Chop Chop Lyrics

Chop Chop lyrics

f/ E.S.G.







(*talking*)



Hump, where you at baby



It's that Boss Hogg huh



We got something to show y'all though



Chop em up







[AP]



Get up all the ballas, make your way to the front



84's on blaze, and have some bang in your trunk



Sip syrup or blazing skunk, overdose if you can



I ain't saying I'm the man, but I'm your host with the plan



Instead of parlaying, I know these niggas feel what I'm saying



Cause all G's from Houston Texas, now you know where I'm staying



Crawling low tip-toeing, in a five double O



B-E-N-Z, on dash reclined watching TV



Decided what game Playstation, and a Sega cd



Later on we hold and jumping, to the pretty Bentley



Did I mention in the steering wheel's, a color TV



Tinted up blowing smoke, that's the life of a G







[Lil' Flip]



Houston we have a problem, we ball too much



Threw some blades on my ride, and now we crawl too much



Threw some paint on the car, and now we drip too much



Bought a gallon of drank, and now we sip too much



Flip too much, wood grain we grip too much



You might as well, say that H.S.E. pimp too much



Everybody wearing diamonds, so I wear baguettes



Everybody riding Benz, so I fly in a jet



I got a palace in Dallas, I got a train in Spain



Airplanes with candy wings, TV screens and thangs



Girls dancing in my mansion, playas still party too



I got ice in my mouth, but my name ain't Cube



Acting bad in the slab, filling up at Texaco



Chop chop twist twist, on my way to Mexico



Videos and commercials, radio and rehearsals



In hover crafts I love to laugh, my style is so universal







[Hook - 2x]



Chop chop twist twist, rocks is on my wrist



I'm a billion dolla balla, with a million dolla kiss



Twist twist chop chop, watch the car hop



I represent my hood, and my worldwide block







[Redd]



Candy jet flying wet, elevator sky screamer



Late night Casanova, in a Rover or the Beamer



Slanging in the intersection, squat out with a smile



On the Nextel phone, my screens spin like crystal balls



You ain't know, tell these niggas get me lean way



And if the FED's is watching, we leaving trails on the freeway



Ain't no instant replay, man we wetting niggas up



It's so hard to lose my touch, but I'm betting niggas up



Stacking paper cutting papers, never known to catch vapors



Guard the states with city exits, one hundred feet skyscrapers



Chop chop twist twist, I got rocks on my wrist



Scratching haters off my list, and blow a million dolla kiss







[Verse 4]



H-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreams



And everything in H-Town, ain't always what it seems



You might get jacked, for your blades and swangas



From MLK to the Tre, we keeping one in the chamber



H-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreams



Where we stay creased up and pieced up, top flighted codeine



Platinum bezeltine gleam, thugs wishing on a star



Stretched land Lex pop a Zanek, plus my stretches for tomorrow







[Hook - 2x]







[E.S.G.]



Chop chop twist twist, forty glock up in my wrist



Or my desert eagle resident evil, for these niggas that's on my list



You got me pissed nigga, see you's a bitch nigga



And at your concert you in dirt, and we won't miss nigga



I guess you jealous of the Benzo, on Lorenzo's



And your jacks and fools, keep bringing me the ends so



The Ghetto Twinz show, got dropped up on your head



Now meet my little friend, my Mack 10 with a infrared



I heard you hid your cars, locked your burglar bars



Don't fuck with the E and Hump chump, cause we some murder stars



This calls for war why, for they kick in your belly



Chop chop with my machete, twist your neck cause we deadly







[Hook - 2x]







Jiggidy chop chop



Jiggidy twist twist



Million dolla ballas



Million dolla kiss - 2x