Letra de Choppin Paper Up

[Intro]
Yeah, man, you know niggas put them choppas up, we got that shit rockin' up. Pretty Boy Music, you feel me?
I’m brushing my waves in this bitch, you know. I got hella girls, man; they love when I rap, you feel me?
So like I said, this that Pretty Boy Party
We thugged out, tiny shirts, all that

[Hook]
I'm a thug; nigga, I'm a fucking thug
Catch me out in the hood choppin' paper up
You feel me?
I'm a thug; nigga, I'm a fucking thug
Catch me out in the hood choppin' paper up

[Verse 1:]
I had to play the game dirty you would never see it
Grip the scope and the Glock, let's talk Jesus
Let's talk how he played when a nigga see me
Niggas ain't like that I'mma ante-up
I'mma show the fast gain the slow bucks
In the hood niggas never gonna eat for nothing
I'mma make that rich nigga music
That pretty boy shit but he just where the roof is
Pretty young thug now them niggas going stupid
Copy my swag worldwide, let's do it
I'm the street baller bitch like the ruckus
And based God don't touch this
And this real line up
56 with them power pills
How I'm gon' eat when my nigga's dead
I'm paranoid every day nigga fuck the feds

[Hook]
I'm a thug; nigga, I'm a fucking thug
Catch me out in the hood choppin' paper up
You feel me?
I'm a thug; nigga, I'm a fucking thug
Catch me out in the hood choppin' paper up

[Verse 2:]
How you suppose to be a thug but you never do it
Late night with the strap but you never shoot it
Niggas come with the news like 10-4
Whoadie got bad vibes, what it hit for
Feel like he a sucker then I move in offense
Give me my respect or become a target
Niggas still going dumb and we drunken whoadie
Finna pop 3 pills and go hit a lick
Lil B on 5 and he talking shit
You can call me stupid but I'm dumb rich
Can't fuck with a lame or a dumb bitch
Fuck you suckers, I'm the one bitch
Flow like that, with the big strap
Down in East Oakland with the lumberjack
Me and Moses Music with the cd's
Tryin to get off a deal, pushing 5 for 3

[Interlude]
Lil B
Yeah we thuggin, nigga. What it do? Ay, what it do, man? Uh, Bay area shit, man, you feel me? World-wide shit. You feel me?
That’s how we doin' it, man. You know, I’m out here, man, campaigning 100, you feel me?
Just doing my — I, I’m raw!

[Hook:]
I'm a thug; nigga, I'm a fucking thug
Catch me out in the hood choppin' paper up
You feel me?
I'm a thug; nigga, I'm a fucking thug
Catch me out in the hood choppin' paper up