Choppa Lyrics

Choppa Lyrics

"Choppa Style Lyrics"

Get Some Loving Done Lyrics
I gotta get up and get some loving done my life's so poor ain't been much fun I found myself a woman and I know she's the one And I gotta get up and get me some loving done I've been doin' without a good thing much too long But you taught me to sing a brand new song When I look at me I see a brand new different me Let's gonna get up and get some loving done Yeah I've gotta get up... [ guitar - fiddle ] Well you know how to treat me like a woman And satisfy my needs cause you're all man When I look at you I see it all belon

[Master P]
Yo Choppa, this P
I'm Uptown right now
I'm on my way to the Westbank to put a twist on this thing ya heard?

[Choppa]
Ooww! Oh Yea!
Ooww! Oh Yea!
Ooww! Oh Yea!
Ooowww!
Who they want?
Choppa style, chop chop Choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop
She want chop chop
She love chop chop
She want chop chop
They love chop chop

[Verse 1: Choppa]
Now I don't mean to sound rude baby or hurt you or nothing
I want an independant woman if she workin' with something
I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her
She ain't got a lot of ass but I can work with her
Want a big fine woman with some pop in her
She ain't got a lot of ass but titty bop with her
Now I came here to get it bump
Represent for No Limit if you ain't with it catch a dump
Now kneel it up, in the truck you know what's up
We just signed with Universal and we got the clubs up
So put your head between your legs and touch your toes
Bounce your booty up and down ooh girl there you go
Won't you walk like a model
If you an independant woman maybe I'ma hol
Fey Lyrics
Oh my old friend / How did we get so far so soon / Chasing dragons in the white of the map / In the blue of your veins Maybe we?d played / Our little games / In the dark of the world / For a bit too long / And lost our souls And with death?s release / The knowledge comes / It was the life all along / We?d been afraid of / In carriage golden / Drawn by horses blind / I saw you leave this mortal life Oh my old friend / We grew up boys with a shadow of a man / And neither one of us was afraid to die / Had a cyclops asked For had we no
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You got your hair fixed nice with your clothes tight
You wanna shake it like a dog and do it all night, all night
Now swoop in position and get it right
Put your hands in the air won't you make those titties fight?
I'm Choppa chop, you know what I'm about
I wanna see you turn around and stick your booty out, your booty out

[Chorus]
Choppa style, chop chop Choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop
They want chop chop
They love chop chop
They want chop chop
They love chop chop
Choppa style, chop chop Choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop
They want chop chop
They love chop chop
They want chop chop
They love chop chop

[Verse 2: Choppa]
Hold up, check this out
I wanna know where all my ballers at
And all my independant women ya heard me?
We gonna do it like this here
This a chant, come on
If you a independant woman holla (Ooww!)
If you got your own house holla (Ooww!)
If you drive your own car holla (Ooww!)
If you hate your baby daddy holla (Ooww!)
If you an independant player holla (Oh Yea!)
If you hate your baby mamma ho
Dusty Miller Lyrics
Instrumental
lla (Oh Yea!)
If you drive your own car holla (Oh Yea!)
If you take care of your kids holla (Oh Yea!)
Now won't you walk with it? Walkity walk with it
Walkity walk with it, gangsta walk with it
Shakety shake with it, shakety shake with it
Shakety shake with it, shakety shake with it
Now we got a brand new dance and it just won't stop
Throw your hands in the air and do the Choppa rock
It go, chop-up-a-rock-rock-chop-a-rock
Rock-chop-up-a-rock-rock-rock y'all ready?
East Coast where you at let me get a hand clap
West Coast where you at let me get a hand clap
Mid-West where you at let me get a hand clap
Dirty South where you at let me get a hand clap

[Verse 3: Master P]
UH-OH!
Indonesia don't tease ya
I'm in the Benz with a bow-legged beaver
I likes to flip my pancakes up
And sex, I likes to give it to them rough
Big paper, all flavors
Send the word to the hood, I'm Jim Baker
Love don't cost a thing? Now who said that
Big pimpin' and ballin' who made it?
I'm in that new hummer with spinnin' wheels
And aww man, check out the grill!
Money,
Friday Night Lyrics
Hey you! Do you remember me I used to sit next to you at school We indulged in all the extra-curricular activites We weren't particularly cool Monday cycling Tuesday gymnastics Dancing on a Friday night I got Bridge Club on Wednesday Archery on Thursday Dancing on a Friday night Hey you! Could you ever fall for me The way I fell for you And do you dwell upon the thoughts that I occupy Or do you give yourself things to do? Monday rowing Tuesday badminton Dancing on a Friday night I
Gucci sandals, strip leather
I'm lookin for that ghetto Cinderella
Choppa call me up, it's off the heezy
Now we tag teamin' for sheezy
I asked her, "Boo, call me a donkey"
Cause they crush balls, I like 'em chunky

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Choppa]
Now where your head go at when you want it from the back?
Toot toot that ass up, she like it like that
Where my fellas go at when they hit it from the back?
Smack smack that ass up, she like it like that
Won't you wobble wobble move that, show me how you do that
Girl you a hood rat, make you holla "ooh yea!"
Wobble wobble move that, show me how you do that
Girl you a hood rat, make you holla "ooh yea!"
Wobble for me, come on
Won't you back it up for me, come on
Won't you wobble for me, come on
Cause you know what Choppa want, come on
It's on now nigga, we ready
I said it's on now nigga, we ready
I said it's on now nigga, we ready
I said it's on now nigga, we ready
It's on now, it's on now
It's on now, we ready
New No Limit, we ready
We ready, we ready