Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
She do that shit for daddy, but them tricks gotta pay
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Polo horses on my bed-fuck Hilfiga
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs
Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Say, nigga, I keeps my rims clean
Damn blades, know what I'm sayin'?
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
If you fittin' ta ride foreign, then, nigga, you gotta chop
I'll be ridin' chromin' blades, steady choppin' hoes up
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Hated on by a nigga, hated on by a broad
I'm Pimp C bitch, in the ghetto, I'm a star
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Choppin' in the 5th
Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock
Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
I just can't stop bleedin' my block
Some nut suckin' hoes, I mean some dick suckin' pros
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
From Philly to 'Frisco where the Don be a Sisqo
I ain't hatin' on Daytons, but it's 2000, nigga please
Shiny thru a [Incomprehensible] scene
Sellin' big cheese, keep pushin', my nigga
It's all about the slab, baby, it's all about the hoes
Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Uh, I wanna chop blades
I'm deep up in the street, I'm tryin' to fill my nuts
Slicker than Crisco, sweeter than Nabisco
Now, when I turn my knock up, and bangin' yo' block up
Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
In a black 'Lac mackin' wit' a bop in a fade
Uh, I wanna chop blades
And bend they pussy over, for my nigga, and touch they toes
Got yo' bitch wetter than the captain of the swim team
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
Uh, I wanna chop blades
It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid
Got some cars and some pros some real and some fraud
Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs
Yeah, dedicated to boys choppin' on chromin' thangs
And Southern niggas still got the nerve to ride D's
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
They put it in they mouth and never say,"No"
Without pickin' my Glock up, I'm raisin' my stock up
Uh, I wanna chop blades
So long as J's sell, and them boppin' hoes slut
You better get some blades if you still ridin' this ho
Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
That like to get exposed, and play with they nose
Boys puttin' Swangers on Benzes, it gotta stop
Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Boys choppin' in the [Incomprehensible]
Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made
And bangin' Makaveli 7, crankin' my 'Pac up
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars
I just can't stop bleedin' my block
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
It's all about the candy paint, it's all about the Vogues
It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid
Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
Uh, I wanna chop blades
It's time to hit the slab, Benz sittin' low
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Just like E 40 Pimpin' in a major way
Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid
I just can't stop bleedin' my block
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
I'm puffin' on the 'dro, I got the pistol in the do'
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Boy, we fat stack packin', steady choppin' on blades
Choppin' in that 4th
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Steppin' out the Caddy, bitch, I'm fresher than Dentyne
I got haters on lock-up boy, they slangin' rock up
And later on I'ma try to skeet it on her butt
I pulled up in my ride, these hoes lookin' hot
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars
The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala
If she get up on my leatha, then her panties gon' drop
90s was for jackin', 2000 for the ballers
