Underground Kingz Choppin' Blades Lyrics

Dirty Money Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Let Me See It
  • 2 Choppin' Blades
  • 3 Look at Me
  • 4 Ain't That a Bitch
  • 5 Gold Grill
  • 6 PA Nigga
  • 7 Holdin' Na
  • 8 Don't Say Shit
  • 9 Dirty Money
  • 10 Like a Pimp
  • 11 Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion
  • 12 Take It Off
  • 13 Wood Wheel
  • 14 Money, Hoes & Power
  • [Pimp C]
    Uh...hol' up (hol' up)
    For all them niggas out there ridin' candy
    Know what I'm talkin' about?
    Uh...Uh...Blowin' on somethin' sweet, (uh)
    Goin' down (goin' down)
    Hol' up (hol' up)....uh
    Check it..

    [Pimp C]
    Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
    Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made
    The 90s was for jackin', 2000 for the ballers:
    The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala
    If you sellin' big cheese, keep pushin', 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 tryin' 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 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'
    In a black 'Lac mackin' wit' a bop in a fade
    Boy, we fat stack packin', steady choppin' on blades...blades...blades..

    [Chorus: x4]

    [Pimp C]
    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
    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
    She 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...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
    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...hoes up...hoes up..

    [Chorus: x16]

    [Bun B]
    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
    Southside MLK
    Southwest ??
    Club ??
    Boys choppin' on blades in P.A
    Up and down Gulf Way
    On the Westside
    Eastside
    Boys choppin' in D-town
    In that Oakcliff
    In that North Dallas
    Boys choppin' all over this damn South
    Boys even be choppin' up in New York
    Know what I'm sayin'? And that L.A.

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