Chop, chop, chop give it all you can Chop, chop, chop sang the wood chop man Chop, chop, chop through the woods it rang Timber, timber Chop, chop, chop
Перевод: Сладкий. Chop Chop.
of the lost ark (ark echo's) Now na na na na na na, nana nah Super size, super size, right before your eyes I bring in treats like giant sweet potato
if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him Ch-uh.. chop him Put tha flame to him All
lunchbox filled with sticky buns, I want a see through jumpsuit that fits me tight, I want all of the Beatles copyrights, I want to chop Florida
Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet Y'all sour me, my summers sweet Kiss my mother feet Hate just makes chop em as they creek Life forever sweet
B more famous than a Red Sox fitted But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes Half of these rappers wasn't trapping when I was chopping the
, I gotta keep it going keep it going full steam To sweet to be sour to nice to be mean With the tough guy style I'm not too keen Trying to change the
the trees It can make me feel better and everyday I wake we Be rollin' up blunts and mo blunts and mo blunts And I keep a case of swiss ha sweets in
let it float Let me roll We want your mind to blow Just let us hang with you Hangin' in the hood, just shootin' the breeze My partners on the cut smokin' swisher sweets
Can't stop addicted to the shindig Chop top, it says, I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation De funk the
C, I'm showin up everybody got on they Nikes, and you know what everybody higher than a kite, or they just leanin in they seat Smokin Swisha Sweets, want
wheels Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin?, mayne White T's, fitted hats, Jordans on the dickies That swisher sweet
gone here it from like 2 blocks away Quakers quakin', 'haps I'm tha beats around the place It don't matter where ya from, tha chop shop, I'll show you
jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy, what? I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be screwed and chop-pied All the ballers
You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes
in a Cadillac Brome Cadillac Brome? Now don't it sound absurd Claim College Park where they flip them birds Trick car alarms, then bend them curves Chop chop
