feat. B.G.

You know how me and Whookid roll

20 inches on a 600 2002 Benzo

Windows limo tinted, chiefin' that straight hydro

G'd up gettin' ben'ed

BG a straight thug nigga

Bout whatever you bout and then some don't give a fuck nigga

Be in the club gettin love dog

Gimme my Henn' in a bottle don't try to play me wit no cup dog

Choppa City hit the scene visious

Get in the way of these killers I guarantee your gon' get it

Seventeen through your fucking fitted

Your suspect right here, B. Gizzle did it

It's goin' down this rip here

And I ain't takin no short I want all ???

And on the real dog smoke something, blow something

Here go the 'gar won'tcha roll something



C'mon, c'mon, c'mon' c'mon

There I go, it's hot kizzle

Look. . .look. . .



I just, pop my collar and tell a bitch holla

And smoke mega pounds of that bubba clot fire

I came on fire, until the day I die all black the attire

Watch dudes who wire, we smoke on Cali dro

Them Choppa City niggas'll show you how to flip a Cali ho

And if you got a problem I'm the problem solver

Get full of that torture, block a headshot from a revolver

I don't like feminine cops, they get mad when I pass







Black nigga in a cinnamon drop

Smoke more weed than timberland trees

I be redder than fox, and if you front I leave you wetter than mops

Go by the rules of the mob bitch, you either rule or roll

Bricks I got, they was shipped and sold

Choppa City in ya area, get cha, bury ya

I pump some lead in ya, blawka blawka blawka



Look, no sticks no seeds, that's what I need

Break it down, cut it stuff it flip it light it and puff it

And don't go to far, puff it and pas