Choppin' Blades

(álbum: Dirty Money - 2001)

[Pimp C]
Uh...hol' up (hol' up)
For all them niggas out there riding candy
Know what I'm talking about?
Uh...Uh...Blowing on something sweet, (uh)
Going down (going down)
Hol' up (hol' up)....uh
Check it..

[Pimp C]
Boys kicking back, laying in the shade
Ain't nobody tripping 'cause the money already made
The 90s was for jacking, 2000 for the ballers:
The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala
If you selling big cheese, keep pushing, my nigga
Polo horses on my bed fuck Hilfiger
I'm Pimp C, bitch, in the ghetto I'm a star
I made this for the niggas trying ta chop in they cars...cars...cars..

[Chorus: Pimp C]
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

[Bun B]
Now, when I turn my knock up, and banging yo' block up
Without picking my Glock up, I'm raising my stock up
I got haters on lock-up...boy, they slanging rock up
And banging Makaveli 7, cranking my 'Pac up
Now, ain't no stopping when the tops start dropping
Hearing Fat Pat rapping, your hat back caping
In a black 'Lac macking wit' a bop in a fade
Boy, we fat stack packing, steady chopping on blades...blades...blades..

[Chorus: x4]

[Pimp C]
It's time to hit the slab
Benz sitting low
I'm puffing on the 'dro, I got the pistol in the do'
I pulled up in my ride, these hoes looking hot
If she get up on my leatha, then her panties gon' drop
I just can't stop...bleeding 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-sucking hoes, I mean some dick-sucking 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: Pimping in a major way
It's all for the money
She trying ta stay paid
She steady breaking niggas on them shiny-ass thangs
I'm deep up in the street
I'm trying to fill my nuts
And later on I'ma try to skeet it on her butt...her butt..

[Chorus: x4]

[Bun B]
Say, nigga, I keeps my rims clean
Shinin through a dim scene
Got yo' bitch wetter than the captain of the swim team
Stepping 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 riding this ho
Boys putting Swangers on Benzes, it gotta stop
If you fitting ta ride foreign, then, nigga, you gotta chop
And Southern niggas still got the nerve to ride D's
I ain't hating 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 bopping hoes slut
I'll be riding chroming blades, steady chopping hoes up...hoes up...hoes up..

[Chorus: x16]

[Bun B]
Yeah...dedicated to boys chopping on chroming thangs
Damn blades, know what I'm sayin'?
Boys chopping in the ??
Chopping in that 4th
Chopping in the 5th
Acres Home
Southside MLK
Southwest ??
Club ??
Boys chopping on blades in P.A
Up and down Gulf Way
On the Westside
Eastside
Boys chopping in D-town
In that Oakcliff
In that North Dallas
Boys chopping all over this damn South
Boys even be chopping up in New York
Know what I'm sayin'? And that L.A.