Die Hard - Choclair: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Die Hard

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Hip-Hop

Die Hard was released on July 13, 1999 by VM Canada as a part of the album Ice Cold

Song Details

Release DateJuly 13, 1999

LabelVM Canada

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM94

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Choclair

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kareem Blake

Composer

B. Leonard

Composer

Romeo Jacobs

Composer

Karl Amani Wailoo

Karl Amani Wailoo

Composer

Sheldon Pitt

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Troy Hightower

Mixing Engineer

Solitair

Producer

Roger Swan

Recording Engineer

Neville "Gadget" Campbell

Neville "Gadget" Campbell

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Baby, breathe on me

What's up, big baby? Uh

Choclair, dog

Grassroots, dog

T dot O dot

Northwest, baby

Vancity, big girl

What's up, girl? Breathe on me

We let the hook run, now it's time to undo

And let my lyrics travel down the barrel and spit you

That's how we roll, getting ready, rocking to

These hard tracks, we climax and vacuum

In this state, I see you love the way we penetrate

Touch your spot, make it hot like bullets, we regulate

Staying under, like weight, push you through states

Busting these crates of records with my ways and methods

In this day and life, I keep my game tight

We steady balling like it's crunch time

We get's yelling on the mic

So that money be right, so that crowd be hype

So the haters that hate got no choice to fight

To get the airtime we control with the rhyme

We let them have the mainstream, you keep it locked on mine

So divine, we keep it pure, no swine

Hip-hop will live forever long as I'm kicking mine

The mixtape rocker, knocking heads with the chiznocker

Cutting that bullshit so we be the show stopper

Got my stash, now I got ya

Cock back my dreaded fishlines and drop ya

This is the madness sphere representing for the Chiznocks

Vancity, case you forgot

To the T dot and everything beyond and in between

Y'all know what I mean, keep it rolling, we provide the steam

I either come grizzed out or pimped out

If I get twist, I bone a chick in a treehouse with just socks on

Have a **** start dancing when these lights turn on

Never beat around the bush 'cause then these things prolong

Same song people on but I'm against the grain

I stand solitaire and marvelously shock your brain

You looking corny like some cameos without no fame

See, you rap for enjoyment, I rap for employment

It pays me, it sways me, travels me, it takes me

Fades me weekly and gets my dick sucked daily

Your ho on me couldn't fuck with my entourage

And all your hits and all your bun downs are camouflaged

And while you doing shows, your boys camp called

I be on tour with sweets getting boned by freaks

You be at picnics, trying to ball like you sweet

With your music loud, flossing like you ten G's a week

The way you shit sweet, boy, the world is mine

I got you scared like you talking Candyman five times

You look up in the mirror and reflection is mine

With my dick in your bitch while I'm back in her wine

Now, nothing you can say can ever phase me

I'll say it again (Nothing you can say can ever phase me)

I'll say my shit twice just in case the first time you didn't hear me

I spunk up in your eye so you can see the shocks clearly

Nasty as I wanna be a Luke fan forever

And green **** always seem to have the vendettas

With critics on the d-dick you can suck it 'til it's fitted

And girls who weren't down to see me now, well, you can quit it

I used to let it slide but now I felt I must address it

I'm still the same kid from T Dot to Noriega, yo

Die hard **** running wild tonight, woah

Too bright, ****, dim the lights

And spark up the Dutch, my style's too much

Get it all, never get enough, huh, I got y'all

Die hard **** running wild tonight, woah

Too bright, ****, dim the lights

Say what? Who that all up in the cut?

Yo, the Vancity general who don't give a fuck

Mop them up, so quote the murder I wrote

Going straight for the throat 'cause we hungry and broke

Even though we got stacks, awards, and gold plaques

I still whoop that ass so don't twist the facts

Mr. Verbal Attack'll split your wig right back

Strictly hard contact and make 'em respect that

My authority has a lifetime warranty

And the story be, yo, you can't fuck with me, rookie

We dominate for the whole century

Even your kids' kids'll know when they mention me

Eternal entity, let it be known I existed

Twenty-four seven plus the Dutch'll stay twisted

Don't affiliate with you fake-ass bitches

Violators, now the red get wicked

You all run when we bust the big guns

'Cause you small caliber up against the M1

Buffalo soldier, stand at attention

While your girl stands at ease showing us affection

She love the Squan Dog and Rapsoll connection

The Squan Dog and Rapsoll connection, so

Die hard **** running wild tonight, woah

Too bright, ****, dim the lights

And spark up the Dutch, my style's too much

Get it all, never get enough, huh, I got y'all

Die hard **** running wild tonight, woah

Too bright, ****, dim the lights

And spark up the Dutch, my style's too much

Get it all, never get enough, huh, I got y'all

Die hard **** running wild tonight, woah

Too bright, ****, dim the lights

And spark up the Dutch, my style's too much

Get it all, never get enough, huh, I got y'all

Die hard **** running wild tonight, woah

Too bright, ****, dim the lights

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome to the stage Choclair

Yo, yo, yo, what's going on, y'all?

If y'all came here to party today, I wanna hear you make some noise

I said, I wanna hear you make some noise

'Cause this is how the circle does it, baby, what?

Popped out things, baby

Written by: B. Leonard, Kareem Blake, Karl Amani Wailoo, Romeo Jacobs, Sheldon Pitt

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