Man, what you think about that Chopper cat, bruh?
That little dude, that be owl.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, what the fuck is an owl anyway?
Ain't nobody talk about the West Bank in like ten years, he the first one.
What the fuck is a Wild West bigoted anyway?
I wish somebody let me know.
The nigga be talking about some crazy shit.
What the fuck he talking about?
He said his name like 300 times in one fucking song.
Chopper's owl, Chopper, Chopper, Chopper's owl.
What is that?
He ain't saying nothing.
All I know is his name.
I know it real well.
I don't even know his face.
What the fuck does-
Just because I got me a deal
Doesn't mean I got a big head
Can't hook up with my people and chill
I'ma rap until I'm blue in the face
To keep my money and my fans understand
I'ma do what it takes
I never would speak
Everything I'm spittin' is real
I was hungry, I was hustlin'
So I'm gettin' the deal
Flippin' my skills
Flippin' the skills
Whatever it takes
I'll put a hater in the dunk
And kick a person's waist
Yeah, I learned that from Kim
When they had the street spot
They had that heat that made you fade away
Like a flea spot
They even had Lil Gunz
Sound like grease pops
And so much candy
You would think it was sweet shots
Now I done shows with Jigga
Smoke what you hear
Hooked up with Ja Rule and felt some booty
Had hoes claimin' that
They wanted to screw me
I bought my money
Now I'm out with them bitches, never do me
Cause I'm in this to win this
So give me a mic
I'ma spin this and send this
And rap to you like
Yeah, I'ma break them all
Prop a prop
Man, fuck a nigga hatin' on top
A top, come on
Man, the nigga can't even rap
I heard this hype man be writin' this song
Then I go check out his show
He's stangin' his winky the whole show
Bang, bang
I don't wanna see his winky
I wanna see what he talkin' about
Niggas goin' off with a nigga
But I got 50 niggas who willin' to show y'all
I ain't even talkin' about guns
Let me blow y'all
I got niggas down from a railroad trip to Magnolia
And now these niggas gettin' in line
Like they had scoliosis
And I was bout to fix they spine
And all I do is spit these rhymes
I don't aim at the bullseye
But I seem to hit each time
And I heard that big shit
That you said in your song
Let a nigga make money, bitch
Leave me alone
All that hatin' and rappin' on top
A top, can't get mad
Just because a nigga hot, you not
And you niggas keep on sayin'
But every time I see him
Pops at the corner
So he givin' me dabs
I wish my son could rap that way
And I'd write my own rhymes
Ache-ache-ache-ache-ache, okay
Man, fuck Chobba basically
He ain't doin' shit
He ain't runnin' up off mountain shit
Uh-oh, damn
Man, a nigga bout to go on stage
Don't let a nigga go right there
Man, I'll sneak that nigga, dog
I'm a fool, yo
I'm a girl with a german
Fuck Chobba
What's up, man?
What's happenin'?
Hey, Chobba, Chobba, hey
I got that lil' dance now, Chobba's a
Stop, stop, stop, stop
What's up, what's up, what's up?
Hey, man, you got that now?
All right, all right
All right, I'ma holla at you
When I get off the stage, man
When I get off the stage
All right, what's up, what's up?
He was an old hoe-ass nigga
Man, what's wrong with you?
Oh, man, you just mad
Cause he fucked your girl