Songtexte Choppa's - Boyz N Da Hood

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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