Project Pat - Choppers lyrics

[chorus: 2x] On the block we got them choppers we got them choppers in the car we got them choppers we got them choppers at the club we got them choppers we got them choppers ain't no love we got them choppers we got them choppers [B.G.] Look chopper totin is my occupation set my ground I'm representing in this situation since I was young it been all about paper chasing it was a trauma for n***as that been player hatin I don't give a f** call it short ten years I was facing b**h wanted B.G.z to get out but that ain't bout natin B.G. a livin legend that represent the streets t.v's is what i'm watching while i'm in my Mercedes Jeep I don't check n***as then splittin n***as I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich n***as presidential Rolex wrapped around my wrist n***a n***a hope after the show i'm f**ing yo b**h n***a act like a n***a Cash Money like to shine n***a pay attention cause we hypnotize yo mind n***a about my cash so I stay on the grind n***a you wanna war look i'm ready at all times n***a bout mine n***a get it right get it right [Baby] What you say B.G.z these n***as better get it right everybody stay in line n***as totin gats and breakin backs but in 98 we shine in 99 it's n***a time and i'm gone get mine n***as incausterated doing time shouting f** one time got limo tents with rolie's that gone line totin two nines shots from the front and behind let b**h n***as know they can't take mine i'm using my mind cause i'm enhancing doing crime and you gone hear it in all my rhymes i'm moving bricks to set tricks making sure every hoe I f** with s** my dick my baby momma could miss me with that bullsh** I want the money, a rolex, a 99 roles royce kaneice slick n***as bettin shoutin how you luv that? These other n***as keep stealin but I don't understand that not f**ing these hoes with Project Pat n***a tell me how you love that tell me how you luv that [Repeat Chorus: 2x] [Project Pat] I'm yo dawg Project Pat ghetto section A housing stomach pain growling got me on the prowling streets got me wildin backstabbers smilin now i'm catchin checks for some hundreds and thousands i'm housing these b**hes man dope try to down me grew up in the hood so you hoes better crown me get from round me i'm a thug be beside me(out of state) wanna show love but they know they can't know they fake when I touch ya dome won't be sh** funny like Baby and B.G. I want that Cash Money the fast money i'm addicted to this fast life just like a drunk i'm smoking crack out that gla** pipe yo a** might as well try to jack yo momma I never had sh** to run up and cacth troubles a real n***a ya step ya die see yo a** rather try crack before you try me [Repeat Chorus: 3x]