now check it...
there's all these fly chicks around me
but i only want this one down on her knees
she be my baby for ever
but she aint gonna be wit me never
she got a man thats my best friend
but they realtionship about to end
thats a good chance for me
to show her what i be
chorus:
now i no i'm fine and all the ladies want me
but i gotta keep it cool with only one shorty
she b fine she b fly and i want her badly
but i dont know how to get her..
Hype/Money:
Man watchu watchu think about that Choppa cat brotha?
Man shit what the fuck is a aul anyway?
Aint nobody talked about the west bank in like ten years, you da first one
What tha fuck is a wild west biggidy anyway?
I wish somebody let me know, the nigga be talkin bout some crazy shit
What tha fuck he talkin bout he said his name like 300 times in one fuckin song, Choppa style Chop Chop Choppa style, what is that he aint sayin nothin
All I know is his name, I know it real well, I don't even know his face
What the fuck is...
Choppa:
Just because I got me a deal, doesn't mean I gotta big head
Can't hook up wit my people and chill
Ima' rap til I'm blue in tha face, and keep my money and my fans
Understand Ima' do what it takes, I never was fake
Everthang I'm spittin is real,I was hungry I was hustlin
So I'm gettin a deal, flippin my skills, flippin this deal
Whatever it takes I'll put a hater in tha dirt
And hit the verse that's waitin, ya i learned that from Kim
When they had tha streets blocked, they had tha heat that made you fade away
Like a police squad, they even had little guns soundin like grease pops
And so much candy you would think it was sweet shops
Now I gone an done shows with Jigga, smoked with Juvey,hooked up wit Ja Rule
And felt some booty, had hoes claimin that they wanted to school me
I'm bout my money,not bout what them bitches out ta do me
Cause I'm in this to win this,so gimme your mic
Ima spin this and send this and betchu you like, ya, Ima' break em off propa propa, man fuck tha nigga hatin' on Choppa Choppa c'mon.
Hype/Money:
Man tha nigga can't even rap, I heard his hypeman be writin tha songs
Then I go check out tha show, he slingin his winkey tha whole show
(bang bang) I don't wanna see his winky I wanna see what he's talkin bout.
Choppa:
Niggas goin off with a nigga and told ya
But I got 50 niggas who willin' ta show ya, I aint even talkin bout guns
Lemme blow ya, I got niggas down from the Mararo to tha Magnolia
YA Now these niggas gettin line, like they had scholeosis
And I was bout ta fix they spine and I'll I do is spit these rhymes
I don't aim at tha bulls-eye, but I seem ta hit each time
And I heard that fake shit that you said in your soul
Let a nigga make money bitch leave me alone, all that hatin' and reppin' on Choppa Chop, can't get mad just because a nigga hot you not
And you niggas keep on sayin I'm wack, but every time I see ya pops at tha corner he's always given me gaps said,(I wish my son could rap that way)
And I write my own rhymes, that's Juh Juh Juh Juh J-M-K.
Hype/Money/Choppa:
Maaan fuck Choppa basically he aint doin shit, he aint never gonna amount to shit, Uh Oh there he go, man that nigga bout ta go stage, there that nigga go right there, man Ima' sneak in there dog, Ima' fool you heard me
Ima' real nigga you heard me, fuck Choppa(Wuz up man,wuz happnin')
Hey Choppa Choppa hey(Hey wuz happnin)I got that lil dance down,Choppa style Chop Chop Choppa style, I gotta love you boy(Fo sho,fo sho,fo sho)
Hey i get all the grab dog,T-shirt,album(Hey man you got that dog)
Even my grandma talkin bout you, Independant women holla, Ooow
(Alright Ima' holla at chu when I get of the stage alright man)
I'm your number one fan(When I get off tha stage, alright fo sho fo sho)
Little bitch ass nigga come up here talkin' ta me
Tryin ta jack me off and shit, nigga I thought you were gonna sneak in there
Well I kinda like that song dog,You kinda like that song?
