Choppers - Jay Rock

Listen man we gotta carry them choppers

Niggas mad at us, I think I know why

Now we gotta carry them choppers

Niggas talkin' shit, we just gon let the shell fly

Now we gotta carry them choppers

Cause we stackin chips, and we movin them piles

Now we gotta carry them choppers

Niggas plottin' on us, every time we fly by

Catch me in the hood posting up with them OGs

Niggas that’ll fuck your ass up on GP

If you got a problem, dawg come get at me

Anyway you ain’t got the heart to scrap b

Nickerson Gardens is the hood that I come from

And I don’t move through nobody hood without my drum

I’ma keep it real got no time for the bullshit

Try to stick me I’ma let them tools spit

It ain’t my fault niggas cook and re-up

At the dice game, tried to cheat and got beat up

A nigga mad because Rock papers stack right

Your bitch with me, she gon show you who act right

Every time we come on round

Them haters steady puttin up frowns

When we rollin' rollin'

Don’t be no clown

AR knock ya ass on the ground

Nigga when we rollin' rollin' rollin'

Niggas love me in New York soon as I pop in

Come and scoop me up from JFK and I’ll hop in

Bad bitches in the whip chair, they pushin'

So I’m from The Bronx, I’m from Queens, I’m from Brooklyn

New York women yeah they love my Chuck Tays

They love a nigga voice, can’t believe I’m from LA

I’m spendin' dirty money like and big brave

On them 5th ave.

tryin' to find them fresh jays

Cadillac dope 24s we got those

On the turnpike 3 wheelin' my low low

Ride four deep steady blowin' them dodo

Niggas like to hate so we carry them 44s

Shorty push the top down

Let me see you move that hump

You know what I’m holdin' holdin'

That’s your man, girl, difference is

I’m a G he’s a chump

He’ll get his face swollen swollen swollen