Choppin' Blades

Choppin' Blades Lyrics

Song Choppin' Blades
Artist UGK
Album Dirty Money
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作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Jones ...
[Pimp C] Uh...hol' up (hol' up)
For all them niggas out there ridin' candy
Know what
I'm talkin' about?
Uh...Uh...
Blowin' on somethin' sweet, (uh)
Goin' down (goin' down)
Hol' up (hol' up)....uh
Check it.. [Pimp C]
Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made
The 90s was for jackin', 2000 for the ballers:
The drop top
Jag or the candy red
Impala If you sellin' big cheese, keep pushin', my nigga
Polo horses on my bed - fuck
Hilfiger I'm
Pimp C, bitch, in the ghetto
I'm a star
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars...cars...cars.. [Chorus: Pimp C]
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break 'em?
Uh...I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break 'em?
Uh...I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break 'em?
Uh...I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break 'em?
Uh...I wanna chop blades [Bun B]
Now, when
I turn my knock up, and bangin' yo' block up
Without pickin' my
Glock up,
I'm raisin' my stock up
I got haters on lock-up...boy, they slangin' rock up
And bangin'
Makaveli 7, crankin' my '
Pac up Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Hearin' Fat
Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
In a black '
Lac mackin' wit' a bop in a fade
Boy, we fat stack packin', steady choppin' on blades...blades...blades.. [Chorus: x4] [Pimp C]
It's time to hit the slab
Benz sittin' low
I'm puffin' on the 'dro,
I got the pistol in the do'
I pulled up in my ride, these hoes lookin' hot
If she get up on my leatha, then her panties gon' drop
I just can't stop...bleedin' my block
Got some prime cut cock,
I mean some private-ass stock
They put it in they mouth and never say no
Some nut-suckin' hoes,
I mean some dick-suckin' pros
That like to get exposed, and play with they nose
And bend they pussy over, for my nigga, and touch they toes
She do that shit for daddy, but them tricks gotta pay
Just like
E-40: Pimpin' in a major way
It's all for the money
She tryin' ta stay paid
She steady breakin' niggas on them shiny-ass thangs
I'm deep up in the street
I'm tryin' to fill my nuts
And later on
I'ma try to skeet it on her butt...her butt.. [Chorus: x4] [Bun B]
Say, nigga,
I keeps my rims clean
Shinin through a dim scene
Got yo' bitch wetter than the captain of the swim team
Steppin' out the
Caddy, bitch,
I'm fresher than
Dentyne Slicker than
Crisco, sweeter than
Nabisco From
Philly to '
Frisco where the
Don be a Sisqo
You better get some
Blades if you still ridin' this ho
Boys puttin'
Swangers on
Benzes, it gotta stop
If you fittin' ta ride foreign, then, nigga, you gotta chop
And Southern niggas still got the nerve to ride
D's I ain't hatin' on
Daytons, but it's 2000, nigga please
It's all about the candy paint, it's all about the
Vogues It's all about the slab, baby, it's all about the hoes
Got some cars and some pros: some real and some fraud;
Hated on by a nigga, hated on by a broad
So long as
J's sell, and them boppin' hoes slut
I'll be ridin' chromin' blades, steady choppin' hoes up...hoes up...hoes up.. [Chorus: x16] [Bun B]
Yeah...dedicated to boys choppin' on chromin' thangs
Damn blades, know what
I'm sayin'?
Boys choppin' in the ??
Choppin' in that 4th
Choppin' in the 5th
Acres Home
Southside
MLK Southwest ??
Club ?? Boys choppin' on blades in
P.A Up and down
Gulf Way On the
Westside Eastside
Boys choppin' in
D-town In that
Oakcliff In that
North Dallas
Boys choppin' all over this damn
South Boys even be choppin' up in
New York Know what
I'm sayin'?
And that L.
A.
zuo qu : Butler, Freeman, Jones ...
Pimp C Uh... hol' up hol' up
For all them niggas out there ridin' candy
Know what
I' m talkin' about?
Uh... Uh...
Blowin' on somethin' sweet, uh
Goin' down goin' down
Hol' up hol' up.... uh
Check it.. Pimp C
Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
Ain' t nobody trippin' ' cause the money already made
The 90s was for jackin', 2000 for the ballers:
The drop top
Jag or the candy red
Impala If you sellin' big cheese, keep pushin', my nigga
Polo horses on my bed fuck
Hilfiger I' m
Pimp C, bitch, in the ghetto
I' m a star
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars... cars... cars.. Chorus: Pimp C
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break ' em?
Uh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break ' em?
Uh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break ' em?
Uh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break ' em?
