paroles de chanson Choppa Dance - D-Lo

Rude boy mafia nigga
D-Lo, D-Lo
Look, Look

All my niggas got aim I′m talking snipers, DC
One call will get you knocked off, I'm a general, no DB
I be riding round with my Kim K and a AK, no Kanye
I done smoked weed with that nigga Wiz, I drank syrup no Bombay
Got a mac connect with that A-1, been a real nigga since day one
I bounce out and hit that choppa dance on a snitch nigga, J-Kwon
I be runnin shit no Usain, Big 40 slugs through your membrane
Got bands on me, Ben Franks, 50 Gs thats 10k
So all this gold on me got your ho on me
Nigga I don′t even want that bitch
A broke ho is a no no
(Nigga I don't even want that bitch)
I beat a nigga like Ekzakt, mix a nigga like Sean Sauce
I play hard but I work harder, nigga I don't take no time off
I took a nigga′s bitch and it was easy, beat a outta pocket ho up, Chris Breezy
Boy I murder shit, smooth getaway, nigga that shit too easy
Versace versace medusa head on me like I′m illuminati
This is an Oakland community niggas get shot on my property...
I ain't even know I could rap like that
2 40′s, 2 9's, 2 K′s, 1 mac, my nigga I ain't know I was strapped like that
Hundred rounds in that choppa, hundred bands in my safe nigga
Hell no you ain′t safe nigga, big thing to your face nigga

Big thing to your face nigga
Big thing to your face nigga
Big thing to your face nigga
Hell no you ain't safe nigga
Big thing to your face nigga

Ay you niggas thought I was done huh?
Sleep! Greedy man what's happening?
Rude boy nigga
Rude boy nigga

I turn into a military vet
With a tech, and disconnect your head from your neck, sleep!
When I pull this thirty out I turn you niggas to strippers
Man I was born into the mob like my bruh bruh Chippass
East Oakland, that′s what I′m reppin'
If you scared go to church boy
You need a blessin′
I fuck with Burn Out nigga and you ain't know that?
Every time I bust the 40 flash like a kodak
Look, if I ain′t rappin' boy I′m pimpin and sendin hoes
Foreign bitches got them dancing in centerfolds
Free my cousin Chalie free my brother John
Free that nigga Boosie ain't it about that time?
Yeah bitch I cop cars no officers
A couple bands for the dick is what it's costing her
Money stacked up I′m talking knee-high
Bad bitches I don′t fuck with tinies I ain't TI
Haha, I said there′s levels to this shit
Got all these bezels in my wrist I'm off this Sprite and Activis (Syrup)
I said there′s levels to this shit
Got all these bezels in my wrist I'm off this Sprite and Activis (Syrup)