Chop Chop

(*talking*)<br>Hump, where you at baby<br>It`s that Boss Hogg huh<br>We got something to show y`all though<br>Chop em up<br><br>[AP]<br>Get up all the ballas, make your way to the front<br>84`s on blaze, and have some bang in your trunk<br>Sip syrup or blazing skunk, overdose if you can<br>I ain`t saying I`m the man, but I`m your host with the plan<br>Instead of parlaying, I know these niggas feel what I`m saying<br>Cause all G`s from Houston Texas, now you know where I`m staying<br>Crawling low tip-toeing, in a five double O<br>B-E-N-Z, on dash reclined watching TV<br>Decided what game Playstation, and a Sega cd<br>Later on we hold and jumping, to the pretty Bentley<br>Did I mention in the steering wheel`s, a color TV<br>Tinted up blowing smoke, that`s the life of a G<br><br>[Lil` Flip]<br>Houston we have a problem, we ball too much<br>Threw some blades on my ride, and now we crawl too much<br>Threw some paint on the car, and now we drip too much<br>Bought a gallon of drank, and now we sip too much<br>Flip too much, wood grain we grip too much<br>You might as well, say that H.S.E. pimp too much<br>Everybody wearing diamonds, so I wear baguettes<br>Everybody riding Benz, so I fly in a jet<br>I got a palace in Dallas, I got a train in Spain<br>Airplanes with candy wings, TV screens and thangs<br>Girls dancing in my mansion, playas still party too<br>I got ice in my mouth, but my name ain`t Cube<br>Acting bad in the slab, filling up at Texaco<br>Chop chop twist twist, on my way to Mexico<br>Videos and commercials, radio and rehearsals<br>In hover crafts I love to laugh, my style is so universal<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br>Chop chop twist twist, rocks is on my wrist<br>I`m a billion dolla balla, with a million dolla kiss<br>Twist twist chop chop, watch the car hop<br>I represent my hood, and my worldwide block<br><br>[Redd]<br>Candy jet flying wet, elevator sky screamer<br>Late night Casanova, in a Rover or the Beamer<br>Slanging in the intersection, squat out with a smile<br>On the Nextel phone, my screens spin like crystal balls<br>You ain`t know, tell these niggas get me lean way<br>And if the FED`s is watching, we leaving trails on the freeway<br>Ain`t no instant replay, man we wetting niggas up<br>It`s so hard to lose my touch, but I`m betting niggas up<br>Stacking paper cutting papers, never known to catch vapors<br>Guard the states with city exits, one hundred feet skyscrapers<br>Chop chop twist twist, I got rocks on my wrist<br>Scratching haters off my list, and blow a million dolla kiss<br><br>[Verse 4]<br>H-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreams<br>And everything in H-Town, ain`t always what it seems<br>You might get jacked, for your blades and swangas<br>From MLK to the Tre, we keeping one in the chamber<br>H-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreams<br>Where we stay creased up and pieced up, top flighted codeine<br>Platinum bezeltine gleam, thugs wishing on a star<br>Stretched land Lex pop a Zanek, plus my stretches for tomorrow<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br><br>[E.S.G.]<br>Chop chop twist twist, forty glock up in my wrist<br>Or my desert eagle resident evil, for these niggas that`s on my list<br>You got me pissed nigga, see you`s a bitch nigga<br>And at your concert you in dirt, and we won`t miss nigga<br>I guess you jealous of the Benzo, on Lorenzo`s<br>And your jacks and fools, keep bringing me the ends so<br>The Ghetto Twinz show, got dropped up on your head<br>Now meet my little friend, my Mack 10 with a infrared<br>I heard you hid your cars, locked your burglar bars<br>Don`t fuck with the E and Hump chump, cause we some murder stars<br>This calls for war why, for they kick in your belly<br>Chop chop with my machete, twist your neck cause we deadly<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br><br>Jiggidy chop chop<br>Jiggidy twist twist<br>Million dolla ballas<br>Million dolla kiss - 2x