Lyrics:
Draw down with that Tec and bleed
I'm rockin' v-neck with V's (VVS's)
I pull up with a bitch and let her rip it real rapid
We live by the codes
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
Chopper city in my neighborhood
South Baton Rouge
Nigga, what?
4's up, 4's down, talk
Long clips and choppers
In this hood where they don't
Track life boss made, I'm a go getter
Still real, still solid, no ho nigga
You ain't just heard what happened to them ho niggas?
Everybody gettin'
pretty hot
'Cause he knowin that Tecca Ninna's a dirty chopper
He's handle, holmes, here's a handful
How in the hell he hovering having hella go H.A.M.
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
You know 'bout me and my chopper, nigga
Watch this
Nigga, I'm dressed in my T, Girbauds, and Reeboks
Gotta settle beef for a nigga shot up my
nigga
Riding by in Lamborghinis going beep beep
Choppers on deck, yeah the choppers on deck
More money, more problems, more sex
More bitches more cash,
in here
Turn the lights on, turn the lights on
Turn the lights on, turn the lights on
Asshole by nature, tell them bitches remember
I'm a hunnid
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
and say it's real, real good
Be on here with Guggi said is real, real good
Silk the chop of my chopper, young nigga get la segualla
Look at my finger
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
got is weight, fed them lil gun
Chopper with a drum, bury me a nigga
That day ever come
I'mma die a real nigga
I'mma die a real nigga
I'mma die a real
on water, uh (water)
However you wanna play, choppers on choppers on choppers, uh (yoppers)
I live at the bank, commas on commas on commas, yeah (uh)
Paper
chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap
We carry pipes, fuck typin', we ain't into that
Real niggas on that nigga, where that nigga at?
Put some
me?
I love the money, she more than a friend
Never forget how the story began
Real as they come, I don't gotta pretend
Live by the gun, die by
This real talk type shit, I swear to God
We just don't call this shit drink, you know I'm sayin'?
Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch,
than the
Dollar bills in your salaries
Snapin' these bitches into reality
Cryin' and pain, blind by the chain
Niggas can't deny the reign
It's a shame
Dancing on the creek bank
Blue eyes and auburn hair
It was the best years of our lives
We didn't have a care
Going 90 miles an hour
A truck
Loaded dice drop
Load up the chopper
Then hear the pop
Used to do deals out the back of the bagel shop
I am so real, if I die I'll go down like pac
[Master P]
(LBC, New Orleans ha ha) Yo dog, uh
[Snoop]
Sup P?
[Master P:]
(Ha ha) That's some real shit
(Where the hot boys at,
Where
reason, yeah (yeah)
Don't give a fuck, my momma grievin', yeah
Pull up with them choppers and I get even
Yeah, get even
Momma cry (momma cry, yeah)
bo-ties
Transportin through a airport securities
In cahoots with the San Juan authorities
Hated by majorities, loved by minorities
Uhh,
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