Tha Chop lyrics
This is aint nothing new to me
Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy tha chop (FIRSTVERSE) I'm with my momma rant-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 about the town You thought I was a hog? Wait till I clown now Basha with me, believe me, disturbin three for the fifty And I wish a mutha fucker would try to get with me 'cos I'm nifty with the milly when the torch is on And Play every play like it's fourth and long Now when the horse is gone, I beat the shit out the pig It don't take much, to split a fools wig See im only one shot from making the headlines So quick nigga, got quarters and dead lines Shakin the bed time, they checking my barcode A.T.F, I.N.S and the US Marshal And this is aint nathin new to me Capitalize on opportunity (Uh!) And this is aint nathin new to me Capitalize on opportunity (Which way did he go?) (Which way did he go?) (Which way did he go?) (CHORUS) This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop (SECOND VERSE) This old shit aint 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 Bash a dude's wig over baby bash He my smokin nephew, we be checkin brazin cash We kept G's on the omni floor Put the bloody bills with the Tommy in the drawer Tell mummy with the rock, break a lil a corner off I don't like that bammer, I don't wanna cough You got to watch every step P walk and pull out a teck I thought you knew I'm a vet Let loose and threw up my set A-W-A-X to Latex Glove on my left hand can only mean death mayne. (CHORUS) This is aint nothing 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 is aint nothing 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 (THIRD VERSE) Now it's that pimpin ass Gringo Bitch is you single? I spit heat, hit the street, stack em out the window Bay area lingo, iz what a playa blessed with Ten shots with his own spots is all I ever messed with So if you broke, I aint even hearda ya Come around me again and ima murder ya I need some loot, so watch how I take ya town A bitch wanna hold me, I track her down Get up in the brain, take over the soul 4 G's a night, I'm ready to roll A big long black hella beat in the trunk Baby kick back it's hella heat for the funk A dare a mutha fucker, a step to the low One too many drinks, now he's gettin a roll So??? Tell them get this It's JT, I'm a dog when I spit this (CHORUS) This is aint nothing 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 is aint nothing 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
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