What tha type of nigga you is? I'm tha one that said he was a bitch ass nigga you went to agreein', but I, but I been talkin' I like that song
[Chorus]
We gettin' money whoadie, And you can trust that
The New No Limit comin' through, Ya betta move back
If ya fuckin' with us, Then we gone buck back
We let ya'll have it for a minute, Now we want it back
We gettin' money whoadie, And you can trust that
The New No Limit comin' through, Ya betta move back
If ya fuckin' with us, Then we gone buck back
We let ya'll have it for a minute, Now we want it back
[Currency]
These niggas know I'm heavy with the cash flow
Cause I'm a CL driver, You still ridin' in ya baby momma's Rav-4
Currency straight, You just a light weight asshole
I'm in Houston watchin' the Yankees play the Astros
You niggas know I'm a baller
You can see me in the Yellow Lamborgini with my name on the spoiler
Doin' doughnuts on the cops, Tell'em talk to my laywer
Ya old lady mad at me, Wanna know why I don't call her
Heh, I keep chrome on my whip, Chrome on my waist
Come with that bullshit, See what you'll get, A hole in ya face
My niggas pull quick, Plenty of clips, Bullets to waist
Give me the toughest judge, I bet they'll still throw out the case
And the kid aint frontin'
Cause I been workin' with money since Nintendo controllers came with 2 buttons
Now these haters wanna stick me, (Why)
Cause I rock so much ice if it melts it'll drown the whole city
[Chorus]
We gettin' money whoadie, And you can trust that
The New No Limit comin' through, Ya betta move back
If ya fuckin' with us, Then we gone buck back
We let ya'll have it for a minute, Now we want it back
We gettin' money whoadie, And you can trust that
The New No Limit comin' through, Ya betta move back
If ya fuckin' with us, Then we gone buck back
We let ya'll have it for a minute, Now we want it back
[Choppa]
They call me Choppa Choppa, Lord have mercy
Aint No Limit, Now I'm fuckin' with Percy
Niggas play we merk them
Betta yet we burry them
They gone need 6 niggas ?? to carry'em
Marchin' like a soldier, And I know ya'll know
That I aint from ATL, But I'll throw ya'll bows
Hop-scotchin' in the street with bout 20 hoes
And I'm attracting all the attention on them 24's
I'm Choppa, And I know you heard about
I'm comin' from the West Bank of that Dirty South
When we walkin' through the club they like I know those niggas
You know that Choppa and Currecny are some hoe go gettas
Ya know that nigga, Well show that nigga
My money runnin' like Walter Payton, So call me a throwback nigga
And I always gone rock shows, Hoes always gone jock
So fuck a nigga who be hatin' on Chop
[Chorus]
We gettin' money whoadie, And you can trust that
The New No Limit comin' through, Ya betta move back
If ya fuckin' with us, Then we gone buck back
We let ya'll have it for a minute, Now we want it back
We gettin' money whoadie, And you can trust that
The New No Limit comin' through, Ya betta move back
If ya fuckin' with us, Then we gone buck back
Chorus(repeat 2)
If you ride on 20 inch dubs(you dirty dirty)
If your baby momma taken a cup(you dirty dirty)
If you showin' gold teeth when you talk(you dirty dirty)
Say what?(you dirty dirty)say what?(you dirty dirty)
Verse 1
Now I'm a dirty old south boy
And you can tell by the way I spit it out my mouth boy
I'm gumbo funk hot and spicy with a clout boy
A west bank representin' is what i'm bout boy i'm bout boy
You can catch me ridin down on your block on dub deuces
Right through that magnolias where they love
Chorus-2
Verse 2
Now I'm a dirty old south boy
And I know you know that I bought it from the bootleggers I bought it from the store
I'm dirty like the look on ya face when you see I'm ponked
It's a low down dirty shame
Yal shouldn't of ever let lil Choppa step up in the game
'cause I'mma flip it
Why all you niggas that's runnin them same bitches that you fucked last year
Got them hoes on ice like them bitches were beer
Gettin mad 'cause it's niggas like me she will serve me
Hatin on choppa style now you know that's dirty
Chorus-2
Hook:
New Orleans what's up? Represent your dirty dirty
ATL what's up? Represent your dirty dirty
Houston, Texas what's up? Represent your dirty dirty
Mississippi what's up? Represent your dirty dirty
Chorus-2
Down south what's up? Represent your dirty dirty
Midwest what's up? Represent your dirty dirty
Up north what's up? Represent your dirty dirty
C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon
OOOOOWWWWW!
