (Talking) |
| Know what I’m saying |
| Stay sipping |