Chop Chop Lyrics by H.S.E.

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(feat. E.S.G.) [talking] Hump, where you at baby It's that Boss Hogg huh We got something to show y'all though Chop em up [AP] Get up all the ballas, make your way to the front 84's on blaze, and have some bang in your trunk Sip syrup or blazing skunk, overdose if you can I ain't saying I'm the man, but I'm your host with the plan Instead of parlaying, I know these niggas feel what I'm saying Cause all G's from Houston Texas, now you know where I'm staying Crawling low tip-toeing, in a five double O B-E-N-Z, on dash reclined watching TV Decided what game Playstation, and a Sega cd Later on we hold and jumping, to the pretty Bentley Did I mention in the steering wheel's, a color TV Tinted up blowing smoke, that's the life of a G [Lil' Flip] Houston we have a problem, we ball too much Threw some blades on my ride, and now we crawl too much Threw some paint on the car, and now we drip too much Bought a gallon of drank, and now we sip too much Flip too much, wood grain we grip too much You might as well, say that H.S.E. pimp too much Everybody wearing diamonds, so I wear baguettes Everybody riding Benz, so I fly in a jet I got a palace in Dallas, I got a train in Spain Airplanes with candy wings, TV screens and thangs Girls dancing in my mansion, playas still party too I got ice in my mouth, but my name ain't Cube Acting bad in the slab, filling up at Texaco Chop chop twist twist, on my way to Mexico Videos and commercials, radio and rehearsals In hover crafts I love to laugh, my style is so universal [Hook x2] Chop chop twist twist, rocks is on my wrist I'm a billion dolla balla, with a million dolla kiss Twist twist chop chop, watch the car hop I represent my hood, and my worldwide block [Redd] Candy jet flying wet, elevator sky screamer Late night Casanova, in a Rover or the Beamer Slanging in the intersection, squat out with a smile On the Nextel phone, my screens spin like crystal balls You ain't know, tell these niggas get me lean way And if the FED's is watching, we leaving trails on the freeway Ain't no instant replay, man we wetting niggas up It's so hard to lose my touch, but I'm betting niggas up Stacking paper cutting papers, never known to catch vapors Guard the states with city exits, one hundred feet skyscrapers Chop chop twist twist, I got rocks on my wrist Scratching haters off my list, and blow a million dolla kiss [Verse 4] H-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreams And everything in H-Town, ain't always what it seems You might get jacked, for your blades and swangas From MLK to the Tre, we keeping one in the chamber H-Town H-Town bitch, city of dreams Where we stay creased up and pieced up, top flighted codeine Platinum bezeltine gleam, thugs wishing on a star Stretched land Lex pop a Zanek, plus my stretches for tomorrow [Hook x2] [E.S.G.] Chop chop twist twist, forty glock up in my wrist Or my desert eagle resident evil, for these niggas that's on my list You got me pissed nigga, see you's a bitch nigga And at your concert you in dirt, and we won't miss nigga I guess you jealous of the Benzo, on Lorenzo's And your jacks and fools, keep bringing me the ends so The Ghetto Twinz show, got dropped up on your head Now meet my little friend, my Mack 10 with a infrared I heard you hid your cars, locked your burglar bars Don't fuck with the E and Hump chump, cause we some murder stars This calls for war why, for they kick in your belly Chop chop with my machete, twist your neck cause we deadly [Hook x2] Jiggidy chop chop Jiggidy twist twist Million dolla ballas Million dolla kiss [x2]

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