What she want (ugh) what she want She want (repeat)
OOOOOWWWWW!
Oh yeah! OOOOOWWWWW!!
Oh yeah! OOOOOWWWWW!!
Oh yeah! OOOOOWWWWW!! oh yeah!
[HOOK:]
Who they want??
Choppa Style Chop Chop Choppa Style
Choppa Style Chop Chop
She want chop chop
She want chop chop
She want chop chop
She love chop chop
Now, I don't mean to sound rude, baby or hurt ya or nothin
I want a slim, fine woman who is workin with somethin, twurkin with somethin
Baby gotta hurt me wit nothin
If you a slim, fine woman that mean you workin with somethin
I want a big, fine woman with some pop wit her
She ain't got a lot of ass but tiddy-bop wit her
Now I came here to get it buck
For you hoes shake down if you wanna wobble, what
Back it up or toot it up or don't stop
Won't you bend that ass over now pop it like it hot
Put yo head between your legs and touch your toes
Bounce your booty up and down--Ooh girl, there you go
Won't ya walk like a model
If you a independent woman, maybe I'ma holla
You got your hair fixed nice, wit ya clothes tight
You wanna shake it like a dog and do it all night, all night
Now assume the position and get it right
Put your hands in the air, won't you make ya tiddies fight
I'm Choppa Chop, you know what I'm bout
I wanna see ya turn around and stick ya booty out, ya booty out
Who they want??
Choppa Style Chop Chop Choppa Style
Choppa Style Chop Chop
She want chop chop
She want chop chop
She love chop chop
She love chop chop
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
She love chop chop
If you a...
(Hold up Choppa! You gon hold it down for the independent women.
Well what about them independent niggas?
The ones holdin it down on that block, ridin on dub doozies.
Show what ya got, ya heard me?)
Alright..
If you a independent woman holla (OOOOOWWWWW)
If you hate your baby-daddy holla (OOOOOWWWWW)
If you keep ya hair fixed holla (OOOOOWWWWW)
Holla (OOOOOWWWWW) holla (OOOOOWWWWW)
If you a independent nigga holla (Oh Yeah!)
If you hate your baby-mamma holla (Oh Yeah!)
If you take care of your kids (Oh Yeah!)
Holla (Oh Yeah!) holla (Oh Yeah!)
Now won't you walk wit it walk it walk wit it
Walk it walk wit it walk it walk wit it
Shake it shake wit it
Shake it shake wit it
Shake it shake wit it
Shake it shake wit it
Now, we got a brand-new dance and it just won't stop
Put your hand to the sky and do the Choppa Rock
It go Choppa-pa Rock Rock
Choppa Rock Rock
Choppa-pa Rock Rock
Ya'll ready? (Ya'll ready?)
West Bank, where you at? Lemme get a handclap
ATL, where you at? Lemme get a handclap
Houston, where you at? Lemme get a handclap
Miami, where you at? Lemme get a handclap
Chi-Town, where you at? Lemme get a handclap
Detroit, where you at? Lemme get a handclap
Mississippi, where you at? Lemme get a handclap
New Orleans, where you at? Lemme get a handclap
Who they want??
Choppa Style Chop Chop Choppa Style
Choppa Style Chop Chop
She want chop chop
She want chop chop
She love chop chop
She love chop chop
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
She love chop chop
Now where yo head go at when you want it from the back
Toot Toot that ass up
She like it like that
Where my niggas go at when they hit it fromthe back
Smack smack that ass up
She like it like that
Won't you wobble wobble, move that, show me how ya do that
Girl you a fool yeah, make me holla ooh yeah!
Wobble wobble, move that, show me how ya do that
Girl you a fool yeah, make me holla ooh yeah!
