Текст песни U-God f INF-Black, Kawz - Chippin` & Chop It
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[Intro: U-God]Let`s spark it, eh..Yo..[U-God]It be the Wu-Gambino, flurry don`t stopYou the ice cream, I`m the cherry on topScary are cops, cuz I carry the glockLook up at my eye, boy, dare me to popHand me my Scotch, Scotch on the rocksHundred thousand watts, for my ghetto blocksKillin` flow level, and the spillin` won`t stopBuildin` my treble, til I fill in my slotI want my props, I need the shitIn the spotlight, cuz I`m letha kidCockblockin` niggaz, make the needle skipKnock out the biggest, and you see me dipAll on the corner, desert eagle gripGet the benchwarmers, and you see who flipBless my endurance, he who getNever dick ride, or ever ever quitYou say tomato, I say ta-mottoYou say potato, I saw pa-tattoYou say today, I say tomorrowSome say it`s mixed and I say it`s mulatto[Hook: U-God]Rippin` and poppin`, I`m hippin` and hoppin` it (right, right)I`m hippin` and hoppin`, I`m chippin` and choppin` it (right, right)I`m chippin` and choppin`, I`m rippin` and rockin` it (right, right)I`m rippin` and rockin`, I`m drippin` and droppin` it (right, right)[Chorus: U-God]Everytime I flip it (...time I`m flip it) Rip it good (good... good)I stick it (... I stick it...) Stick it to ya (to ya... to ya...)We rip it (...we rip it) Rip it good (good... good)We stick it (... we stick it...) Stick it to ya (to ya... to ya...)[INF-Black]Some niggaz see me stressin`, askin` me questionsIt`s like these bitches, so I give `em lessons, realer professionsI paint your picture, listen, hold these Wessons, know how to bust `emWhen you address them, hit `em, pushin` buttons, ain`t about nothin`They said he frontin`, get him, ain`t no stuntin`, where I be pumpin`My niggaz, cook him up and I don`t care if you sixty somethin`Catch a concussion for bluffin`, take your face in them gunsWe been, bustin` shorties, stay in your place, I have your both friendstucked in[Chorus][Kawz]Chip and chop those rocks awayHit that block, those doubters waitFuck that bitch, with a smiling faceHold up, shorty, that`s in the weightBack in my grind, now paper chaseNo speakers in my hand, but I got the bassNo fear in my face, spit in your faceThe .38 cal`, will clear the spaceWe gon` blow the time, I blow these rhymesLike a bloated nine, cuz it`s quoted timeYou gon` know this rhyme, you gonna quote my linesI`m in overdrive, watch the chrome and slide[U-God]I`m comin` through cuttin` you up and it`s just, the previewIn a sec`, I`m a triple X threat, like I`m Vin DieselA lethal, feel it, evil, drop another kiloI`m a hard body c-lo nigga, you know my steeloNow, it`s time to reload, pop goes the weaselAnd I`m all about the g-notes, I don`t, want no pityStill on top of New York City, it`s all about the grittyAnd the pretty women titties poppin`, yeah, you see `em shoppin`Pull up to the bumper baby, come on, ladies hop inGive `em what they ask for, I clean out the dance floorDashin` bachelor, another black panth-orMore rap chapters, a natural disasterWatch out ladies, now, here come the masters[Hook][Outro: U-God]Yeah, yeah (right, right)I gotta be that nigga that started that shit (right, right)You don`t know, when I got a bitch, I got a bitch (right, right)I`ve done started all that platinum in the mouth shit (right, right)You know, I pimp hard when the time to, you know what I`m sayin`?When I get down and gritty, muthafuckas know my shit is alwaysFuck all that bullshit, fuck what you heard..