Cashis Choppen On Ya Block lyrics

uh...ya feel me... then ride....

Get back, cuddie, let me get that ,money I don't speak weak raps, like them cats, here honey, homie, u beer money, change in bresierre, money, Eye for queer dummy, u lie for fear,buddy, here, get it from me, the sip, to get scummy, no more henny for me, roset, for me honey, somebody get gullie, and dunny'll be runnen, flyen down the street, his face to feet bloody, we walk around grungy, high fashion slum G's, cops on my azz, like I blast the whole country. Baby, get it from me, if you ain't fuccen, dicc, or clit succ, she with it, it's nothing..

Hook choppen on ya blocc, non stop because hot, we bottle pop


verse 2... Lifestyle of a, plugged hood brotha, with a swag and a look, that say, I'm go do numbers, fall thru blunted, looken like who done it, but I'm staren at the crowd around, like who want it, gangsta boog, grind, with heats, by the stomach, fleet by the 100's, only beef if u want it, swing without warnen, ya'll just performing, all stay in torment, call him off tour quicc, I get in more sicc shit than kavork get, homie, u can get the business about corpses, u walken round awkward, is this malfunction, razor blade milkshakes the quiccest abortions.