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-c**aine, 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 bu*ter in the hood and give the rest to their mother Other brothers wanna flex, then that simp is gettin' f**ed 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 motherf**er 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: *chops and splices with variations throughout the chorus*] - 2X Choppin' down the block b**h Choppin' down the block b**h Choppin' down the block b**h Choppin' down the block b**h [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 n***as 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 n***as know they can't fade us, that's way them n***as hate us Meanwhile we switched labels, now we with the Mob b**h J Prince made it able, cause we spit that hard sh** Blackklown a hard clique, as bout as hard a clique can get Now that we on top, don't no n***as wanna start sh** 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] - 2X