Black Hippy - Zip That Chop That lyrics

[Black Hippy - Zip That Chop That lyrics]

(Tha Biz Tha Bizness) let 'em die
Dead black Hippy
We don't give a fuck hell nah, nigga
This conglomerate so cool, Rock
We could freeze LA, nigga
Black Hippy move in
Kendrick Lamar i tell 'em like this

Ring the alarm or wake to a bomb
You ain't a rapper, you Elton John
Holding your john
I got a ton of croutons in the Louis Vuitton
That's big bread, the chickens are flying
Flocks when I come

Paul and Masson, half-drunk, stuck in a poem
Light matches underwater while I'm
Bracing the storm
I'm cool and I'm calm, laid back
Smoking a farm
Socking the shit out of niggas


'til I'm breaking my arm

Up in my zone, two blunts, cup of Patrón
45 on me, shoot you if you fuck with me wrong
No homo, pause
That's your life and it's going flatline
If you don't put your life in the song

I never drove a fast car
I almost ran over Tracy Chapman
She said, "Drive slow" I said, "Fuck off"
Ab-Soul what's up
Y'all? Other than you're subpar
Above all? I'm a Heaven gate above all
Fucking great

And every time we in the stu'
We cook that, chop that
What's that? That's crack
Yeah, homie, this is what we do
3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch
Oww, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we
Cook that, chop that, what's that
That's crack
Yeah, homie, this is what we do
3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch!

The Black Hippys, the bag full, the bag empty
Spent it all at the car lot
Then crash quickly
I'm trying to come with enough
Power to pass Fifty
I'm talking fifty bills you niggas
Don't fit the bill

You niggas don't keep it real
You fake as Pamela's titties
I pound kitties
Then hit the club with dogs with me
Tan Polos, no socks, chopped Dickies
Tan coupe, no top, bumping Biggie

Blowing sticky, before the group
Been a hippy
Nifty-fifty, all blue, real Crippy
Big money, long stocks, ask Pippy
Mask on, one sock, I gets busy

I smoke Blacks, relax, and watch Walt Disney
Puff squares
Pace in circles until I'm dizzy
Speaking of Disney, fantasies, I had many
I used to hate on Mickey
Mouse 'cause he had Minnie

Anyway, every time we in the stu'
We cook that, chop that
What's that? That's crack
Yeah, homie, this is what we do
3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch
Oww, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we
Cook that, chop that
What's that? That's crack
Yeah, homie, this is what we do
3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch!

Ahhh, napped through my final, made enough
Richer than Lionel
Fucking bitches on my job
Coming harder than rhino
Breaking their spinal, laid back
Bumping my vinyl
Navigation on the scopes, easy to find 'em

Find you and I'm right
Behind you, laid back, puffing a blunt
Gat on my lap
Constantly talking shit I'ma dump
Your homies acting charged up
They can still get jumped take your chain
Ash the kush for all you punks

However you want, whenever you want
You all can get it
Contagious, it's mad syphilis, blazing
It's God-giftedness
Die over death sentences, flow hot, plus
The beat knock like Jay witnesses
Tell 'em I killed the witnesses

Gifted as twenty Christmases, itching to blow
Like twenty bitches with mouths that
Need a dick in it, wow
I ran rap for half a mile, then got tired
Laid down and realized that I was lying
(You fucking crazy, man)

And every time we in the stu'
We cook that, chop that
What's that? That's crack
Yeah, homie, this is what we do
3-1-0 shit, 3-2-3, bitch
Oww, nigga, welcome to the zoo, where we
Cook that, chop that, what's that
That's crack
Yeah, homie, this is what we do
3-2-3 shit, 3-1-0, bitch!

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