'bout to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper
to set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper
Tradução: BG. Correr con mi Chopper.
set it off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper And bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Runnin' with my chopper (Runnin' with my chopper
close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my chest
thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide) And get my lawyer, why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers
we can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W
and we run the streets nightly And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out One shot of that will
run the streets nightly (eastsiiide) And get my lawyer, why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp
tell me I can't come thru Compton, Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers, Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy
, when that chopper chop Way up the block, get hit with copper tops When drama pop, the llama pop And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops They say
send to all my jail niggaz who fell From New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P. A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars Kani shit, mad jiggy The clout
down assault rifle with a drum and beam totter 38 with a speed loader in my holster Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder but if i pop my trunk
up in all black, (be in all black) numb-nut I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what I'm standin' there like all mine Run through your click like
take tha biggest bite, lose all-a his teeth Hook up wit Juve, Turk, and B.G. Open niggas like ki' G... I bet some g's, boy, can't wet a HB Or Steve's
Got Get Ready To Get Lost You Understand... Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin' I run it myself like a quarterback option I pitch 'er ten g
