Choppa’s

Lyrics

[Chorus: Big Gee & Ice Cube] I got my black on, grab my nutsack Put my mask on, and grab the big gats Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? You got a lotta guns, we got a bunch of that Chrome tommy guns, but where your choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? [Verse 1: Ice Cube] I got choppers for you fucking coppers Helicopters help take us to the place they lock us Peace to Chopper City, oh, what a pitty But if an earthquake hit my city, will be just as shitty It's the west coast, bitch, ain't nothing pretty But the greenery, I smoke the senery I'm a lumberjack, ho, climb your family tree Chopper down to the ground, in the first degree It's a California chainsaw massacre A nigga seen more blood than Count Dracula Mr. Black and Decking niggas, call me Dr. Leckter 'Cause when these choppers come out, I'm finna dissect them Into lil pieces, put your ass in plastic bags Most of rap is ran by closet fags More pussy for me, just look at a G Pull it out, then cock it and skeet [Chorus: Big Gee & Ice Cube] I got my black on, grab my nutsack Put my mask on, and grab the big gats Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? You got a lotta guns, we got a bunch of that Chrome tommy guns, but where your choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? [Verse 2: Big Gee] I like my 50 Cal, cross aim in the middle Semmy automatic for you suckas [?] nigga Bust you while your pistol on you, had them hollo tippers in them Rolling with nothing but killers, homie, [?] lot to get them Because I bring the whole thing [?] tame you, but it's hard for me to change Got [?] got me living off the chain [?] suicide, motherfuck it, I'm [?] Got a small problem with a Chrome 38 [?] on the way Hell yeah, I got some [?] Glock 40's on the stage When I break it off proper, I'ma pop [?] Had a top for [?] on the carpet all day I represent Atlanta [?] Running from the coppers, got me looking for the safe I'm a [?] with the chopper, motherfuck what you saying [Chorus: Big Gee & Ice Cube] I got my black on, grab my nutsack Put my mask on, and grab the big gats Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? You got a lotta guns, we got a bunch of that Chrome tommy guns, but where your choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? [Verse 3: Big Duke] I hear you niggas talking, oh yeah, you saying shit But when it comes to action, you ain't spraying shit Who you playing with? Your whole monkey clique Suck a dirty [?] Faggit ass trick Y'all pussy ass niggas can't stand attention Y'all like fussin Y'all ain't made for bussin Niggas acting hard, clutching on they nutsack Til they get they ass brushed like a quarterback Ratt a tats coming faster than these high hats Getting harder than [?] Line them up like dominos, and watch them fall flat The whole brain thrown back like a [?] Y'all blockin, [?] [?] place to order, it can't be called off This is Boyz in da Hood, we don't come soft Disrespect the fam, watch your ass get knocked off [Chorus: Big Gee & Ice Cube] I got my black on, grab my nutsack Put my mask on, and grab the big gats Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? You got a lotta guns, we got a bunch of that Chrome tommy guns, but where your choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at? Where your choppers? Choppers, choppers at?