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Chop Chop Slide
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Listen to Bang! Pow! Boom! Nuclear by Insane Clown Posse
ALBUMBang! Pow! Boom! NuclearInsane Clown Posse
Listen to Insane Clown Posse Essentials featuring Insane Clown Posse
PLAYLISTInsane Clown Posse EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shaggy 2 Dope
Shaggy 2 Dope
Vocals
Violent J
Violent J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Bruce
Joseph Bruce
Songwriter
Joseph Utsler
Joseph Utsler
Songwriter
Mike E. Clark
Mike E. Clark
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Kozy
Bill Kozy
Mixing Engineer
Eric Davie
Eric Davie
Assistant Engineer
Jim Kissling
Jim Kissling
Mastering Engineer
Mike E. Clark
Mike E. Clark
Producer
Todd Fairall
Todd Fairall
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Uh oh, and here we go Yeah, that's Mike E. Clark And we're the Insane Clown Posse And this here is the chop chop slide If you heard something similar to this Fuck that, 'cause we the shit Juggalos, what's our signal? Whoop-whoop! That's right! Now what we gonna do is clap four times quickly and bust the signal Whoop-whoop! Whoop-whoop! Yeah, not bad, not bad But let's do it again, some of y'all were a little slow on that clappin' Let's try it again, here we go now Whoop-whoop! Whoop-whoop! Not bad, not bad But some of y'all just need to loosen up, just loosen up I know everybody has their own little dance they like to do, their own little personal get jiggy move We're gonna bust it right now, get loose, y'all Get, get, get, get loose Get, get, get, get loose Get, get, get, get loose Come and break it down Looking good, Juggalos, but some of y'all still got rigor mortis We need to loosen on up We're gonna get jiggy in your own kinda way, come on Get, get, get, get loose Get, get, get, get loose Get, get, get, get loose Come and break it down Aw yeah, but you know It wouldn't be a Juggalo party if somebody didn't get shot Now right about now, I want you to picture You have two nine millimeters, one in each hand And here is what you gonna do, Juggalos You're gonna take those guns, right? Put 'em in the air and bust, bust, bust, bust Put 'em in the air and bust, bust, bust, bust Hahaha, oh, yeah Now right about now, your neck is red That's right, we all got a red neck And we're sippin' that moonshine right about now Everybody's a red neck and we're all do-si-doin' Spinnin' around, here we go Round and round and round we go And round and around we go (round and round) Round and round and round we go And round and around we go (round and round) Now shoot that redneck Bust, bust, bust, bust Okay, now clap four times and bust the signal Whoop-whoop! Whoop-whoop! (again) Whoop-whoop! Whoop-whoop! Aight y'all, B-Boy stands, cross your arms, fold your arms 'Cause we the shit, we the shit, we the shit What are we? We the shit, we the shit, we the shit Cross your arms We the shit, we the shit, we the shit What are we? We the shit, we the shit, we the shit That's right, we the shit But we ain't too cool to get loose, hell nah Juggalos, do your thing Get, get, get, get loose Get, get, get, get loose Get, get, get, get loose Come and break it down Now pull your hatchets out, Juggalos Pull your hatchets and put 'em in the air 'Cause is time for somebody to die in this bitch Come on Chop, chop, chop, chop Swing, swing, swing, swing Chop, chop, chop, chop Swing, swing, swing, swing And then shoot that bitch! Bust, bust, bust, bust Uh oh, send in the rednecks, all of em, spinnin' round and round Round and round and round we go And round and around we go (round and round) And round and round we go And round and around we go Now murder! Alright, pull your hatchets out Chop, chop, chop, chop Swing, swing, swing, swing Now murder! Swing, swing, swing, swing Uh oh, here come the popo, too much murder And when they get here they gonna find out that we the shit Come on, 'cause we the shit, we the shit, we the shit What are we? We the shit, we the shit, we the shit Cross your arms We the shit, we the shit, we the shit What are we? We the shit, we the shit, we the shit Yeah, and you know Juggalos ain't never afraid to cuss Open the windows and let it out Come on, here we go Fuck, shit, pussy, ass, motherfucking, damn, bitch Bitch, damn, motherfucking, ass, pussy, shit, fuck Yeah, but the only thing was, some of y'all sounded a little scared to cuss So let's do it again twice as loud and be proud Fuck, shit, pussy, ass, motherfucking, damn, bitch Bitch, damn, motherfucking, ass, pussy, shit, fuck Alright fam, that's what we are, family up in here tonight Everybody, look to the person next to you, in front of you, behind you, and give 'em a dap What up? Sup? What up? Hey What up? Sup? What up? Hey What up? Sup? What up? Hey What up? Sup? Now bust your shit! Get, get, get, get loose Get, get, get, get loose Get, get, get, get loose Oop, you missed somebody! What up? Sup? What up? Hey What up? Sup? What up? Hey What up? Sup? What up? Hey What up? Sup? Someone got away Chop, chop, chop, chop Swing, swing, swing, swing Chop, chop, chop, chop Swing, swing, swing, swing Pull out your guns! Alright, Juggalos, let me hear that filthy mouth Fuck, shit, pussy, ass, motherfucking, damn, bitch Hahahaha, yeah There it is, chop chop slide, also known as the Juggalo Step And always remember What album is this on? Bang! Pow! Boom! What album is this on? Bang! Pow! Boom! What album is this on? Bang! Pow! Boom! What album is this on? Bang! Pow! Boom! What album is this on? Bang! Pow! Boom! What album is this on? Bang! Pow! Boom! What album is this on?
Writer(s): Joseph Bruce, Michael Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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