Project Pat - Choppers lyrics

rate me

chorus: 2x

On the block we got them choppers

we got them choppers in the car we got them choppers

we got them choppers at the club we got them choppers we got

them choppers ain't no love we got them choppers we got

them choppers

(B.G.)

Look chopper totin is my occupation set my

ground I'm representing in this situation

since I was young it been all about paper chasing

it was a trauma for niggas that been player hatin

I don't give a fuck call it short ten years I was facing

Bitch wanted B.G.z to get out but that ain't bout natin

B.G. a livin legend that represent the streets

t.v's is what i'm watching while i'm in my Mercedes Jeep

I don't check niggas then splittin niggas

I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich niggas

presidential Rolex wrapped around my wrist nigga

nigga hope after the show i'm fucking yo bitch nigga

act like a nigga Cash Money like to shine nigga

pay attention cause we hypnotize yo mind nigga

about my cash so I stay on the grind nigga

you wanna war look i'm ready at all times nigga

bout mine nigga get it right get it right

(Baby)

What you say B.G.z these niggas better get it right

everybody stay in line

Niggas totin gats and breakin backs but

in 98 we shine

in 99 it's nigga time

and i'm gone get mine

niggas incausterated doing time shouting fuck one time

got limo tents with rolie's that gone line

totin two nines shots from the front and behind

let bitch niggas know they can't take mine

i'm using my mind cause i'm enhancing doing crime

and you gone hear it in all my rhymes

i'm moving bricks to set tricks making sure

every hoe I fuck with suck my dick

my baby momma could miss me with that bullshit

I want the money, a rolex, a 99 roles royce kaneice slick

niggas bettin shoutin how you luv that? These other

niggas keep stealin but I don't understand that

not fucking these hoes with Project Pat

nigga tell me how you love that tell me how you luv that

Repeat Chorus: 2x

(Project Pat)

It's yo dawg Project Pat ghetto section 8 housing

stomach pain growling got me on the prowling

streets got me wildin backstabbers smilin

now i'm cashin checks for some hundreds and thousands

i'm housing these bitches man don't try to down me

grew up in the hood so you hoes better crown me

get from round me i'm a thug peepin out of state

some niggas wanna show love but they know they hate know they fake

when I touch ya dome won't be shit funny

like Baby and B.G. I want that Cash Money

the fast money i'm addicted to this fast life

just like a junky smoking crack out that glass pipe

yo ass might as well try to jack yo momma

I never had shit to run up and cacth drama

a real nigga ya step ya die see yo ass

yo ass better try crack fo you try me

Repeat Chorus: 3x