(D-Gotti talking)
We Po'ed up, we showed up
and we still rolling on
choppas
it ain't stoping know what im talking about
it's D-goti,
wreckshop to tha grave
it's going down, mo-yo, feel this here
baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these
babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is
knockin'
Felling my FUBU
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles
throug the lot like im in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets
like bees
We the G's that be's and i'll flow from over seas
Hold the
trees big moe while I split the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O going bout
4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt
Im bout to jump down and
flirt
And get up some skirts
Let the ice do the work
Put us up in
the dentist
After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
You can
fuck
but your ass can't stay and drank drank
Next morning we hooked up
eating breakfast at the Frank's
Doing the same thing we did the day
before
Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad
hoe's
(Chorus)
Chop-pas
Rolling in my candy red car
Roling on Chop-pas
Sippin a big daddy cup of barre
Chop-pas
I
Gotta feel that Mo-yo
Crawling through these city streets
Sippin on a
what straight 4
And we rollin
(Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)
Down
south, We rolling nation wide
Popped up mo-yo foregin ride
Put it down
for that boy Po-yo
On the low low Im a young pro
In this game I ain't
lame
Rolling down on chops
Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane
Coming
down freestyle, playa buck wild
Big M.O.E. is a throwed child
Im a
leave lean , stack my green
Everytime you see the moe im on the
codine
Im out the damn tre, a playa don't play
Bout to chop it up for
them boys everyday
Choppa's, rolling on those choppa's
Cha-cha-pas
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Noke-D)
Chop Chop,
When i hit the block
I told you once before that the shit won't
stop
Wreckshop to the grave trunk pop make it say hey
Hello hi hey how
ya doing
Put the screw in your deck Throw up yo set,
And go on break
your neck cause the 20 inchs wet
And I bet that if we sip three whole
eights
Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!
(Verse 4:
D-Wreck)
Wreckshop baby so playa made
Im a let the top down let the
sun hit the braids
Im a bleed these blocks till my heart beat stop
Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck tote glocks,
cause we tote big knots
Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop
So
clean when we shop, my car never stop
Candy gleam off the drop make your
girl flip flop
D-wrezay tell me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill
want a billon dollar deal
Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel
Some get
it how they love it but we get it how we feel
D-Wreck, Noke-D handle
business the same
We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this
thang
Some thangs never change they remain the same
P-A-T and E-S-G and
M-O-E gone bang
rolling
(Chorus 2x)
(Big
M.O.E.)
Chop chop-pas
Coming down I'm a G
Chop chop-pas
Gotta
feel that M-O-E
Chop Chop-pas
Mo-yo and the Noke-D
D-Gotti rolling
with Mo-yo
D-Wreck let em know we aint no hoe
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Breaking boys off in the south
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Drank
syrup so I don't cough
Chop Chop-pas
It's Mo-yo a young G
I gotta
feel Barre Baby
Wrecking these H-Town streets
Rolling on
yea
(Verse 5: Big Moe)
Chop chop chop chop chop
I keep a glock
cocked
For the haters Knock knock
I do the body roc make the ass end
hop
What's the damn deal Moe i'm for real
Hold the microphone showing
my naked skills
Whats up Noke-D, Whats up Skip dog
Out the south side
Moe rolling Boss hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its
Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down
and you know a G
Letting them boys what know
Stay sipping
drank
Sippin my sealed out pint
I'll beat that seal on a 4 man
just in case im a roll with Pokey
Sippin on P P-t
All cause my
partna big snoop
Sippin on Drank Gal-lon
Boys can't drank more than
Moe
Drank Baby
Boys talking bout they the barre baby
I've been
saying this shit since long ago
Out my momma womb I sipped a 4
Its Big
Moe, Mo-yo
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