Now won't you wobbbble for me? (C'mon) Won't you back it up for me? (C'mon)
Won't you wobbbble for me? (C'mon) Won't you back it up for me? (C'mon)
(chorus)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
bwok bwok,chicken chicken
bwok bwok,chicken heads
(x4)
(project pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up weaved up
yo hair is messed up
need to get bout' a hustle mission
get up loot run to beautican
run game until the game is gravy
that don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby
(bwok bwok)on stalk stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok)pretty walk walk givin out head
ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
got some gold teeth
at da club trying ta shake that thang
tryin ta get a piece
chicken chicken alwaysin some dumb shit
shoulda paid ya light bill
you bought a outfit
stay at ya mammy house
and keep a smart mouth
its Project Memphis Tenn represent tha south
so pass tha dro-dro and we gonestay tickin
full of that mo-mo holla at a chicken
(chorus)
(lil chat)
yeah you like my outfit
don'teven fake tha deal
i thought you said you had your girl on the light bill
(project pat)
always in my face
talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims fa da Cadillac
(lil chat)
you riding clean
but ya gas tank is on E
be stepping out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet
(project pat)
that's just the meter broke
youn't know'cha talkin bout
anyway them Jordan's finna come out
(lil chat)
hate se ya in a club
ya mobbin wit a mug
know that ya ridin wit ya boy
ya nothing but a scrub
(project pat)
but he was wit me
that's when you hated
cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted
(lil chat)
i sho did
in our face drankin on that "yak"
mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs
(project pat)
what?you need some gun
breath like thunder
what you lookin at
i don't want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)
(chorus)
(Dj Paul)
now these chicken head hoes see platinum thick as white gold
se the 20 inch Pirelli's roll mane thank the vogues
dodgin all my foes
ridin Cady truck wit dvd
a flock
of broads follows me
from the club to break they knees
knowin that's all i want
straight out tha club
tha rest ain't smellin right
the last thangon they mind is freshin up
its goin down tonight
weave in they head
weed in they purse
still crunk
baby seats all across the back wit close in the trunk
(juicy j)
i been known to hold my own
i been known to ride on chrome
i been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
i'm the fool supplyin tha dro
i'm tha fool supplyin tha blow
i'm tha playa who got u chicken jeads knockin at my do
tellin me that you diggin me
tellin me i'm yo man to be
girlfriend its gone cost a fee
get yo rags and work that streets
pay ya boy and make me rich
so we keep them swisher's lit
(???) yo fees we count them g's
cashin it from all you chicks
Come on - 14x
[Choppa]
Now what's happ'n, what's crackalting fool on your end
What's happ'n, hustle up and buy you a Benz
Uh rock your ice, represent your shit
Man what's happ'n with you nigga, what's happ'n with you bitch
When you see me, you know I got at least a zone
And my shirt off, bulging like I'm Sly Stallone
Choppa puff mo' daddy than, Diddy gone
Throw a ice cream party, boogoo chicks in thongs
This the New No Limit, we ball to the end
Gotta send a shout out, to all my dogs in the penn
All my thugged out niggas, bout to spin em a bend
I done signed with Master P, now we in it to win
All my bottle gutter niggas, look raise your henn
Pour some liquor for your nigga, if he gone my friend
You know the streets getting wild, we keep the chrome within
You can't be hating on a tank, nigga what's wrong with them
[Hook]
Nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n
Nigga nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n
Nigga nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n
Nigga nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n
Nigga nigga what's happ'n
[Choppa]
What's happ'n, what's the dizzle with you and yo block
And what's happ'n with your people, ahhh they making it hot
You got me feeling like a pit, I'm out here shake this spot
If them people pull up, is you gon take these rocks
Now when you see me, first of all you know this my grill
I don't gotta say nothin, just know that I'm real
And I been had paper, way before this deal
I'm stacking mill with the Colonel, how the fuck I feel
