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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bun B
Bun B
Vocals
Craig Love
Craig Love
Guitar
Pimp C
Pimp C
Vocals
Schoolly D
Schoolly D
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Butler
Chad Butler
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Brandt Jones
Brandt Jones
Songwriter
Dannell Stevens
Dannell Stevens
Songwriter
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Songwriter
Jesse Weaver
Jesse Weaver
Songwriter
Marvin Whitemon
Marvin Whitemon
Songwriter
Tenina Stevens
Tenina Stevens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
UGK
UGK
Recording Engineer
Pimp C
Pimp C
Producer
Leroy White
Leroy White
Recording Engineer
Dale "Rambro" Ramsey
Dale "Rambro" Ramsey
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made 90s was for jackin', 2000 for the ballers The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala Sellin' big cheese, keep pushin', my nigga Polo horses on my bed-fuck Hilfiga I'm Pimp C bitch, in the ghetto, I'm a star I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Now, when I turn my knock up, and bangin' yo' block up Without pickin' my Glock up, I'm raisin' my stock up I got haters on lock-up boy, they slangin' rock up And bangin' Makaveli 7, crankin' my 'Pac up Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin' Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin' Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin' Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin' Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin' Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin' In a black 'Lac mackin' wit' a bop in a fade Boy, we fat stack packin', steady choppin' on blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades It's time to hit the slab, Benz sittin' low I'm puffin' on the 'dro, I got the pistol in the do' I pulled up in my ride, these hoes lookin' hot If she get up on my leatha, then her panties gon' drop I just can't stop bleedin' my block Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock I just can't stop bleedin' my block Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock I just can't stop bleedin' my block Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock They put it in they mouth and never say,"No" Some nut suckin' hoes, I mean some dick suckin' pros That like to get exposed, and play with they nose And bend they pussy over, for my nigga, and touch they toes She do that shit for daddy, but them tricks gotta pay Just like E 40 Pimpin' in a major way It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs I'm deep up in the street, I'm tryin' to fill my nuts And later on I'ma try to skeet it on her butt Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Say, nigga, I keeps my rims clean Shiny thru a scene Got yo' bitch wetter than the captain of the swim team Steppin' out the Caddy, bitch, I'm fresher than Dentyne Slicker than Crisco, sweeter than Nabisco From Philly to 'Frisco where the Don be a Sisqo You better get some blades if you still ridin' this ho Boys puttin' Swangers on Benzes, it gotta stop If you fittin' ta ride foreign, then, nigga, you gotta chop And Southern niggas still got the nerve to ride D's I ain't hatin' on Daytons, but it's 2000, nigga please It's all about the candy paint, it's all about the Vogues It's all about the slab, baby, it's all about the hoes Got some cars and some pros some real and some fraud Hated on by a nigga, hated on by a broad So long as J's sell, and them boppin' hoes slut I'll be ridin' chromin' blades, steady choppin' hoes up Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Could I, would I, should I break 'em? Uh, I wanna chop blades Yeah, dedicated to boys choppin' on chromin' thangs Damn blades, know what I'm sayin'? Boys choppin' in the Choppin' in that 4th Choppin' in the 5th Acres Home
Writer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Tenina Stevens, Brandt Jones, Marvin Whitemon, Jesse Bonds Weaver Jr., Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Danell L. Stevens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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