Zip That Chop That

Lyrics

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock & Ab-Soul] (Tha Biz—Tha Bizness) Let 'em die Dead Black Hippy We don't give a fuck Hell nah, nigga This conglomerate so cool, Rock, we could freeze L.A., nigga Black Hippy Move in Kendrick Lamar I tell 'em like this [Verse 1-1: Kendrick Lamar] Ring the alarm or wake to a bomb You ain't a rapper, you Elton John, holding your john I got a ton of croutons in the Louis Vuitton That's big bread, the chickens are flying, flocks when I come [Verse 1-2: Schoolboy Q] Paul and Masson, half-drunk, stuck in a poem Light matches underwater while I'm bracing the storm I'm cool and I'm calm, laid-back, smoking a farm Socking the shit out of niggas 'til I'm breaking my arm [Verse 1-3: Jay Rock] Up in my zone, two blunts, cup of Patrón .45 on me, shoot you if you fuck with me wrong No homo, pause, that's your life and it's going flatline If you don't put your life in the song [Verse 1-4: Ab-Soul] I never drove a fast car, I almost ran over Tracy Chapman She said, "Drive slow"; I said, "Fuck off" Ab-Soul—what's up, y'all? Other than you're subpar Above all? I'm a Heaven gate—above all, fucking great [Chorus: Ab-Soul, Schoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock] And every time we in the stu' We cook that, chop that, what's that? That's crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch Oww, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we... Cook that, chop that, what's that, that's crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch! [Verse 2-1: Jay Rock] The Black Hippys, the bag full, the bag empty Spent it all at the car lot, then crash quickly I'm trying to come with enough power to pass Fifty I'm talking fifty bills—you niggas don't fit the bill [Verse 2-2: Kendrick Lamar] You niggas don't keep it real, you fake as Pamela's titties I pound kitties, then hit the club with dogs with me Tan Polos, no socks, chopped Dickies Tan coupe, no top, bumping Biggie [Verse 2-3: Schoolboy Q] Blowing sticky, before the group, been a hippy Nifty-fifty, all blue, real Crippy Big money, long stocks, ask Pippy Mask on, one sock, I gets busy [Verse 2-4: Ab-Soul] I smoke Blacks, relax, and watch Walt Disney Puff squares, pace in circles until I'm dizzy Speaking of Disney, fantasies, I had many I used to hate on Mickey Mouse 'cause he had Minnie [Chorus: Ab-Soul, Schoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock] Anyway, every time we in the stu' We cook that, chop that, what's that? That's crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch Oww, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we... Cook that, chop that, what's that? That's crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch! [Verse 3-1: Schoolboy Q] Ahhh, napped through my final, made enough, richer than Lionel Fucking bitches on my job, coming harder than rhino Breaking their spinal, laid-back, bumping my vinyl Navigation on the scopes, easy to find 'em... [Verse 3-2: Jay Rock] ... Find you and I'm right behind you, laid back, puffing a blunt Gat on my lap, constantly talking shit; I'ma dump Your homies acting charged up, they can still get jumped Take your chain, ash the kush for all you punks... [Verse 3-3: Kendrick Lamar] ... However you want, whenever you want, you all can get it Contagious, it's mad syphilis, blazing, it's God-giftedness Die over death sentences, flow hot, plus, the beat knock Like Jay witnesses, tell 'em I killed the witnesses... [Verse 3-4: Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q] ... Gifted as twenty Christmases, itching to blow Like twenty bitches with mouths that need a dick in it, wow I ran rap for half a mile, then got tired Laid down and realized that I was lying (You fucking crazy, man!) [Chorus: Ab-Soul, Schoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock] And every time we in the stu' We cook that, chop that, what's that? That's crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch Oww, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we... Cook that, chop that, what's that, that's crack Yeah, homie, this is what we do 3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch!