ride with everyone The regular She'd rearrange The girl knew how To chop and change Chop and change Chop and change Chop and change Chop and change
ride with everyone the regular, she'd rearrange the girl knew how to chop and change chop and change chop and change chop and change chop and change
m switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my way in and took some ass Whips and cash, come through half stepping and
half of your cabbage on a Range Rov' Change clothes, switch me description to de-stained blow Chopping while we spread up you nosey niggaz Kidnap and
cassettes and chop beats with This olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin', throwin' your verse like a javelin Things fall apart and MC's unravellin' Backstage whisperin' to management like "Change
hood slippin', flatline time bitch, Optimals and fried pita and shit, Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split, I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas, And
off highly tips The glock nine automatic ? speed ?? I fuck wit' ballers and killers ask Suga Slim and B-3 Fresh ordered twenty keys turned them over to me Hot Boys and
than water shit Me and my brothers split keys Get me 18 ounces nigga, and 10 g's Ridin' in convertable rolls royce with the hb's Draped with diamonds and
in your grill and Low down like Mr. Wrong See it's just magic cause the heat is so poetic And we ain't dramatic we just spit you're so pathetic And it
grill and Low down like Mr. Wrong See it's just magic cause the heat is so poetic And we ain't dramatic we just spit you're so pathetic And it's done
and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin Backstage whisperin to management like "change
deliver the order mang! And I ain't talkin' bout chicken and gravy mang! I'm talkin' bout bricks 'o ye-yo, halves and quarters 4 and a halves of hash
talk nigga, and real talk nigga Middlefingaz' a ridah, whoever killed off nigga And I put that on Pat, Screw, and Steve Young low bitch, I clap you and
freeze in this muthaf-cker Walk back might freeze in this muthaf-cka Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this muthaf-cka Don't make me start talking quarter keys
victims Played like marionettes wid mental and physical threats The only outlet for the scars of my brain and my pain And to refrain from goin' insane
