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  • Текст песни Big Moe F/ D-Gotti, D-Wreck, Noke-D - Choppas



    (D-Gotti talking)
    We Po'ed up, we showed up
    and we still rolling on choppas
    it ain't stoping know what im talking about
    it's D-goti, wreckshop to tha grave
    it's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby

    (verse 1: D-Gotti)
    These blades are choppin'
    And these babes are boppin'
    Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'
    Felling my FUBU
    Hollering what it do
    Hitting circles throug the lot like im in a hula-hoop
    Who the crew that stang these streets like bees
    We the G's that be's and i'll flow from over seas
    Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo
    In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
    Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt
    Im bout to jump down and flirt
    And get up some skirts
    Let the ice do the work
    Put us up in the dentist
    After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
    You can fuck
    but your ass can't stay and drank drank
    Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's
    Doing the same thing we did the day before
    Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's

    (Chorus)
    Chop-pas
    Rolling in my candy red car
    Roling on Chop-pas
    Sippin a big daddy cup of barre
    Chop-pas
    I Gotta feel that Mo-yo
    Crawling through these city streets
    Sippin on a what straight 4
    And we rollin

    (Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)
    Down south, We rolling nation wide
    Popped up mo-yo foregin ride
    Put it down for that boy Po-yo
    On the low low Im a young pro
    In this game I ain't lame
    Rolling down on chops
    Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane
    Coming down freestyle, playa buck wild
    Big M.O.E. is a throwed child
    Im a leave lean , stack my green
    Everytime you see the moe im on the codine
    Im out the damn tre, a playa don't play
    Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday
    Choppa's, rolling on those choppa's
    Cha-cha-pas

    (Chorus)

    (Verse 3: Noke-D)
    Chop Chop, When i hit the block
    I told you once before that the shit won't stop
    Wreckshop to the grave trunk pop make it say hey
    Hello hi hey how ya doing
    Put the screw in your deck Throw up yo set,
    And go on break your neck cause the 20 inchs wet
    And I bet that if we sip three whole eights
    Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!

    (Verse 4: D-Wreck)
    Wreckshop baby so playa made
    Im a let the top down let the sun hit the braids
    Im a bleed these blocks till my heart beat stop
    Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
    D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big knots
    Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop
    So clean when we shop, my car never stop
    Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop
    D-wrezay tell me how ya feel
    It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal
    Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel
    Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel
    D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same
    We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang
    Some thangs never change they remain the same
    P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang
    rolling

    (Chorus 2x)

    (Big M.O.E.)
    Chop chop-pas
    Coming down I'm a G
    Chop chop-pas
    Gotta feel that M-O-E
    Chop Chop-pas
    Mo-yo and the Noke-D
    D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo
    D-Wreck let em know we aint no hoe
    Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
    Breaking boys off in the south
    Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
    Drank syrup so I don't cough
    Chop Chop-pas
    It's Mo-yo a young G
    I gotta feel Barre Baby
    Wrecking these H-Town streets
    Rolling on yea

    (Verse 5: Big Moe)
    Chop chop chop chop chop
    I keep a glock cocked
    For the haters Knock knock
    I do the body roc make the ass end hop
    What's the damn deal Moe i'm for real
    Hold the microphone showing my naked skills
    Whats up Noke-D, Whats up Skip dog
    Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog
    Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
    Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
    Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
    Crawling down and you know a G
    Letting them boys what know
    Stay sipping drank
    Sippin my sealed out pint
    I'll beat that seal on a 4 man
    just in case im a roll with Pokey
    Sippin on P P-t
    All cause my partna big snoop
    Sippin on Drank Gal-lon
    Boys can't drank more than Moe
    Drank Baby
    Boys talking bout they the barre baby
    I've been saying this shit since long ago
    Out my momma womb I sipped a 4
    Its Big Moe, Mo-yo

    (Talking)
    Know what I'm saying
    Stay sipping