Choppa's - Big Moe, Lil C

We po’d up, we showed up

And we still rolling on choppas

It ain’t stopping know what I’m talking about

It’s D-Gotti, Wreck Shop to the grave

It’s going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby

These blades are choppin'

And these babes are boppin'

Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'

Feeling my FUBU

Hollering what it do

Hitting circles through the lot like I’m 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

Chop-pas

Rolling in my candy red car

Rolling on chop-pas

Sippin' a big daddy cup of barre

Chop-pas

I Gotta feel that Moe-yo

Crawling through these city streets

Sippin on a what straight 4

And we rollin

Down south, we rolling nation wide

Popped up Moe-yo foreign ride

Put it down for that boy Po-yo

On the low low, I’m a young pro

In thie 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

I’ma leave lean, stack my green

Every time you see the Moe I’m on the codeine

I’m out the damn tre, a playa' don’t play

Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday

Choppas, rolling on those choppas

Cha-a-pas

Chop Chop, when I hit your block

I told you once before that the shit don’t stop

Wreck shop 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 break and your neck cause the 20 inches wet

And I bet that if we sip three whole eighths

Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!

Wreck shop baby so playa' made

I’m a let the top down, let the sun hit the braids

I’m 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

Methazine 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

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 ain’t 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

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