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dirty - chopin down the block lyrics

[intro]
[in a little kids voice]
uncle pimp and g
[g] what’s up
could you read us a hoodtime story please?
[g]y’all all in the trap
yep
[g]ok, ok…here we go

[verse 1: big pimp]
once upon a time not long ago, lived two cousins that was broke
with no money in their pocket, they result to sellin’ dope
movin’ everythang from regular weed, crack-cocaine, and ‘dro
didn’t want the mpd’s to catch ’em so they kept it on the low
bought another and another, broke bread with each other
sell that b-tter in the hood and give the rest to their mother
other brothers wanna flex, then that simp is gettin’ f-cked up
call him gangsta, oh and you may call me silky pimp cutta
hustle like a mother… gul hand filled with cl-sters
alabama on my back, best believe i got the muscle
crank the ‘lac we gotta roll, they stole the rims up off the nova
comin’ back from texas, undercovers tryin’ to pull us over
ridin’ up the block doin’ eighty-three (eighty-three)
i bet it was some motherf-cker hatin’ on me (hatin’ on me)
dave the dope king, supplyin’ all the flow
went to court last week and snitched on all his folk

[chorus x2: chops and splices with variations throughout the chorus]
choppin’ down the block b-tch
choppin’ down the block b-tch
choppin’ down the block b-tch
choppin’ down the block b-tch

[verse 2: mr. g-stacka]
let me take you back to when the pimp & gangasta +hit da flo+
you knew the south was finna blow when pimp & gangsta hit the do’
nothin’ but the southern slang, you hear it every time we spoke
now n-gg-z hollerin’ “here we is”, throughout the east and west coast
represent the gump, let ’em know that bama got flow
put it on the map, make ’em adapt to all my country folk
every city that we go, pack the club and rock the show
get respect from gangstas, vice lords, bloods, and the locs
in the hood they crown us both, kings over all the fakers
n-gg-z know they can’t fade us, that’s way them n-gg-z hate us
meanwhile we switched labels, now we with the mob b-tch
j prince made it able, cause we spit that hard sh-t
blackklown a hard clique, as bout as hard a clique can get
now that we on top, don’t no n-gg-z wanna start sh-t
the problems that i deal wit’ ain’t deep enough to have me stoppin’
hop off in the chevy, flip-floppin’ down the block choppin’

[chorus x2]

- dirty lyrics

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