Big Moe F- D-gotti D-wreck Noke-d Choppas Lyrics

Choppas Lyrics

(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

 

 (Talking)

 Know what I'm saying

 Stay sipping