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Choppa's

Boyz n da Hood, Ice Cube
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Yeah Ice Cube, nigga, Boyz N The Hood, bitch I got my black on, grab my knapsack Put my mask on, and grab the big gat Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? You got a lot of guns, we got a bunch of that Chrome tommy guns, but where your choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? I got choppas for you fucking coppers Helicopters help take us to the place they lock us Peace to Choppa City, oh, what a pity But if a earthquake hit, my city'll be just as shitty It's the West Coast, bitch, ain't nothin' pretty But the greenery, I smoke the scenery I'm a lumberjack, ho, climb your family tree Chop it down to the ground in the first degree It's a California Chainsaw Massacre A nigga seen more blood than Count Dracula Mr. Black & Decker, niggas call me Dr. Lecter 'Cause when these choppas come out, I'm finna dissect ya Into little pieces, put your ass in plastic bags Most of rap is ran by closet fags More pussy for me, just look at a G Pull it out, then cock it and skeet, kapow! I got my black on, grab my knapsack Put my mask on, and grab the big gat Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? You got a lot of guns, we got a bunch of that Chrome tommy guns, but where your choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? I like my .50 cal, cross-aim in the middle Semi-automatic for you suckers, I'll follow nigga Bust you while your pistol on me, had them hollow-tippers in 'em Roll with nothin' but killers, homie, out before the doctor get 'em Because I bring the whole thing Crocker tried to tame me, but it's hard for me to change Got a 'partment with the devil, got me livin' off the chain Contemplate suicide, motherfucker, I'm a man Had a small problem with a chrome .38 Had a drummer, got some leader, Mausberg on the way Hell yeah, I got some problems, Glock 40s on the stage When I break you off, pop, I'ma pop you in the face Have the top of your fade on the carpet all day I represent Atlanta, fuck a raid, in the trade Runnin' from the coppers, got me lookin' for the safe I'ma handle with the chopper, motherfuck what you say I got my black on, grab my knapsack Put my mask on, and grab the big gat Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? You got a lot of guns, we got a bunch of that Chrome tommy guns, but where your choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? I hear you niggas talkin', oh yeah, you sayin' shit But when it comes to action, you ain't sprayin' shit Who you playin' with? Your whole monkey clique Suck a dirty dick, faggot-ass trick Y'all pussy-ass niggas can't stand it, touch it Y'all like fussin', y'all ain't made for bustin' Niggas actin' hard, clutchin' on they nutsack 'Til they get they ass rushed like a quarterback Rat-a-tats comin' faster than these hi-hats Hittin' harder than a Louisville ball bat Line 'em up like dominos and watch 'em fall flat Your whole brain throwed back like a shotty gat Y'all block and I pass, you get hauled off Bust block, place the order, it can't be called off This is Boyz N The Hood, we don't come soft Disrespect the fam, watch your ass get knocked off I got my black on, grab my knapsack Put my mask on, and grab the big gat Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? You got a lot of guns, we got a bunch of that Chrome tommy guns, but where your choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? Where your choppas, choppas, choppas at? Bitch