Choppin' Blades - UGK 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 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 - f**k 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 404

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