Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clips & Choppers , by - Lil Boosie. Release date: 04.05.2011
Song language: English
Clips & Choppers |
| Chopper city in my neighborhood |
| South Baton Rouge |
| Nigga, what? |
| 4's up, 4's down |
| Long clips and choppers |
| In this hood where they don’t give a damn |
| From the top to the bottom |
| It’s Chopper City in the ghetto, yeah, we on that lever |
| Flippin' and turnin', I hope you niggas 'bout whatever |
| 50 or 100 man, we’ll send you to the devil |
| I work this bitch like donkey or last level |
| Every block gotta chopper or two to clear the whole set |
| Don’t give a fuck when it’s time to bust |
| From the top the the bottom they don’t give a fuck |
| Nigga get them choppers out the closet and come and hit you up |
| Extended clips rip a hole in your fuckin' stomach |
| When the war over with that’s when they really comin' |
| So I take my fuckin' money and I buy 'em all |
| 'Cause my niggas be in beef summer, winter, spring and fall |
| It’s Iraq in the hood, ain’t really no stacks in the hood |
| They puttin' choppers in your face up in South Baton Rouge |
| Cut the barrel, make it short, that’s that track shit |
| Catch you at the red light, smashin' |
| Long clips and choppers |
| In this hood where they don’t give a damn |
| From the top to the bottom |
| 2009, man, these niggas ain’t playin' |
| Long clips and choppers |
| Choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers |
| From the top to the bottom |
| 2009, man, these niggas ain’t playin' |
| Remember tryna snatch a purse in the South |
| And now I’m slangin' choppers with a hundred round burst in that South |
| I ain’t got no scared aim, I ain’t shootin' through no car |
| I do walk ups and stand offs, put barrels in your mouth |
| For my boulevard niggas, DB and Dane |
| Still send the money, all this for real, I never change |
| Motherfuck, weak fans, it’s a uptown thang |
| I fuck with cane and I’mma die behind this lane |
| You niggas ain’t no killas, you niggas shootin' in the air |
| And since Ben gone, I never play fair |
| Catch a nigga broad day, no mask, I’m bare |
| Like fuck a rap for real, bitch, come take this bloodbath |
| Say fool, on the real I fuck with you |
| But fuck them other niggas that ain’t nothin' like they do |
| They don’t throw 'em like we throw 'em, they don’t bone like we bone |
| It’s a uptown thang so they find they can’t cope |
| Long clips and choppers |
| In this hood where they don’t give a damn |
| From the top to the bottom |
| 2009, man, these niggas ain’t playin' |
| Long clips and choppers |
| Choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers |
| From the top to the bottom |
| 2009, man, these niggas ain’t playin' |