Testo Tha Chop (Album Version - Baby Bash
Testo della canzone Tha Chop (Album Version (Baby Bash), tratta dall'album Tha Smokin' Nephew
This ain't nothin' new to me
Look at what they do to me
Need to chill, try to stop
Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy the chop
I'm in my momma rent-a-car with ten and a half pounds
No DL's, an endless amount of rounds
With my mind on my mansion, I'm smashin' up out the town
You thought I was a hog? Well, wait 'til I clown now
Basherini, believe me, still servin' three for the fifty
And I wish a motherfucker would try to get with me
'Cause I'm nifty with the milli when the torch is on
And play every play like it's fourth and long
And when the horse is gone, I beat the shit out the pig
It don't take much to split a fool's wig
See I'm only one shot from makin' the headlines
So quick niggas got quotas and deadlines
Shakin' the fed time, they checkin' my barcodes
ATF, INS, and the U.S. Marshals
And this ain't nathin' new to me
Capitalize on opportunity
Uh, this ain't nathin' new to me
Capitalize on opportunity
This ain't nothin' new to me
Look at what they do to me
Need to chill, try to stop
Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy the chop
This ain't nothin' new to me
Look at what they do to me
Need to chill, try to stop
Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy the chop
This old shit ain't new to me
I'm rockin' stolen jewelry
Try to chill, so I leave the Bay
Did dirt with it, now I gotta keep the K
Bashin' through wig over Baby Bash
He my Moka nephew, we be checkin' brazen cash
We count G's on the omni floor
Put the bloody pills with the Tommy in the drawer
Tell mommy with the raw, go'n break a little corner off
I don't like that bammer, I don't wanna cough
You got to watch every step
P-walkin', pull out a TEC
I thought you knew I'm a vet
Let loose and threw up my set
A-W-A-X, the latex glove
On my left hand can only mean death, man
This ain't nothin' new to me
Look at what they do to me
Need to chill, try to stop
Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy the chop
This ain't nothin' new to me
Look at what they do to me
Need to chill, try to stop
Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy the chop
Now it's that pimpin'-ass gringo, bitch, is you single?
I spit heat, hit the street, stack my domingo
Bay Area lingo is what a player blessed with
Ten shots for them spots is all I ever mess with
So if you're broke, I ain't even heard of ya
Come around me again and I'ma murder ya
I need some loot, so watch how I attack your town
A bitch wanna ho? Man, I tracked her down
Get up in the brain, take over the soul
Four G's a night, I'm ready to roll
A big long 'Lac, hella beat in the trunk
Baby, kick back, it's hella heat for the funk
I dare a motherfucker to step to the load
One too many drinks, now he's dead in the road
So call that cat's kids, tell 'em get this
It's JT, I'm a dog when I spit this
This ain't nothin' new to me
Look at what they do to me
Need to chill, try to stop
Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy the chop
This ain't nothin' new to me
Look at what they do to me
Need to chill, try to stop
Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy the chop
Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Ray Bryant, Nathan Perez, James Andrew Trujillo, Aaron Dopple
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