Lyrical Breakdown of Clips and Choppers (feat. Lil Phat) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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It's choppers city in my neighbourhood (South Baton Rouge, nigga, what)
Long clips and choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers
In this hood where they don't give a damn
From the top to the bottom
It's chopper city in the ghetto, yeah we on that level
Flipping and turnin' I hope you niggas 'bout what ever
50 or 100 man we ya send you to the devil
I work this bitch like donkey or a last level
Every block got a chopper or two to clear the whole city
Don't give a fuck when it's time to bust
From the top to the bottom, we don't give a fuck
Need to get them choppers out the closet, come and hit you up
Extended clips rip a hole in your fucking stomach
When the war over with, that's when they're really coming
So, I take my fucking money, and I buy 'em all
Cause my niggas been beefin' summer winter spring and fall, you ain't know
It's Iraq in the hood ain't been no stacks in the hood
They're putting choppers in your face up in south Baton Rouge
Cut the barrel make it short that's that track shit
Catch 'em at the red-light smash hit
Long clips and choppers
In this hood where they don't give a damn (South Baton Rouge)
From the top to the bottom
2009 man these niggas ain't playing (Nah)
Long clips and choppers
Choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers
From the top to the bottom
2009 man these niggas ain't playing
Remember trying to snatch a purse in the South
And now I'm slanging choppers with a hundred round burst in that South
I ain't got no scared aim, I ain't shootin' through no car
I do walk-ups and stand-offs, put barrels in your mouth
For my boulevard niggas, DB and Dane
Still send the money, all this for real, I never change
Motherfuck, weak fans, it's an uptown thang
I fuck with cane and I'ma die behind this lane
You niggas ain't no killers, you niggas shootin' in the air
And since Ben gone, I never play fair
Catch a nigga broad day, no mask, I'm bare
Like fuck a rap for real, bitch, come take this bloodbath
Say fool, on the real I fuck with you
But fuck them other niggas that ain't nothin' like they do
They don't throw 'em like we throw 'em, they don't bone like we bone
It's an uptown thang so they find they can't cope
Long clips and choppers
In this hood where they don't give a damn (South Baton Rouge)
From the top to the bottom
2009, man, these niggas ain't playin' (nah)
Long clips and choppers
Choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers
From the top to the bottom
2009, man, these niggas ain't playin'
Got my first chopper for a bill 50 (man)
Man, I wish that bitch was still with me
As a juvenile, I hid it by the club
Got at some pussy niggas and fell in love with that ya
Two lethal two 23s protect my household
My life from here you fuck with them bitch I'm gonna kill ya
Yappers on deck dog, you ain't gotta respect a real nigga no way
'Cause you can't when your head's off
I told these niggas now it's time for me to show these niggas
Jump out with four of them bitches a nigga know it's Christmas
That's how da game go, every nigga come up dead they come and get me
These niggas snitching (niggas telling) real talk I know some niggas on that real walk
And go the bound who gon' clown when they touch down
That's how it is tho, this nigga dead, that nigga dead get out my hood if ya scared
Long clips and choppers
In this hood where they don't give a damn (South Baton Rouge)
From the top to the bottom, 2009 man, these niggas ain't playing (nah)
Long clips and choppers
Choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers
From the tops to the bottom, 2009 man, these niggas ain't playing