Chop Shop lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Intro]
"Ay man, check this junt right here out, this junt clean ain't it man"
"Ooh this junt bangin' dog"
"Check these 20's out on this b*tch"
"Ooh wee where'd you get these thangs from?"
"Mane, Hummer, this just dropped today"
"Ooh who the f*ck is that?"
"Ay my nig, you got change for a hundred my n*gga?"
"No i ain't got it."
"AY b*tch, GIMME THESE MUTHATf*ckIN KEYS, GIMME THE MUTHAf*ckIN KEYS HOE"
"Ay man, you betta give him the muthaf*ckin' keys, he look serious"
"b*tch YOU A BANANA, b*tch YOU GONNA GET PEELED"

[Verse I: Gangsta Boo]
Call my n*gga Project Pat
Dog I got them ends
I need 20's, Navigation 500 S Benz
Real quick, can I flip the script?
I wanna be clean n*gga
I wanna be seen n*gga
Come and make this cheese n*gga
I know where that n*gga lay
I know where that n*gga stay
I know you can get him cuz I f*cked that boy the other day
Don't forget to beep me twice when you get the prize
I'll be sittin' here proud, waitin' for it tonight
[Verse II: Project Pat]
Imma let the gun talk once I find where he's livin' (GB: Yuh)
Or in the streets if I catch his ass slippin (GB: Yuh)
Hope when I ask for his sh*t, he start trippin' (GB: Yuh)
Bullets pop off, get his sh*t, then I'm dippin' (GB: Yo)
To ya chop shop cuz them cars you be flippin'
Imma get the one that'll fit yo description (GB: Right)
Must be the boy who you said who was trickin'
Hit you on the horn cuz this cheese I ain't missin'

[Verse III: Gangsta Boo]
Man look, I don't really talk on phones, they be tapped
You just make sure you get here and you get back
I'll guide you for a minute since you don't know where he stay
Winchester, Kings Gate, first left driveway
Man jack up if you have to smack up
Bring that Benz-o straight to me
Imma be relaxin' in my mansion locked you got the key
When I get the car, I'm gonna take it to the Chop City
Hit me when you finished
What's the business, are you diggin' me?

[Verse IV: Project Pat]
I do crime anywhere and escape like Houdini
Say what you want, for the cheese I'm your genie
Saw the trick ridin' in his hood, lookin' cleanly
Benz-o and AMG so Imma scheme him
Neva saw the jack move but it was meany
Caught him at the light, put the tone to his beamer (GB: Blah!)
Blew his brains out body on the sceney
Things got a mess but I got away cleanly
[Outro]
PP: Boo mane, I got yo keys right here baby
GB: Yo Gold Mouth, what the f*ck is this!?
PP: What's up?
GB: Nah Pat, this the wrong car man!
PP: It's the wrong car?
GB: You hit the wrong n*gga!
PP: Whatchu talm bout man?
GB: Man damn, first
PP: Man Boo, don't start that
GB: Uh-uh man. First driveway, man
PP: Don't start that
GB: First left Kings Gate
PP: Man look, give me seventy five-hundred
GB: Hell nah. I can't give you sh*t for this. This the wrong car man, you done f*cked up!
PP: Give me seven thousand or sum man! I can't man, come on man, don't do me like that man! You trippin' mane!
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