(D-Gotti talking)

We Po'ed up, we showed up

and we still rolling on choppas

it ain't stoping know what im talking about

it's D-goti, wreckshop to tha grave

it's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby



(verse 1: D-Gotti)

These blades are choppin'

And these babes are boppin'

Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'

Felling my FUBU

Hollering what it do

Hitting circles throug the lot like im in a hula-hoop

Who the crew that stang these streets like bees

We the G's that be's and i'll flow from over seas

Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo

In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4

Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt

Im bout to jump down and flirt

And get up some skirts

Let the ice do the work

Put us up in the dentist

After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us

You can fuck

but your ass can't stay and drank drank

Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's

Doing the same thing we did the day before

Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's



(Chorus)

Chop-pas

Rolling in my candy red car

Roling on Chop-pas

Sippin a big daddy cup of barre

Chop-pas

I Gotta feel that Mo-yo

Crawling through these city streets

Sippin on a what straight 4

And we rollin



(Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)

Down south, We rolling nation wide

Popped up mo-yo foregin ride

Put it down for that boy Po-yo

On the low low Im a young pro

In this game I ain't lame

Rolling down on chops

Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane

Coming down freestyle, playa buck wild

Big M.O.E. is a throwed child

Im a leave lean , stack my green

Everytime you see the moe