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Lyrics
Down south we roll on choppers, on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers, on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on chop
Pushin' the big body Benz with no top
Stop
I'm 'bout to approach the red light (Red light)
Sippin' Red Sprite, blue lens, head lights (Light)
Better for night sight
'Cause I can beat my opponents
One deep blowin' sweets when I creep up on it (Creep on it)
Finesse, headin' west
TV in the head rest
Leather and wood wheel
Placed in front of my chest (Front of my chest)
Mercedes class S
Park Place on the plates
Big body sittin' swoll
Look like it been liftin' weights (Liftin' weights)
Stampeedin' out the gates
Hundred miles per hour
V-dozen horse power
Got **** mouth sour (Sour, sour)
Stayin' tall as a tower
Crawlin' slap supreme
'Mashing the gasoline
Under them 19s (19s)
Coach platineme
Wood grained contaminated
On the mob, paint job
Got the seats lookin' laminated
Down south we roll on choppers, on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers, on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Well down south we rollin' nation wide
I popped up and Moe, you're in foreign ride
I put it down with my kin Po' yo
On the low, low
I'm a young pro
In the game I ain't lame
Rollin' out on chop
Smokin' on the killa' mary jane
And the job's freestyle
Player buck wild
Big a-Moe is a throwed child
I'ma lean, lean
Stack my green
Everytime you see the Moe
I'm on the codeine
I'm out the damn tray
A player don't play
I'm 'bout to choppin' up the boulevard everyday
On choppers
Rollin' on choppers
Rollin' on chop
Rollin' on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers, on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers, on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
They got the fillas from three wheelers
To twenty inch rims pillas
Next week catch us on TV
Like, "Look at them ****"
Slammin' doors
Hoes wanna creep with them
Sleep with them
Them boys roll deep, this real (This real)
Down south is the spot
Where spokes get broke
Nine layers of clear coat
Flossin' wit no note (Flossin' with no note)
Forty inches round my throat
With a blingin' piece
On Vo's, doggin' my hoes
With the bumper release (Bumper release)
Me Chris, Magic, and Sweeps
We rappin' the Yella
Rappin' together for life
We gon' rap it forever (Rap it forever)
Hoggin' the lane
Raise that ass, shake that thing
Hit all sixteen switches
Tryna break the frame (Break that frame)
Nationwide in the game
Time to expose our habits
Went from bustin' nine carats (Carats)
To V squares wit karats
I swear it, we throwed
Down south is the place
Sensei, signin' off
It's all in they face, lames
Down south we roll on choppers, on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers, on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we be rolling on those choppers
Down south we be rolling on those choppers
Down south we be rolling on those choppers
Down south we be rolling on those choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
Down south we roll on choppers
We gon' chop
We gonna roll, rollin', rollin', rollin' on the choppers
We gon' roll
Rollin' on choppers and put on 'em boppers
Written by: Big Pokey
