Lyrics Weed N Da Chopper - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz, Project Pat

Weed N Da Chopper

Yeah!
Yeah nigga!
(It's ya boy Lil' Jon right)
You know?
Got my nigga Project Pat right here wit' me!
(What's up boy?!)
Memphis Tenn' to da muthafuckin' A-Town.
Crunk that again hoe while my niggas are in trap and shit.
(Let's go, let’s go!)
We got the weed n da choppa!
We got the weed n da choppa!
We got the weed n da choppa!
We got the weed n da choppa!
You can try it if you wanna!
(I got the weed &the chooper!)
Eyes red of marihuana!
(I got the weed &the chooper!)
I will murk one of you punks!
(I got the weed &the chooper!)
Put yo bodies in the trunk!
(I got the weed &the chooper!)
Yeah, I pull it get those!
(I got the weed &the chooper!)
Banana clip let it blow!
(I got the weed &the chooper!)
I got the cheese &the dope!
(I got the weed &the chooper!)
And the trap money blows!
We got that good purp, y’all niggas smokin' derp!
We got that good purp, y’all niggas smokin' derp!
Talkin' that shit (what?), will get yo ass murked!
Nigga, talkin' that shit, will get yo ass murked!
We stay on that shit, so we don’t give a fuuck!
We stay on that shit nigga, so we don’t give a fuuck!
And it ain’t none nigga, to lack yo ass off
And it ain’t none nigga, to lack yo ass off
We lay yo back down, and knock yo ass out!
We lay yo back down, and knock yo ass out
Nigga hatin' on my click, we got yo layed off!
Nigga hatin' on my click, we got yo layed off!
Beat like a dog, chop it like a frog!
We beat you like a dog, and jump on you like a frog!
And chopper, pul it, flyin' all through your wap!
And chopper, pul it, flyin' all through your wap!
It’s ya boy Project Pat-tah, nigga get yo head chump
Beans in a trap-ah, hustlin' with the best rock
None stop, drumma beat 'happenin fo' no reason
These gunz pop, lettin' you suckas that it’s in a season
Cuz I’ll drop, one of you punks sprayed with head blown
If the snucka got hammer in the club, I got to let it blow
Weed blow, cocaine white — that get 'cha hype-ah
In the penitentiary remaint talentitted like a life-ah
Liqour in our system and weed on our brains
And nose full of 'cane, we will snatch a nigga chain
You sayin' that you’re tough, so we sayin' yous a fladge
A street nigga dawg, I catched that murder charge!
Don’t even look in my way pussy nigga
(I hit this purple)
Don’t even think about it fuck nigga
This nigga don’t know I got that chopper in the trunk
(Tell'em!)
And I always keep this shit right beside me on the front seat too nigga
Hey!
We runnin' these clubs, we runnin' these traps
Try to take my dope, my chopper tear out of ya back!
We runnin' these clubs, we runnin' these traps
Try to take my dope, my chopper tear out of ya back!
Well nigga fuck you, I don’t know you!
Well nigga fuck you, you don’t know me!
Well nigga fuck you, I don’t know you!
Well nigga fuck you, you don’t know me niggah!