Hbk Gang - Chop lyrics

[Chuck Inglish] Live n***a brought back the starter When I get there first I'mma call you This time for the game, I'mma charge you So sell for the low, you can call me When you ring the doorbell ask for Charlie Looking like a tall gla** of water in the drop Sound like I'm trapping out the Carter and the car Sound like Impala when it start It's the part, put the hammer on the blammer Line it up, let it bump like it's Tony Montana Wanna know who I stash this for Couldn't really tell you if you ask me though Couldn't really tell if she had a** or no A ten in the face is all I ask her for In the ten off white color band Back when I used to switch my shoe strings We was riding 'round like the Wu-Tang Wallabees Tommys and the North Face Nautica sailing like a boat race Small gold chain on my chest like a neck brace [Sir Michael Rocks] I can do anything, everything is in my range now Pick up where we left it semi-precious stone store records Mix a little bit of p**y in the blender On the test, it say s**, I say yes, I pay less Poppin fresco nuevas, in modelo with the pistol Bullets in the chamber but an early dismissal Is not out of the question I'm not about to wrestle Way too skinny to be the guinea Pig we be testing on I ain't ever wanted to get this out of hand Recognize daddy when we call you (hello) We kick it like Ash and Brock We cook it like Action Bronson in the dope pot Well my hand go inside the Vortex I reach in and pull out portraits I'm bored with this world I was getting endorsements Back then when my parents wasn't divorced yet That was a long time ago, I should know The LSD make my room look like cosmic bowls Styles all you guys done stole All come with a price so deposit those [Hook 2x] Said what you working with? What you get paid for? Shake that thang, baby You know what it's made for Said what you working with? What you get paid for? Shake that thang, baby You know what it's made for You know that some of them try to rhyme But they can't rap like this Some of them try to rhyme but they can't, no no Said some of them try to rhyme But they can't rap like this Some of them try to rhyme but they can't [Verse 3: HBK Gang] Make the move for a West side thug She had a lot of n***as touch her but it ain't that love Shake it better than her mamma so it ain't 'bout blood Real n***as only rap about the sh** we does And I'm a G and sh**, make her shake her moneymaker on my penis We in this, got her high and seeing sh** k** the p**y plead the fifth, all my n***as we in this Like my b**hes eat the dick, murk a beat I eat the sh** [Hook 2x]