Uh... I wanna chop blades Bun B
Now, when
I turn my knock up, and bangin' yo' block up
Without pickin' my
Glock up,
I' m raisin' my stock up
I got haters on lockup... boy, they slangin' rock up
And bangin'
Makaveli 7, crankin' my '
Pac up Now, ain' t no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Hearin' Fat
Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
In a black '
Lac mackin' wit' a bop in a fade
Boy, we fat stack packin', steady choppin' on blades... blades... blades.. Chorus: x4 Pimp C
It' s time to hit the slab
Benz sittin' low
I' m puffin' on the ' dro,
I got the pistol in the do'
I pulled up in my ride, these hoes lookin' hot
If she get up on my leatha, then her panties gon' drop
I just can' t stop... bleedin' my block
Got some prime cut cock,
I mean some privateass stock
They put it in they mouth and never say no
Some nutsuckin' hoes,
I mean some dicksuckin' pros
That like to get exposed, and play with they nose
And bend they pussy over, for my nigga, and touch they toes
She do that shit for daddy, but them tricks gotta pay
Just like
E40: Pimpin' in a major way
It' s all for the money
She tryin' ta stay paid
She steady breakin' niggas on them shinyass thangs
I' m deep up in the street
I' m tryin' to fill my nuts
And later on
I' ma try to skeet it on her butt... her butt.. Chorus: x4 Bun B
Say, nigga,
I keeps my rims clean
Shinin through a dim scene
Got yo' bitch wetter than the captain of the swim team
Steppin' out the
Caddy, bitch,
I' m fresher than
Dentyne Slicker than
Crisco, sweeter than
Nabisco From
Philly to '
Frisco where the
Don be a Sisqo
You better get some
Blades if you still ridin' this ho
Boys puttin'
Swangers on
Benzes, it gotta stop
If you fittin' ta ride foreign, then, nigga, you gotta chop
And Southern niggas still got the nerve to ride
D' s I ain' t hatin' on
Daytons, but it' s 2000, nigga please
It' s all about the candy paint, it' s all about the
Vogues It' s all about the slab, baby, it' s all about the hoes
Got some cars and some pros: some real and some fraud
Hated on by a nigga, hated on by a broad
So long as
J' s sell, and them boppin' hoes slut
I' ll be ridin' chromin' blades, steady choppin' hoes up... hoes up... hoes up.. Chorus: x16 Bun B
Yeah... dedicated to boys choppin' on chromin' thangs
Damn blades, know what
I' m sayin'?
Boys choppin' in the ??
Choppin' in that 4th
Choppin' in the 5th
Acres Home
Southside
MLK Southwest ??
Club ?? Boys choppin' on blades in
P. A Up and down
Gulf Way On the
Westside Eastside
Boys choppin' in
Dtown In that
Oakcliff In that
North Dallas
Boys choppin' all over this damn
South Boys even be choppin' up in
New York Know what
I' m sayin'?
And that L.
A.
zuò qǔ : Butler, Freeman, Jones ...
Pimp C Uh... hol' up hol' up
For all them niggas out there ridin' candy
Know what
I' m talkin' about?
Uh... Uh...
Blowin' on somethin' sweet, uh
Goin' down goin' down
Hol' up hol' up.... uh
Check it.. Pimp C
Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
Ain' t nobody trippin' ' cause the money already made
The 90s was for jackin', 2000 for the ballers:
The drop top
Jag or the candy red
Impala If you sellin' big cheese, keep pushin', my nigga
Polo horses on my bed fuck
Hilfiger I' m
Pimp C, bitch, in the ghetto
I' m a star
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars... cars... cars.. Chorus: Pimp C
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break ' em?
Uh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break ' em?
Uh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break ' em?
Uh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would
I, Should
I break ' em?
Uh... I wanna chop blades Bun B
Now, when
I turn my knock up, and bangin' yo' block up
Without pickin' my
Glock up,
I' m raisin' my stock up
I got haters on lockup... boy, they slangin' rock up
And bangin'
Makaveli 7, crankin' my '
Pac up Now, ain' t no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Hearin' Fat
Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
In a black '
Lac mackin' wit' a bop in a fade
Boy, we fat stack packin', steady choppin' on blades... blades... blades.. Chorus: x4 Pimp C
It' s time to hit the slab
Benz sittin' low
I' m puffin' on the ' dro,
I got the pistol in the do'
I pulled up in my ride, these hoes lookin' hot
If she get up on my leatha, then her panties gon' drop
I just can' t stop... bleedin' my block
Got some prime cut cock,
I mean some privateass stock
They put it in they mouth and never say no
Some nutsuckin' hoes,
I mean some dicksuckin' pros
That like to get exposed, and play with they nose
And bend they pussy over, for my nigga, and touch they toes
She do that shit for daddy, but them tricks gotta pay
Just like
E40: Pimpin' in a major way
It' s all for the money
She tryin' ta stay paid
She steady breakin' niggas on them shinyass thangs
I' m deep up in the street
I' m tryin' to fill my nuts
And later on
I' ma try to skeet it on her butt... her butt.. Chorus: x4 Bun B
Say, nigga,
I keeps my rims clean
Shinin through a dim scene
Got yo' bitch wetter than the captain of the swim team
Steppin' out the
Caddy, bitch,
I' m fresher than
Dentyne Slicker than
Crisco, sweeter than
Nabisco From
Philly to '
Frisco where the
Don be a Sisqo
You better get some
Blades if you still ridin' this ho
Boys puttin'
Swangers on
Benzes, it gotta stop
If you fittin' ta ride foreign, then, nigga, you gotta chop
And Southern niggas still got the nerve to ride
D' s I ain' t hatin' on
Daytons, but it' s 2000, nigga please
It' s all about the candy paint, it' s all about the
Vogues It' s all about the slab, baby, it' s all about the hoes
Got some cars and some pros: some real and some fraud
Hated on by a nigga, hated on by a broad
So long as
J' s sell, and them boppin' hoes slut
I' ll be ridin' chromin' blades, steady choppin' hoes up... hoes up... hoes up.. Chorus: x16 Bun B
Yeah... dedicated to boys choppin' on chromin' thangs
Damn blades, know what
I' m sayin'?
Boys choppin' in the ??
Choppin' in that 4th
Choppin' in the 5th
Acres Home
Southside
MLK Southwest ??
Club ?? Boys choppin' on blades in
P. A Up and down
Gulf Way On the
Westside Eastside
Boys choppin' in
Dtown In that
Oakcliff In that
North Dallas
Boys choppin' all over this damn
South Boys even be choppin' up in
New York Know what
I' m sayin'?
And that L.
A.
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