A-Wax - Tha Chop lyrics

-=Baby Bash=- Which way did he go? Which way did he go? Which way did he go? [Hook: A-Wax] This ain't nothin' new to me Look at what they do to me Need to chill Try to stop Did dirt wit it now I gotta buy the chop [Baby Bash] I'm in my mama rent a car wit 10 and a half pounds No DL's and innocent amount of rounds Wit my mind on my mansion I'm smashin' up out the town You thought I was a hog but wait 'til I clown now Basharini believe me Still servin' three for the 50 And I wish a motherf**er would try and get wit me Cuz I'm nifty wit the milli when the torch is on And play every play like it's fourth and long Now when the horse is gone I be the sh** out the pig It don't take much to split a fool's wig See I'm only one shot from makin' the headlines So quick n***as got quarters and deadline's Shakin' the fed time They checkin' my bar codes ATF, INS, and the US Marshals And this ain't nathan new to me Capitalize on opportunity This ain't nathan new to me Capitalize on opportunity [Hook] - 2X [A-Wax] This old sh** ain't new to me I'm rockin' stolen j**elry Try to chill so I leave the Bay Did dirt wit it now I gotta keep the K Bash a dude wig over Baby Bash He my smokin' nephew We be checkin' brains and cash We count G's on a omni floor Put the bloody bills wit the Tommy in the drawer Tell mommy wit the roll "Go on break a lil' corner off" I don't like that bammer I don't wanna cough You got to watch every step P-walk and pull out a tec I thought you new I'm a vet Let loose through my set A-W-A-X the latex glove on my left hand can only mean d**h man [Hook] - 2X [Jay Tee] Now it's that pimpin' a** gringo b**h is you single? I spit heat, hit the street, stack my Domingo Bay Area lingo is what a playa blessed wit Ten shots wit they own spots is all I ever mess wit So if you're broke I ain't even heard a ya Come around me again and I'm a murder ya I need some loot So watch how I attack yo town A b**h who wanna hold me, I'll track her down Get up in the brain, take over the soul Four G's a night, I'm ready to roll A big long lac, hella beat in the trunk Baby kick back, it's hella heat for the funk I dare a motherf**er to step to the Lo One too many drinks, now he's dead in the Rove So call that cat's kids tell him "Get this" It's Jay Tee, I'm a dog when I spit this