Choppin' Blades

Choppin' Blades - UGK

Uh hol' up hol' up

For all them niggas out there ridin' candy

Know what I'm talkin' about

Uh Uh Blowin' on somethin' sweet uh

Goin' down goin' down

Hol' up hol' up uh

Check it

Boys kickin' back layin' in the shade

Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made

The 90s was for jackin' 2000 for the ballers:

The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala

If you sellin' big cheese keep pushin' my ni**a

Polo horses on my bed - f**k Hilfiger

I'm Pimp C b**ch in the ghetto I'm a star

I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars cars cars

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Now when I turn my knock up and bangin' yo' block up

Without pickin' my Glock up I'm raisin' my stock up

I got haters on lock-up boy they slangin' rock up

And bangin' Makaveli 7 crankin' my 'Pac up

Now ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'

Hearin' Fat Pat rappin' your hat back capin'

In a black 'Lac mackin' wit' a bop in a fade

Boy we fat stack packin' steady choppin' on blades blades blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

It's time to hit the slab

Benz sittin' low

I'm puffin' on the 'dro I got the pistol in the do'

I pulled up in my ride these hoes lookin' hot

If she get up on my leatha then her panties gon' drop

I just can't stop bleedin' my block

Got some prime cut cock I mean some private-a** stock

They put it in they mouth and never say no

Some nut-suckin' hoes I mean some dick-suckin' pros

That like to get exposed and play with they nose

And bend they p**sy over for my ni**a and touch they toes

She do that sh*t for daddy but them tricks gotta pay

Just like E-40: Pimpin' in a major way

It's all for the money

She tryin' ta stay paid

She steady breakin' niggas on them shiny-a** thangs

I'm deep up in the street

I'm tryin' to fill my nuts

And later on I'ma try to skeet it on her butt her butt

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Say ni**a I keeps my rims clean

Shinin through a dim scene

Got yo' b**ch wetter than the captain of the swim team

Steppin' out the Caddy b**ch I'm fresher than Dentyne

Slicker than Crisco sweeter than Nabisco

From Philly to 'Frisco where the Don be a Sisqo

You better get some Blades if you still ridin' this ho

Boys puttin' Swangers on Benzes it gotta stop

If you fittin' ta ride foreign then ni**a you gotta chop

And Southern niggas still got the nerve to ride D's

I ain't hatin' on Daytons but it's 2000 ni**a please

It's all about the candy paint it's all about the Vogues

It's all about the slab baby it's all about the hoes

Got some cars and some pros: some real and some fraud;

Hated on by a ni**a hated on by a broad

So long as J's sell and them boppin' hoes slut

I'll be ridin' chromin' blades steady choppin' hoes up hoes up hoes up

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em

Uh I wanna chop blades

Could I Would I Should I break 'em