EkzaktXL - Choppa Dance lyrics

[Intro: D-Lo] Rude boy mafia n***a D-Lo, D-Lo Look, Look [Verse 1: D-Lo] All my n***as 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 n***a Wiz, I drank syrup no Bombay Got a mac connect with that A-1, been a real n***a since day one I bounce out and hit that choppa dance on a snitch n***a, J-Kwon I be runnin sh** 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 n***a I don't even want that b**h A broke ho is a no no (n***a I don't even want that b**h) I beat a n***a like Ekzakt, mix a n***a like Sean Sauce I play hard but I work harder, n***a I don't take no time off I took a n***a's b**h and it was easy, beat a outta pocket ho up, Chris Breezy Boy I murder sh**, smooth getaway, n***a that sh** too easy Versace versace medusa head on me like I'm illuminati This is an Oakland community n***as 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 n***a I ain't know I was strapped like that Hundred rounds in that choppa, hundred bands in my safe n***a Hell no you ain't safe n***a, big thing to your face n***a Big thing to your face n***a Big thing to your face n***a Big thing to your face n***a Hell no you ain't safe n***a Big thing to your face n***a [Inro 2: D-Lo] Ay you n***as thought I was done huh? Sleep! Greedy man what's happening? Rude boy n***a Rude boy n***a [Verse 2: D-Lo] 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 n***as to strippers Man I was born into the mob like my bruh bruh Chippa** East Oakland, that's what I'm reppin' If you scared go to church boy You need a blessin' I f** with Burn Out n***a 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 b**hes got them dancing in centerfolds Free my cousin Chalie free my brother John Free that n***a Boosie ain't it about that time? Yeah b**h 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 b**hes I don't f** with tinies I ain't TI Haha, I said there's levels to this sh** Got all these bezels in my wrist I'm off this Sprite and Activis (Syrup) I said there's levels to this sh** Got all these bezels in my wrist I'm off this Sprite and Activis (Syrup)