I feel blessed, dressed like a million bucks
In the P. Miller gear, hopping out the trucks
T.V.'s in front the rear, T.V. dizzled up
I'm a cocky built nigga, but the burner be tough
I'm a Dirty South (boy), a 504 Boy
Cuff your hoe (boy), cause the chick ain't no (oh boy)
I got the Tank in your city, and it's crowded crowded
With them No Limit niggas, cause we bout it bout it
[Hook]
[Choppa]
Now we some Down South Hustlas (hustlas)
I represent Uptown to that Westbank, straight from the gutter
Its No Limit now, so we touch them other niggas
They hated on us any way, so fuck them other niggas
Got word from suave, bout clutch the fucking triggas
Waiting on the word from P, just to rush a fucking nigga
I'm a No Limit (boy), and I'm hot with raps
Seven figga deal, yes I signed for that
Sticky green is what I feel, so I ride with that
Even the feds hating on us, cause the lines be tapped
But if you still want them oranges, and bananas
We posted on the block, with 504 bandannas
This the throwback tape, nigga I'm '97 hot
Made moves with C, cause my ear to the block
Kept my hand on a glock, the Tank is too hot
Nigga we back up in this bitch, and yo we can't be stopped
[Hook]
Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it
Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it
Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it
And lil pussy ass nigga, bet not step on my shoes
When I walk wit it, gangsta walk wit it
When I walk wit it, gangsta walk gangsta walk
When I walk wit it, gangsta walk wit it
When I walk wit it, gangsta walk gangsta walk
[Choppa]
While you walking I'm running, while you shooting I'm chopping
Got me confused with them dudes, but who is you to be knocking
Now I be marching like a soldier, and my army right behind me
On that Westbank is where a nigga, might find me
Fucking with me boy, you gon get your ish-a
I represent from the heights, all the way to the pitcher
And I'm all about a dolla dolla, nobody hotta hotta
I can pull a Prada model, t-shirt holla wobble wobble
We in the club pop a bottle, at the bar
Tell your girl stop tripping, she could holla at a star
Hypnotic in the car, is all I need to get mean
We could mix it with henny, and we turning it green
Like one say, left to the right right, to the left left, to the right
Let me see you bounce with me, East to the West
North to the South, back to the house, come blow a ounce with me
[Hook - 2x]
All my soldiers with me (yeah)
All my whodis with me (yeah)
If you hustle hard for a nigga praying (yeah)
My soldieretts with me (yeah)
My independent women (yeah)
Them hoes hatin' cause you looking good (hell yeah)
[Choppa]
Everybody throw your dranks up, soldiers throw your tanks up
Hit the flo', wild out, everybody drink something
Its your set, throw it up, show me where the fuck you from
What you drinking mix it with this, hit this weed and have some fun
Girls got they butts up, y'all know what's up
We drinking this straight out the bottle, whodi put them cups up
I'm from the home of the Queen, that they call Anna
I come to represent New Orleans, Louisiana
[Master P]
The New No Limit guerillas, we gon ride to get scrilla
I'm a soldier till I die, and real niggas gon feel us
I put that heat on your ass, nigga play and get bagged
Uptown, thugged out, t-shirts and du-rags
On the block where you find me, my niggas right behind me
Third Ward Calliope projects, we on the grind G
My bottle slang chrome, nigga tats on arms
We gon wild out till, C-Murder come home
[Hook]
[Curren$y]
Pull up in a big truck, on a set of twenty three's
Twenty G's cash, in the pocket to my P. Miller jeans
Playa hatas mad, they wish they could rid of me
I'm always on the radio, I'm always on the t.v. screens
Now am I bout it huh, whodi I'm bout it bout it
Hop out the limo, watch the women form a crowd around it
I keep the burner with me, never on the streets without it
I put you in the papers, let your family read about it
I'm going hard in the streets, and I own my own crib
You'll never see a landlord, round me
T-R-U nigga, you could ask my dog C
And my money hell-a-long, cause I just got a check from P
Huh bitches to Hot Spitter, you fuck around if you want
And watch how quick a nigga, send you to the hospital
Stick this baretta to your braids, me and my soldiers
Sticking together like Franky Beverly and me
(*talking*)
What's up, ah ha, come on
Choppa Style. Jahbo, Playa Will
On the track come on
[Choppa]
