B.G. - Let It Flow lyrics

(*talking*) Uh-oh (uh-oh), uh-oh (uh-oh) What's happ'n (what's up), ha look out (look out) come on (come on) let's do this here (let's do it baby) everybody throw your hands up Come on, everybody catch the flo' (come on) It's going down up in here (going down up in here) Ok, Chopper City, hot girl Wyndi [Gar] This is the club scene, where them ballas at Chicken sweating you threatin', mo' getting VIP we setting We taking care of the whole section, with liquor Marijuana smoke in the back, where Gar be at Big trucks on 22's, loud sounds with screens Who up in there, that got them chickens fixing they hair And getting naked full of Cristal, that's the lifestyle So I hit the club, with a pocket full of Lifestyles Ooh shorty getting wild, now put your hands in the air While you do that dance, and let me get behind you While you in front of my man, in front of your man Chill gun on my waist, with a blunt in my hand We spending a grand on Bubbly, round for round That's how the Chopper City mob, get down Hydro in the bottle, with the yellow wrapper And you playas better, hold your broads Cause these boys, will snatch her [Hook: Wyndi - 2x] Party's gon be bumping Playas gon be stomping Get your a** on the dance floor And let Moet, and Cristal flow [Sniper] I know you know of me, Sniper playa baby I hold it down full of Mo' and Crown, it make the kid move Quick, too much Vodka make me nervous bad I'm popping bottles every hour, making Erkles mad I left the scene, swerved past in a purple Jag You heard of trap, ladies love me you perverted f*gs I rock the house like it's church, yeah I love the Lord Play with my team, Chopper City it's gon be murder ma** you heard me Know you love the way that gangstas play it, we drank and blazing Till ancient ages, this ain't for babies So ease your nerves, play your girl like she easing surf Cause chill what's beneath my shirt, have you bleeding syrup I ain't tripping if you need that work, Sniper pull up in a Viper With a rifle, that'll mean your smirk Flows make my people lean, and twerk I hit the track and beat it up like Ike and Tina Turner, it's Chopper City man [Hook - 2x] [Hakim] Now y'all already know, Uptown in here I got my seventeen rounds in ya, we blowing pounds in ya And you know, where I'm found in here Last week they had a body, left found in here And with the drank getting smoked, the bottles is popping We ain't even make it to the party, and girls jocking It's Hakizzle, you know the name girl Just write your number down, and I'll give you a ring girl I don't mean, to snatch your chicks playa But the bar need chips playa, look at my wrist playa The hood call me, Young Neno Cause I'm quick to snatch your senorita, or hit the block with a kilo Calm down homeboy, you messing up my groove Yeah iight you smoking, give me a Kool We stunt round year, ride in convertibles Them Chopper City dudes'll murder you, holla back Kizzle [Hook - 2x] [B.G.] Me and my click at the scene, straight tearing it down Ball till we fall, believe we laying it down The party off the hook, when Chopper City arrive Thugging popping bottles, until the sun rise It's going down, it's going dizzle, it's going diggity We from Uptown, off the hizzle off the higgity I know you feeling me fa shiggity, Baby Gizzle Baby Geezie, Baby Gangsta popping pistols I'll flip you, straight switch you four nickel With me, I won't miss you I got the pistol Hoes jocking n***as hating, can't take us Can't fade us, we ball just like the Lakers I'm off the hinges, off the chain respect the game The number one Hot Boy, ain't nothing changed I'm thugged out getting twisted, bucking hard Tearing the roof off, the party jumping hard [Hook - 2x] (*talking*) Now there you have it, it's Chopper City's finest You heard me, T. Smooth on the track (you gotta let it flow, let it flow, you gotta let it flow)