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lay down (just calm down) (woo)

I got the big beat (aha ha ha)
I hear the sound (yeah)
I got the big beat, (Dizzee Rascal)
I get on down (rolling

Fix Up, Look Sharp

Dizzee Rascal

Boy in da Corner [UK]

2004

lay down (just calm down) (woo)

I got the big beat (aha ha ha)
I hear the sound (yeah)
I got the big beat, (Dizzee Rascal)
I get on down (rolling

Convoy

C.W. McCall

C.W. McCall's Greatest Hits

1978

Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon? 
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,

Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon? 
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,

now
Hoe really gonna switch up
But I got my dick sucked, by her twin sister (Yeah)
Got my big twin chopper
Bitch need a doctor, cause I let it blow like

to the cops
Cause everybody a gangsta 'til
A body really drops
Get up real close and watch his head go pop
Chopper long as a mop
That's the shit we was taught

commotion
Chopper's on my side when WE THE rulers of forever The Devel's blood devotion
Soul eaten by the singularity, gone,
Eviscerated entering the point

From What I Was Told

Master P

I Got the Hook Up

1998

dead on bullets and shells
My people dwells to Uptown
Where the shit goes down
Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know
And do-do brown, Beats By

Thugging with the homies, tryna make it
Kicking ghetto tunes
Out the gutter, bitch, what your focus is?
Small-time hustling
Now it's time to do it big
I want

Mediterranean

Travis Scott

Mediterranean

2017

Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gangway (Offset)

I gotta tell the truth
I was expected

to shoot that motherfuckin' fire, nigga
You know what I'm sayin', every nigga that played with me died, pussy

Gang-gang-gang, big stepper, you can't do

what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,

shit (Ay)
Praise be, bitch
Thanks be to god for the chopper and the glock
Let her pull up on the block
Let her shoot up all her opps
She got the blicky,

Neon city blazing Sirens on the daily
Let 'em think I'm crazy but Nobody can faze me
Feeling faded lately I gotta take the chance now
Chopper fully

'cause they talk out their neck
And man honestly it is unending

Like woah bitch
Take a step back
My chopper bipolar and it'll react
My chopper my mouth

niggas got no purpose
Keep that thang on holsters
Keep that strap on shoulders

And it's fuck all the ops
Stay right with my chops
Jus trynna get big, jus

I been through this bitch groove
My boy sassy out his mind, he lift that chopper up and lose
And watch Rich Ron, yo, bitch, you know that money shit

make no sense
Count it up I been all on the road
New monte carlo I go sit it on some 4s
While he tote that chopper ima hustle for my bros
She got ha own

from the Netherlands
Pull out the chopper, then light up the heaven by night to retaliate (ayy)
Chances of gettin' away with your schemes are one in

the drama
Send him to the ER, have a nigga trauma
Nigga bleedin' out, man, yellin' for his mama
Chopper spittin' crazy, yeah, chopper spittin' lava
Spin that

dig dirt
Counting racks my wrist hurt
She say I'm a big flirt
Don't check me my piss dirty
Stop the violence
Used to hearing all them choppers go

on dinner dates
Me and CJ come and then it's late Chopper start kickin' like Bruce Lee

She say you drink, nah, I sip tea I walked him down, he wanna beef

You don't wanna get whacked
You be on the same thing,
Do you know that?
Knick Knack the Pateks back
The chopper is ready to zap
Hold up run it back
Me

the things
Blood on all the money im walking on the scene
Choppers and the beams perky working me
Oh im antisocial no I do not fuck with people
I tried