Testo Chopper City - Noah
Testo della canzone Chopper City (Noah), tratta dall'album Suavehouse Presents: Street Money
I ain't sayin' I did it
But I done seen a nigga bloody and muddy
And fled the scene in skullies and hush puppies
I ran 'til I was tired and jumped in the taxi
When I sat down, I made eye contact with papi
I ain't sayin' I did it
But I done seen a nigga bloody and muddy
And fled the scene in skullies and hush puppies
I ran 'til I was tired and jumped in the taxi
When I sat down, I made eye contact with papi
Gave him directions and pulled the pistol from my khaki
Get me where I'm goin' and let's make it snappy
Before I got out, I left a three-pack in his thorax
So homicide couldn't track me exactly back to where the shack be
The Chopper City condo where the family be smokin' on jondo
Man, it be vanity, stickin' to this get-money policy
Load the coke in the Odyssey (Hood Hefner)
Whoever doin' the drivin', make sure it's done modestly
I'ma stay behind and play the life lottery
One cat on the bread'll walk around like he the Pope
When I catch him, yo, I'ma snatch out his throat
And look down his chest as if it was a telescope
'Til I see my money or coke, here's your horoscope
You'll be brain-dead and left broke, and nope
There's no antidote but to get planted like an artichoke
Chopper City, cold Atlanta is the perfect title
When niggas ride, on the dash is the Bible
Back seat assault rifle, fifty rounds for the rivals
It's all about a dollar plus survival
When you put down, put your foot down
I'm talkin' to niggas with boulder traps
Protect it with your life, calicos and shoulder straps
'Cause if you got a gat and you a busta
Nigga, you can't be holdin' that
Can't be holdin' that
ATL niggas lay in alleys like bums
When you catch who you want, flash the hundred-round drum
If you the defendant, you automatically go numb
When rescue arrives, only thing left of you a crumb
You're buried there, and your baby mama very scared
Niggas make house calls and feed everybody lead
I fronted your man work and the nigga kept it
Since he did dirt, it's a prescribed antiseptic
Load up the soldiers in the stolen Intrepid
My chamber, I always check it, within seconds we've crept in
Now she gotta deal with hard licks and hot weapons
Seein' what this trick slept in got my palms sweatin'
But I ain't come to play with no pink lips
Just to give her life a pink slip
Before she could blink, I begin to rip
Her pretty face was my primary target
When fire ceased, her eye was out the socket
I picked it up, put it in my pocket
The door, I locked it, jumped in the truck, blasted like a rocket
Weezy sparked in the cockpit
Niggas began askin' for forgiveness, I told 'em, "Stop it"
It was done for a profit, nothin' less, nothin' more
Before we go home, stop by the jewelry store
Where I'm known as the ATL Italian
Because I turn victim body parts into diamond bloody medallions
Chopper City, cold Atlanta is the perfect title
When niggas ride, on the dash is the Bible
Back seat assault rifle, fifty rounds for the rivals
It's all about a dollar plus survival
When you put down, put your foot down
I'm talkin' to niggas with boulder traps
Protect it with your life, calicos and shoulder straps
'Cause if you got a gat and you a busta
Nigga, you can't be holdin' that
Can't be holdin' that
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Writer(s): Howard Metoyer
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