Choppin' Blades Lyrics - Jive Records Presents: Ugk Chopped & Screwed - Ugk

Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade 

Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made 

Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade 

Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made 

Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade 

Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made 

90s was for jackin', 2000 for the ballers 

The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala 

Sellin' big cheese, keep pushin', my nigga 

Polo horses on my bed-fuck Hilfiga 

I'm Pimp C bitch, in the ghetto, I'm a star 

I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars 

I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in 

I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars 

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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' 

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Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin' 

Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin' 

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 

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 

I just can't stop bleedin' my block 

Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock 

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 

Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs 

It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid 

Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs 

It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid 

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 

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 

Shiny thru a 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 

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 

Yeah, dedicated to boys choppin' on chromin' thangs 

Damn blades, know what I'm sayin'? 

Boys choppin' in the Choppin' in that 4th 

Choppin' in the 5th 

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