Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Choppin , by - DirtyRelease date: 13.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Choppin |
| Uncle Pimp and G What’s up Could you read us a hoodtime story please? |
| Y’all all in the trap |
| Yep |
| Ok, ok… Here we go Once upon a time not long ago, lived two cousins that was broke |
| With no money in their pocket, they result to sellin’dope |
| Movin’everythang from regular weed, crack-cocaine, and 'dro |
| Didn’t want the MPD’s to catch 'em so they kept it on the low |
| Bought another and another, broke bread with each other |
| Sell that butter in the hood and give the rest to their mother |
| Other brothers wanna flex, then that simp is gettin’fucked up Call him Gangsta, oh and you may call me Silky Pimp Cutta |
| Hustle like a mother… gul hand filled with clusters |
| Alabama on my back, best believe I got the muscle |
| Crank the 'Lac we gotta roll, they stole the rims up off the Nova |
| Comin’back from Texas, undercovers tryin’to pull us over |
| Ridin’up the block doin’eighty-three (eighty-three) |
| I bet it was some motherfucker hatin’on me (hatin'on me) |
| Dave the Dope King, supplyin’all the flow |
| Went to court last week and snitched on all his folk |
| Choppin’down the block bitch |
| Choppin’down the block bitch |
| Choppin’down the block bitch |
| Choppin’down the block bitch |
| Let me take you back to when the Pimp &Gangasta +Hit Da Flo+ |
| You knew the South was finna blow when Pimp &Gangsta hit the do' |
| Nothin’but the southern slang, you hear it every time we spoke |
| Now niggaz hollerin'"Here we is", throughout the east and west coast |
| Represent the Gump, let 'em know that Bama got flow |
| Put it on the map, make 'em adapt to all my country folk |
| Every city that we go, pack the club and rock the show |
| Get respect from Gangstas, Vice Lords, Bloods, and the Locs |
| In the hood they crown us both, kings over all the fakers |
| Niggaz know they can’t fade us, that’s way them niggaz hate us Meanwhile we switched labels, now we with the Mob bitch |
| J Prince made it able, cause we spit that hard shit |
| Blackklown a hard clique, as bout as hard a clique can get |
| Now that we on top, don’t no niggaz wanna start shit |
| The problems that I deal wit’ain’t deep enough to have me stoppin' |
| Hop off in the Chevy, flip-floppin'down the block choppin' |