D-Gotti talking)   We Po'ed up, we showed up    and we still rolling on choppas    it ain't stoping know what im talking about   it's D-goti, wreckshop to tha grave   it's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby      (verse 1: D-Gotti)   These blades are choppin'   And these babes are boppin'   Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'   Felling my FUBU    Hollering what it do   Hitting circles throug the lot like im in a hula-hoop   Who the crew that stang these streets like bees   We the G's that be's and i'll flow from over seas   Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo   In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4   Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt   Im bout to jump down and flirt   And get up some skirts   Let the ice do the work   Put us up in the dentist   After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us   You can fuck    but your ass can't stay and drank drank   Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's    Doing the same thing we did the day before   Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's      (Chorus)   Chop-pas    Rolling in my candy red car    Roling on Chop-pas   Sippin a big daddy cup of barre   Chop-pas   I Gotta feel that Mo-yo    Crawling through these city streets   Sippin on a what straight 4   And we rollin      (Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)   Down south, We rolling nation wide   Popped up mo-yo foregin ride   Put it down for that boy Po-yo   On the low low Im a young pro   In this game I ain't lame    Rolling down on chops    Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane   Coming down freestyle, playa buck wild   Big M.O.E. is a throwed child   Im a leave lean , stack my green   Everytime you see the moe im on the codine   Im out the damn tre, a playa don't play    Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday   Choppa's, rolling on those choppa's    Cha-cha-pas      (Chorus)      (Verse 3: Noke-D)   Chop Chop, When i hit the block   I told you once before that the shit won't stop   Wreckshop to the grave trunk pop make it say hey   Hello hi hey how ya doing    Put the screw in your deck Throw up yo set,    And go on break your neck cause the 20 inchs wet   And I bet that if we sip three whole eights    Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!      (Verse 4: D-Wreck)   Wreckshop baby so playa made    Im a let the top down let the sun hit the braids   Im a bleed these blocks till my heart beat stop    Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot   D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big knots   Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop    So clean when we shop, my car never stop    Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop   D-wrezay tell me how ya feel    It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal   Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel    Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel   D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same   We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang   Some thangs never change they remain the same   P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang    rolling      (Chorus 2x)      (Big M.O.E.)   Chop chop-pas    Coming down I'm a G   Chop chop-pas   Gotta feel that M-O-E   Chop Chop-pas   Mo-yo and the Noke-D   D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo    D-Wreck let em know we aint no hoe   Rolling on Chop Chop-pas    Breaking boys off in the south    Rolling on Chop Chop-pas   Drank syrup so I don't cough   Chop Chop-pas   It's Mo-yo a young G   I gotta feel Barre Baby    Wrecking these H-Town streets   Rolling on yea      (Verse 5: Big Moe)   Chop chop chop chop chop   I keep a glock cocked   For the haters Knock knock    I do the body roc make the ass end hop    What's the damn deal Moe i'm for real   Hold the microphone showing my naked skills   Whats up Noke-D, Whats up Skip dog   Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog   Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks   Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat   Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe   Crawling down and you know a G   Letting them boys what know    Stay sipping drank   Sippin my sealed out pint   I'll beat that seal on a 4 man    just in case im a roll with Pokey   Sippin on P P-t    All cause my partna big snoop   Sippin on Drank Gal-lon    Boys can't drank more than Moe   Drank Baby   Boys talking bout they the barre baby   I've been saying this shit since long ago   Out my momma womb I sipped a 4   Its Big Moe, Mo-yo      (Talking)   Know what I'm saying   Stay sipping