Choppers lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Chorus: Project Pat]
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

[Verse 1: 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 n*ggas that's player hatin'
I don't give a f*ck, call it short ten years I was facing
b*tch wanted B.G. to get out but that ain't 'bout natin'
B.G. a livin' legend that represent the streets
TV's is what I'm watching while I'm in my Mercedes Jeep
I don't check b*tch n*ggas, been splittin' n*ggas
I'm thuggin' with Project Pat we all rich n*ggas
Presidential Rolex wrapped around my wrist n*gga
n*gga hope after the show I'm f*cking yo b*tch n*gga
Act like a n*gga Cash Money like to shine n*gga
Pay attention, 'cause we hypnotize yo mind n*gga
About my cash so I stay on the grind n*gga
You wanna war look I'm ready at all times n*gga
'Bout mine n*gga get it right get it right
[Verse 2: Birdman]
What you say B.G. these n*ggas better get it right
Everybody stay in line
n*ggas totin gats and breakin backs but
In 98 we shine, in 99 it's n*gga time
And I'm gone get mine
n*ggas incarcerated doing time shouting f*ck one time
Got limo tents with rolie's that gone line
Totin two nines, shots from the front and behind
Let b*tch n*ggas know they can't take mine
I'm using my mind, 'cause I'm enhancing doing crime
And you gon' hear it in all my rhymes
I'm moving bricks to set tricks making sure
Every ho' I f*ck with suck my di*k
My baby momma could miss me with that bullsh*t
I want the money, a Rolex, a 99 Roles Royce Kaneice slick
n*ggas bettin' shoutin' how you luv that? These other
n*ggas keep stealin' but I don't understand that
Not f*cking these hoes with Project Pat
n*gga tell me how you love that, tell me how you love that

[Chorus: Project Pat]
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
[Verse 3: 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 b*tches, mane, don't 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)
Some n*ggas wanna show love but they know they hate
Know they fake, when I touch ya dome won't be sh*t funny
Like Baby and B.G. I want that Cash Money
The fast money, I'm addicted to this fast life
Just like a junkie smoking crack out that glass pipe
Yo ass might as well try to jack yo momma
I never had sh*t, you run up and catch drama
A real n*gga ya step ya die see yo ass
Rather try crack before you try me

[Chorus: Project Pat]
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
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