*featuring Val Young
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[Chorus: 1x]
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[Val Young]
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Choppin up that paper (with you) I do it for you
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You know you got me lovin you
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Choppin up that paper (with you) I do
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You got me love-in youuuuuu
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[Verse 1:]
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[AK]
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Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury
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No matter me, I'm a trustin G
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Says shell never see, shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride
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Wit me?
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Now happy here and there aint now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps
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But you others always want some and tell me true or false
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I know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too
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Monkey see, monkey will do, feel me and I'll feel you
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We can ride in the backseat drunk type all night
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Sun up til the moonlight, true dat (true dat), baby but you knew dat
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First you gotta understand (uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dollars
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And boys out of grown men, from Chi to Texas to Los Angeles smokin canibus
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Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in Atlanta on a burner actin
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Silly
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But lets pause back gettin back and when we call fax,
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I know you cant see it, but I'm all that
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You got the video of me and Twista ridin in the Benz/Lac
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But tell me can you fade back?
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Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L, double a-c always
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[Chorus 1X]
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[Verse 2]
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[AK]
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Women love my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry
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Point the finger if you know its me, so flow when the lights on
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Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone
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Dead wrong, if you think that I, am on the paper chase cause you seent that I
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Kick it on the Sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin Hene spead your love
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And show love and not pro-long
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And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and thighs lips
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And I
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Seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and G stacks
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But remember when we packed, Tennessee dont need that
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But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many hoes you can go
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Through
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I aint hatin cause she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and
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Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really wanna ride on the side
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And chop it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get high
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Wit me
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Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L double a-c always
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[Chorus 1x]
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[Verse 3:]
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[AK]
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Now identify who it was that labeled me, systamatic its a habit, situation
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When I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a blunt I did,
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So why you actin (?) we gettin crunk and did,
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Run around givin G shot, party til the beat stop, divin in the pool and the
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Rules, oh they all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and take a puff
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To the head til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, Chrystille, now you lady
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Wanna do it again
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To an end, in a couple (?)
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Less than Jeeps then Bentleys, VIP and the whole 9
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We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin
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Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L, double a-c always
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[Chorus 2x]
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[fade out]
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Choppin Up That Paper
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| Do Or Die |