Ooh girl you looking good, give lil Choppa a holla
Cause I could take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in Prada
Choppa Style came from nothing, to having some change
Now everybody's in my face, wanting to look at me strange
Now I ain't even got a Range yet, but that's alright baby
Cause I ain't got my change yet, and I ain't nice
And I ain't right, and I ain't flipping chicks
But I ain't really nothing nice, when I'm spitting hits
You feel this shit, then won't you bob your head back and forward
And if you like the way it sound, go to the store and sco' it
You see me, I'm low key, cause I got this
And Choppa style dropping nothing but some hot hits, some hot hits
I can't wait, till I'm living lavage, call me Choppa
Tim Smooth, cause I gotta have it
And this not for a career, it's all for fun
And I'm not from St. Louis, but I'm number one, I'm number one
[Chorus: Jahbo - 2X]
Girl you looking good, come and ride with me
Hop in my 6 you looking nice, in them Prada jeans
So won't you drop it, bend it over, touch your toes for me
Bend it, make that booty wiggle wobble out for me
[Choppa]
I got your head board banging, ooh la-la-la
When I ask you who you loving, you say Chop-Chop-Chop
I'm making it hot, coming through and breaking your twat
Don't you worry bout twenty minutes, cause I ain't gonna stop
You say you wanna get served wobble, so I'm gon find you
You say you wanna hot boy, with a condo
How you like it, from the back or your legs in the air
You could ride it, you could dodge it girl, I just don't care
Cause I'ma serve it like I beat it, like I chop it like a dog
I'ma make you touch your toes, sit you down and break you off
To you fat girls, I don't discriminate on y'all
If you can break me with your wiggle, I'll do you like a dog
I want a slim, fine woman, so I could break her cousin
Cause Choppa's like Popeye's chicken, you gotta love him
The next time you think, that you won't get served proper
I got your head board banging, p.s. just love Choppa
[Chorus - 2X]
[Choppa]
I want a slim, fine woman, who as cute as the (what)
Never ever labeled a duck, but always quick to buck
A attitude sometimes, but not a project child
But if needed to bend some piece, she acting project style
And she walk like a model, when she up in them streets
Prada pants, Prada purse, Prada shoes on her feet
She don't hang with messy chickens, cause she say that they sad
They already know the difference, it's lust they got it bad
She don't listen to, what you say bout me and them broads
She never listen from the jump, though her head is hard
If she tell me she gon leave me, so my heart ain't gon stop
I get a playa bring a mill, and my woman I'll watch
And oh, tell your baby daddy, he ain't got nothing on me
Going rounds and he gon shoot me, tell him up it and see
Oh, you wonder how she really got that mark on her chest
Ask your girl, she'll probably tell you, but that ain't nothing but mess
Verse1:
I know ya'll probably didn't expect for me to come like this grab tha mic catch tha trach and start to run like this there wasn't to many boys local that was droppin like this but now i gotcha heads bobbin and ya jockin my shit so now u freeze up thankin that choppa was bout to ease up please bruh where u get caught is where i leave ya turn my shit up loud so everybody can hear me and these playa hatin bitch niggas a probably wanna kill me now this some real shit i get off into some I'll shit make a mil quick steven segal hard to kill shit now chill bitch i told you this some I'll shit and u might just get killed quick now feel this hi my name is choppa i introduce myself and if ya mad from what im sayin that means tha truth was felt i prove my belt how many murdas my block is long you don't need to know our numbers 'cause our stocks is strong
[chorus 2x]
I got my snicker imma be here nigga stuck wit me niggas know im numba one they can fuck wit me now it's next to hit tha world nothin else for me platinum plaques in tha stack on tha shelf for me
Verse2:
Now these bustas been puttin trash out it's time for choppa to flip tha mask and jag go brag and take his ass out rookie cookie ass niggas is bout to be crumb fuckin round wit choppa what tha fuck you niggas is dumb i told u niggas now i bout to show u niggas blow u niggas get tha gar and roll u niggas im from tha wild westbiggady where thangs get off tha higgady and i got tha game from my dog Ralf Biggady you niggas that aint bout it and that's why u still there i fuck wit cats that pop caps and put u in a wheel chair and im walkin tha streets ya fake suckas a try im from marrero so im packin that iron
