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Project Pat - Choppers lyrics
chorus: 2x] On the block we got them choppers we got them choppers in the car we got them choppers we got them choppers at the club we got them choppers we got them choppers ain't no love we got them choppers we got them choppers [B.G.] Look chopper totin is my occupation set my ground I'm representing in this situation since I was young it been all about paper chasing it was a trauma for niggas that been player hatin I don't give a fuck call it short ten years I was facing Bitch wanted B.G.z to get out but that ain't bout natin B.G. a livin legend that represent the streets t.v's is what i'm watching while i'm in my Mercedes Jeep I don't check niggas then splittin niggas I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich niggas presidential Rolex wrapped around my wrist nigga nigga hope after the show i'm fucking yo bitch nigga act like a nigga Cash Money like to shine nigga pay attention cause we hypnotize yo mind nigga about my cash so I stay on the grind nigga you wanna war look i'm ready at all times nigga bout mine nigga get it right get it right [Baby] What you say B.G.z these niggas better get it right everybody stay in line Niggas totin gats and breakin backs but in 98 we shine in 99 it's nigga time and i'm gone get mine niggas incausterated doing time shouting fuck one time got limo tents with rolie's that gone line totin two nines shots from the front and behind let bitch niggas know they can't take mine i'm using my mind cause i'm enhancing doing crime and you gone hear it in all my rhymes i'm moving bricks to set tricks making sure every hoe I fuck with suck my dick my baby momma could miss me with that bullshit I want the money, a rolex, a 99 roles royce kaneice slick niggas bettin shoutin how you luv that? These other niggas keep stealin but I don't understand that not fucking these hoes with Project Pat nigga tell me how you love that tell me how you luv that [Repeat Chorus: 2x] [Project Pat] I'm yo dawg Project Pat ghetto section A housing stomach pain growling got me on the prowling streets got me wildin backstabbers smilin now i'm catchin checks for some hundreds and thousands i'm housing these bitches man dope try to down me grew up in the hood so you hoes better crown me get from round me i'm a thug be beside me(out of state) wanna show love but they know they can't know they fake when I touch ya dome won't be shit funny like Baby and B.G. I want that Cash Money the fast money i'm addicted to this fast life just like a drunk i'm smoking crack out that glass pipe yo ass might as well try to jack yo momma I never had shit to run up and cacth troubles a real nigga ya step ya die see yo ass rather try crack before you try me [Repeat Chorus: 3x |
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