Choppa Dance lyrics

by

D-Lo


[Intro: D-Lo]
Rude boy mafia n*gga
D-Lo, D-Lo
Look, Look

[Verse 1: D-Lo]
All my n*ggas got aim I'm talking snipers, DC
One call will get you knocked off, I'm a general, no DB
I be riding round with my Kim K and a AK, no Kanye
I done smoked weed with that n*gga Wiz, I drank syrup no Bombay
Got a mac connect with that A-1, been a real n*gga since day one
I bounce out and hit that choppa dance on a snitch n*gga, J-Kwon
I be runnin sh*t no Usain, Big 40 slugs through your membrane
Got bands on me, Ben Franks, 50 Gs thats 10k
So all this gold on me got your ho on me
n*gga I don't even want that b*tch
A broke ho is a no no
(n*gga I don't even want that b*tch)
I beat a n*gga like Ekzakt, mix a n*gga like Sean Sauce
I play hard but I work harder, n*gga I don't take no time off
I took a n*gga's b*tch and it was easy, beat a outta pocket ho up, Chris Breezy
Boy I murder sh*t, smooth getaway, n*gga that sh*t too easy
Versace versace medusa head on me like I'm illuminati
This is an Oakland community n*ggas get shot on my property...
I ain't even know I could rap like that
2 40's, 2 9's, 2 K's, 1 mac, my n*gga I ain't know I was strapped like that
Hundred rounds in that choppa, hundred bands in my safe n*gga
Hell no you ain't safe n*gga, big thing to your face n*gga

Big thing to your face n*gga
Big thing to your face n*gga
Big thing to your face n*gga
Hell no you ain't safe n*gga
Big thing to your face n*gga

[Inro 2: D-Lo]
Ay you n*ggas thought I was done huh?
Sleep! Greedy man what's happening?
Rude boy n*gga
Rude boy n*gga

[Verse 2: D-Lo]
I turn into a military vet
With a tech, and disconnect your head from your neck, sleep!
When I pull this thirty out I turn you n*ggas to strippers
Man I was born into the mob like my bruh bruh Chippass
East Oakland, that's what I'm reppin'
If you scared go to church boy
You need a blessin'
I f*ck with Burn Out n*gga and you ain't know that?
Every time I bust the 40 flash like a kodak
Look, if I ain't rappin' boy I'm pimpin and sendin hoes
Foreign b*tches got them dancing in centerfolds
Free my cousin Chalie free my brother John
Free that n*gga Boosie ain't it about that time?
Yeah b*tch I cop cars no officers
A couple bands for the di*k is what it's costing her
Money stacked up I'm talking knee-high
Bad b*tches I don't f*ck with tinies I ain't TI
Haha, I said there's levels to this sh*t
Got all these bezels in my wrist I'm off this Sprite and Activis (Syrup)
I said there's levels to this sh*t
Got all these bezels in my wrist I'm off this Sprite and Activis (Syrup)

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