Choppin' Blades

[Pimp C] Uh...hol' up (hol' up)

For all them ****** 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 *****

Polo horses on my bed - ****

Hilfiger I'm

Pimp C, *****, in the ghetto

I'm a star

I made this for the ****** 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 ****-suckin' pros

That like to get exposed, and play with they nose

And bend they ***** over, for my *****, and touch they toes

She do that **** 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' ****** 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, *****,

I keeps my rims clean

Shinin through a dim scene

Got yo' ***** wetter than the captain of the swim team

Steppin' out the

Caddy, *****,

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, *****, you gotta chop

And Southern ****** still got the nerve to ride

D's I ain't hatin' on

Daytons, but it's 2000, ***** 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 *****, 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.