'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper
to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper
Traducció: BG. Córrer amb la meva Chopper.
set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper
return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B
B and Pimp C you know they down with us Black Rob and Eight ball down with us M.J.G. you know he down with us B-Legit and E-Feezie down with us My nigga
beat with it jig with it Hustlers play for keep with it so I keep my heat with it (A bay bay thats my song turn it up) Im with my folks whether they right
mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin' beam with coke and
plexin with you patna then the choppa gon piss Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish" But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss. [Bun B:]
put the Rivvy on blades When I got that 'lac money I candied the Escalade Got that screw in my deck, a house or two on my neck A couple cars on my wrist
patna then the choppa gon piss Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish" But I low so gat cuz the chopper don't miss. (BUN B) No the choppa gon
run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping, she buy herself some clothes, and she brought me back a chopper
I)My major stamina Fuck all the amateurs Smokin lavender It's slightly lighter than purple with a murk My family matters but ain't no Urkels in my circle
] Real nigga number one, hustle fly with my son Come from uptown, G5, Tommy gun Red flag everyday, hundred mill' ready to spray Swagged out nigga, Bugatti with
send to all my jail niggaz who fell From New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P. A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars Kani shit, mad jiggy The clout
train Gladys Knight lookin boy, You poor lookin boy, Don Imus ol' nappy headed ho lookin' boy, Dick in your booty that smell lookin' boy, Do you run with
I did not have to beg So, here I stand, the mic in hand with my rap attire and I like my fans spending grands cause we got the fire I merchandise like 5 G
