Dirty - Choppin lyrics

[Intro]

[In a little kids voice]

Uncle Pimp and G

[G] What's up

Could you read us a hoodtime story please?

[G]Y'all all in the trap

Yep

[G]Ok, ok...Here we go

[Verse 1: Big Pimp]

Once upon a time not long ago, lived two cousins that was broke

With no money in their pocket, they result to sellin' dope

Movin' everythang from regular weed, crack-cocaine, and 'dro

Didn't want the MPD's to catch 'em so they kept it on the low

Bought another and another, broke bread with each other

Sell that butter in the hood and give the rest to their mother

Other brothers wanna flex, then that simp is gettin' fucked up

Call him Gangsta, oh and you may call me Silky Pimp Cutta

Hustle like a mother... gul hand filled with clusters

Alabama on my back, best believe I got the muscle

Crank the 'Lac we gotta roll, they stole the rims up off the Nova

Comin' back from Texas, undercovers tryin' to pull us over

Ridin' up the block doin' eighty-three (eighty-three)

I bet it was some motherfucker hatin' on me (hatin' on me)

Dave the Dope King, supplyin' all the flow

Went to court last week and snitched on all his folk

[Chorus x2: chops and splices with variations throughout the chorus]

Choppin' down the block bitch

Choppin' down the block bitch

Choppin' down the block bitch

Choppin' down the block bitch

[Verse 2: Mr. G-stacka]

Let me take you back to when the Pimp & Gangasta +Hit Da Flo+

You knew the South was finna blow when Pimp & Gangsta hit the do'

Nothin' but the southern slang, you hear it every time we spoke

Now niggaz hollerin' "Here we is", throughout the east and west coast

Represent the Gump, let 'em know that Bama got flow

Put it on the map, make 'em adapt to all my country folk

Every city that we go, pack the club and rock the show

Get respect from Gangstas, Vice Lords, Bloods, and the Locs

In the hood they crown us both, kings over all the fakers

Niggaz know they can't fade us, that's way them niggaz hate us

Meanwhile we switched labels, now we with the Mob bitch

J Prince made it able, cause we spit that hard shit

Blackklown a hard clique, as bout as hard a clique can get

Now that we on top, don't no niggaz wanna start shit

The problems that I deal wit' ain't deep enough to have me stoppin'

Hop off in the Chevy, flip-floppin' down the block choppin'

[Chorus x2]