Текст песни H.S.E. f E.S.G. - Chop Chop
H.S.E. f E.S.G. - Chop Chop слова песни
(*talking*)Hump, where you at babyIt`s that Boss Hogg huhWe got something to show y`all thoughChop em up[AP]Get up all the ballas, make your way to the front84`s on blaze, and have some bang in your trunkSip syrup or blazing skunk, overdose if you canI ain`t saying I`m the man, but I`m your host with the planInstead of parlaying, I know these niggas feel what I`m sayingCause all G`s from Houston Texas, now you know where I`m stayingCrawling low tip-toeing, in a five double OB-E-N-Z, on dash reclined watching TVDecided what game Playstation, and a Sega cdLater on we hold and jumping, to the pretty BentleyDid I mention in the steering wheel`s, a color TVTinted up blowing smoke, that`s the life of a G[Lil` Flip]Houston we have a problem, we ball too muchThrew some blades on my ride, and now we crawl too muchThrew some paint on the car, and now we drip too muchBought a gallon of drank, and now we sip too muchFlip too much, wood grain we grip too muchYou might as well, say that H.S.E. pimp too muchEverybody wearing diamonds, so I wear baguettesEverybody riding Benz, so I fly in a jetI got a palace in Dallas, I got a train in SpainAirplanes with candy wings, TV screens and thangsGirls dancing in my mansion, playas still party tooI got ice in my mouth, but my name ain`t CubeActing bad in the slab, filling up at TexacoChop chop twist twist, on my way to MexicoVideos and commercials, radio and rehearsalsIn hover crafts I love to laugh, my style is so universal[Hook - 2x]Chop chop twist twist, rocks is on my wristI`m a billion dolla balla, with a million dolla kissTwist twist chop chop, watch the car hopI represent my hood, and my worldwide block[Redd]Candy jet flying wet, elevator sky screamerLate night Casanova, in a Rover or the BeamerSlanging in the intersection, squat out with a smileOn the Nextel phone, my screens spin like crystal ballsYou ain`t know, tell these niggas get me lean wayAnd if the FED`s is watching, we leaving trails on the freewayAin`t no instant replay, man we wetting niggas upIt`s so hard to lose my touch, but I`m betting niggas upStacking paper cutting papers, never known to catch vaporsGuard the states with city exits, one hundred feet skyscrapersChop chop twist twist, I got rocks on my wristScratching haters off my list, and blow a million dolla kiss[Verse 4]H-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreamsAnd everything in H-Town, ain`t always what it seemsYou might get jacked, for your blades and swangasFrom MLK to the Tre, we keeping one in the chamberH-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreamsWhere we stay creased up and pieced up, top flighted codeinePlatinum bezeltine gleam, thugs wishing on a starStretched land Lex pop a Zanek, plus my stretches for tomorrow[Hook - 2x][E.S.G.]Chop chop twist twist, forty glock up in my wristOr my desert eagle resident evil, for these niggas that`s on my listYou got me pissed nigga, see you`s a bitch niggaAnd at your concert you in dirt, and we won`t miss niggaI guess you jealous of the Benzo, on Lorenzo`sAnd your jacks and fools, keep bringing me the ends soThe Ghetto Twinz show, got dropped up on your headNow meet my little friend, my Mack 10 with a infraredI heard you hid your cars, locked your burglar barsDon`t fuck with the E and Hump chump, cause we some murder starsThis calls for war why, for they kick in your bellyChop chop with my machete, twist your neck cause we deadly[Hook - 2x]Jiggidy chop chopJiggidy twist twistMillion dolla ballasMillion dolla kiss - 2x