[chorus:repeat 2x]
Verse3:
Puppy stuttin and front dog ya bucked up growlin at a pedigree pro get fucked up cool out lil slick so u niggas done lucked up i still walk tha streets witcha till all my shoes scuffed up now them hoes scream choppa like when niggas seen choppa that red beam gotcha we tha dream team patna yo trow to my trow yo note to my note no matta what u do 'cause im still gone showboat now how many times i gotta tell ya'll niggas if i keep talkin then they gone smell ya'll niggas i know you niggas heard about them boys from tha dirty south fuck tha rumors fuck tha fake nigga this tha word of mouf hold up stop wont ya wait a minute and just let lil Choppa put some flava in it now if ya stay a minute we can play my (?) if u niggas stole my image u couldnt hold my image
Shab
Mourning In The Night (Promotion Album - 2004)
www.shab-band.com
Del shenid o lab sorood
Lab sorood o shab shenoft
Soute por ghoghaye soozesh
Soozesh az omghe socoot
Faaghed az aatash
Bedoone zareie noor
Aan socooti ke ze soutash arsh raa taab nabood
Dar siaahihaaye aghle mordeye in shabzadeh
Noore bi rahmat ze mahtaabaan peye aashegh nabood
Gar che aghle khish raa dar raahe eshghash chaal kard
Vali ey kaash ke eshghash dide bood
Naeshe gheddise kherad raa dar zamin
Vaay az daste dele paareh
Deli ke aarezoohaa raa be shab ehdaa nemood
Ta ke shab jaan bakhshad az roohe vasie khod bedan
Bi khabar bood az dorangihaaye shab
Mahtaab mord
Shab
Mourning In The Night (Promotion Album - 2004)
www.shab-band.com
In the night of a coldest winter
Ravens are tearing black
Moon, in the abyss of the sky
Darkness, embraced all stars of dark
Symphonies of darkness are die
In this moonless night of cold
Rising of darkness in the coldest lands of this forest
Bloodred melodies of this black are playing in this lands
Darkness is rules on our screams, and is murderer of moon
Shining of this throne is not true, here is cold, black and doom ...
Grimness dreams of the shrouding wisdoms are burning by the hands
... Of darkness without any light in this woodlands of dark
Dreaming beauty of our sleeping forever in our throne
And dying of the emperor by darkness hands of hate
The burial of our dreaming, our funeral at dusk
Black mans with candles, no light, are come
Fathers of graveyard are come by their hate
For burial of our sacred dying in the sky
Ravens falling tears voices from graveyard
Is reason of black fathers laughing of hate
Their grimly faces, reverse me to the times
... Of unholy nights that their was shrouding stars
That moon was tearful, dying of it’s sons
The sky blackness veil falling by ancient wrath
Of frozen hearts
Of godless faith
And rising their new darken sky without moon (the darkness ages arised)
music by Nightking
Shab
Mourning In The Night (Promotion Album - 2004)
www.shab-band.com
Del ze tAriki be joud e man shekAyat kard o goft:
Man nadidam joz siAhi rang e digar dar khodam
Joud e man az roy e nAchari javAb e ou dAd:
Del to mordi rang e morde tireh ast o bish nist
Del beh ArAmi neshast o naleie ham sar nadad
Chon keh dar batn e vojoud e khod degar Ahi nadAsht
Man dar in vAdi beh khod goftam ke del mord o beraft
MAndanat dar injA joz geryehA soudi nist
Dar varAye tiregihA marge khod rA didam
Dast bar dAmAn e ou hamcho yatim andAkhtam
Gerye o shivan , faghan o Ah kardam man bar ou
Bi khabar az inkeh marg e man dar Anja mordeh ast
--------------------------------------------------------------------------(Lyric By: Avinar 2000)
Shab
Mourning In The Night (Promotion Album - 2004)
www.shab-band.com
In the horizon's solitude
As you can see broken woods of ourselves
You remember our roots
Blackest roots of our growing
The silence comes to you, in time
And you're seeing thy sky
With a silent lightning
Silence and burning
Of our blackest forest
Burning of our primordial trees
And the burning of our horizon's woods
Do not tearing
Do not sad
Cause this is new wisdom of their horizon
Their forest trees are longer
And their shadows are white
They are growing everytime
And we are in the depths of our wisdoms graveyard
Your ancient better wisdom is in your grave
In this time
The burial of your horizon
Darkening of our burning forests
Blowing the winds of your screams
But they'll never hear, never feel
Never compassion for your rotting ages
Never ...
