B.G., Wyndi, Sniper, Gar - Let It Flow lyrics

(talking) uh oh (uh oh) , uh oh (uh oh)
What's happ'n (what's up) , ha look out
(look out) come on (come on)
Let's do this here
(let's do it baby) everybody
Throw your hands up
Come on, everybody catch the flo' (come on)
It's going down up in here
(going down up in here)
Ok, Chopper City, hot girl Wyndi

This is the club scene, where them ballas at
Chicken sweating you threatin'
Mo' getting VIP we setting
We taking care of the whole section
With liquor
Marijuana smoke in the back, where Gar be at
Big trucks on 22's, loud sounds with screens
Who up in there
That got them chickens fixing they hair
And getting naked full of Cristal


That's the lifestyle so I hit the club
With a pocket full of Lifestyles
Ooh shorty getting wild
Now put your hands in the air
While you do that dance
And let me get behind you
While you in front of my man
In front of your man chill gun on my waist
With a blunt in my hand
We spending a grand on Bubbly
Round for round
That's how the Chopper City mob, get down
Hydro in the bottle, with the yellow wrapper
And you playas better, hold your broads
Cause these boys, will snatch her
Party's gon be bumping
Playas gon be stomping
Get your ass on the dance floor
And let Moet, and Cristal flow

I know you know of me, Sniper playa baby
I hold it down full of Mo' and Crown
It make the kid move
Quick, too much Vodka make me nervous bad
I'm popping bottles every hour
Making Erkles mad i left the scene
Swerved past in a purple Jag
You heard of trap
Ladies love me you perverted fags
I rock the house like it's church
Yeah I love the Lord play with my team
Chopper City it's gon be murder
Mass you heard me
Know you love the way that gangstas play it
We drank and blazing
Till ancient ages, this ain't for babies
So ease your nerves
Play your girl like she easing surf
Cause chill what's beneath my shirt
Have you bleeding syrup
I ain't tripping if you need that work
Sniper pull up in a Viper
With a rifle, that'll mean your smirk
Flows make my people lean, and twerk
I hit the track and beat it
Up like Ike and Tina Turner
It's Chopper City man

Now y'all already know, Uptown in here
I got my seventeen rounds in ya
We blowing pounds in ya
And you know, where I'm found in here
Last week they had a body, left found in here
And with the drank getting smoked
The bottles is popping
We ain't even make it to the party
And girls jocking
It's Hakizzle, you know the name girl
Just write your number down
And I'll give you a ring girl
I don't mean, to snatch your chicks playa
But the bar need chips playa
Look at my wrist playa
The hood call me, Young Neno
Cause, I'm quick to snatch your senorita
Or hit the block with a kilo
Calm down homeboy, you messing up my groove
Yeah iight you smoking, give me a Kool
We stunt round year, ride in convertibles
Them Chopper City dudes'll murder you
Holla back Kizzle

Me and my click at the scene
Straight tearing it down
Ball till we fall, believe we laying it down
The party off the hook
When Chopper City arrive
Thugging popping bottles, until the sun rise
It's going down, it's going dizzle
It's going diggity we from Uptown
Off the hizzle off the higgity
I know you feeling me fa shiggity
Baby Gizzle
Baby Geezie, Baby Gangsta popping pistols
I'll flip you
Straight switch you four nickel
With me, I won't miss you I got the pistol
Hoes jocking niggas hating, can't take us
Can't fade us, we ball just like the Lakers
I'm off the hinges
Off the chain respect the game
The number one Hot Boy, ain't nothing changed
I'm thugged out getting twisted, bucking hard
Tearing the roof off, the party jumping hard

(talking) now there you have it
It's Chopper City's finest
You heard me, T smooth on the track
(you gotta let it flow, let it flow
You gotta let it flow)