Chop’n On Blades – C Note – letras

Hook]Down South, it never seems to amazeWe playa made with the fades, and we chop’s on bladesLiving lavish is a habit, so I expose my diamondsOn 3rd Coast we be grinding, now you see how we shiningDown Soth, it never seems to amazeWe playa made with them braids, in a EscaladeLiving lavish is a habit, so I expose my diamondsOn 3rd Coast we be shining, now you see how we grinding[C-Note]Now close ya mouth cause it’s the South, and we be balling (down here)We chop on blades sporting fades, got screens falling (down here)20’s crawling niggaz balling, but we ain’t stalling (down here)Spending G’s up in the mall, and we shot calling (down here)We got them boys, putting diamonds in they face (down here)We got them boys, that be spraying boys like mace (down here)We got them boys, that be pulling them stunts (down here)We got them boys, that be popping them trunks (down here)We pulling out, in them Lexus and Hummers (down here)We got the bang, to make ya knock like thunder (down here)We got the shit, that’ll make you wonder (down here)Man I wonder, what they’ll drop next summer (down here)Every year, you should meet me at the Kappa (down here)Don’t worry bout me, I’m C-Note I’m a rapper (down here)We Botany Boys, we like to drop em in the sunny (down here)It might sound funny, but we make’s a lot of money (down here)We got it made, (got it made)I got it made, cause I chop’s on blades[Hook][C-Note]Down South, we be doing this shitI know you heard, down South we be screwing this shitNow bump ya jam in your car, this for you in your bitchAnd we done thought of many ways to get paid, now we richWill-Lean and D-Red, they in the ExpeditionsGot that Henn and the 3rd, and the Scurge on a missionAnd the Duke got the glock, by his rock come up missingAnd when you see me everytime, I’m in the newest editionSome’ing serious, when I pull up with the showroom shineSo much ice up in my Roley, that I can’t tell timeAnd I ain’t worried bout no hoes, cause they on the lineAnd you may have a lot of cars in your yard, but they not like mineI’m trying to stack a million dollars, and put half on my houseI’m trying to stack a million dollars, and put half in my mouthI’m just a young ag’d nigga, putting it down for the SouthAnd if this shit jump fast, spit fifty rhymes and I’m outI got it made, (I got it made)I got it made, cause I chop’s on blades[Hook][C-Note]By now, you prolly thinking what they fuck is the bladesWell describe it like Jay-Z, my rims be spinning like wavesWhen I mash up on the scene, they be looking like hayGirls be screaming out my name, saying you make my daySouthside how we ride, in them EscaladesThe Range Rover Navigators, never seems to amazeEverybody in the world, who be stacking them dollarsThrowing twenty inch blades, up on the Impala(*talking*)Got it made nigga, I got it made niggaI got it made nigga, I chop’s on blades niggaUh I’m off the hook nigga, nigga nigga nigga whatNigga who what what what, worldwideSouthside, Northside, Eastside, WestsideIn your eye, I got it made (got it made)I got it made, cause I chop’s on blades