Everywhere of this frozen graveyard
You can see the wisdoms like your wisdom
Dead horizons, better than another
You can see just, my closed eyes, in time
Cause I don't want to seeing this black ruining
And I'm standing beside your grave
Just a minute
And after this,
I come in my darken main road of my wisdom ...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------(Lyric By: Avinar 2000)
Shab
Mourning In The Night (Promotion Album - 2004)
www.shab-band.com
From the shades of this life
To the immortal screams of mourning
And the journey into the skies of gray
Far beyond our blackness sky
And the flight of wisdoms
To the highest skies of gray
Where the winter and spring are all one
In this coldest corner of dark
And the shining of doom forever ...
Shab
Mourning In The Night (Promotion Album - 2004)
www.shab-band.com
In a coldest night, beyond the darkness
As cold winds are caressing our symbols
Our goddess is tearing in our forest of doom
Moonlight was dead many years ago
And the stars are marching to this mass
Here is darken place
This is knack of sunlight
The sun can't shine for this place
This place was glade
Full of longer trees
Full of moonlight and sunlight
Full of laugh
Without any tear
But now here is curse
Here is darkness
Full of tears
Full of cries
And full of blackness hearts
This is obscurantism
This is true
Cause this is taken from ancient saids
I rise in this black mass
And I walk into the darkness forest
And I tearing
But my sound is feeble
Dried branches of our immortal black trees
And the voices of darkness are playing melodious black metal
For me
But they never hear
They never hear my cry
I die
They never feel
Never
--------------------------------------------------------------------------(Lyric By: Avinar 2000)
Shab
Mourning In The Night (Promotion Album - 2004)
www.shab-band.com
Now,
If you see the sky carefully
From your blackroom windows
You can see darkness
Sun is black, moon is dark
And the stars are dead
And the candle is burning, beside your bed
But this will be end
So, seek for another candle
But you never find
Cause all candles are frozen.
From all lights in this world
You have cigar light
So smoke and injoy
But this will be end
And now go to bed
And sleep
In this time you see beauty dream
You see black sky with many shining stars
With radiant moon
This is just a dream
A beauty dream
But this will be end
--------------------------------------------------------------------------(Lyric By: Avinar 2001)
Chorus:
Call me the Sensimillionaire
And the things coming seen... unshare
Call me the Sensimillionaire
... I'll be on...
Look at the business is a mess
Tengo mucho dinero pero... stress
Tengo que decirles al revés
... you want this actually yes
So keep it simple... and siempre...
Live life and happiness
And I...
Chorus:
Call me the Sensimillionaire
And the things coming seen... unshare
Call me the Sensimillionaire
... I'll be on...
Lime on like a baby...
... is the best
So why can... promise
No lo hago pa' vender
No quiero ver pender
Comprarle a los demás
Que no me falte ya jamás
[Chorus:]
Yo lo hago pa'... struggling
'Cause I... hustling so I can buy gasoline
... de mi pueblo pero... travelling
No man can... me... bring the diamond ring
And changing no bubbling
No pimping and...
Soy rico
[2 x Chorus:]
Under the covers I make a tent
It's my world that I invent
Without you near me no adventure
I want you to be home
Ba na na nah na nah
Under the table nobody's there
Under the ceiling under the stairs
A funny feeling my head is sleeping
I want you to come home
Ba na na nah na nah
In the morning
I'm waiting for you
To come back home
Where are you?
Take everything my ipod
Take my keys take my flare take it all
Take my shoes I'm riding solo
My memories take all my photos
Take my clothes take my clothes my tight blue jeans
