Chopper City Boyz, B.G. - Make 'Em Mad lyrics
B.G. [Christopher Noel Dorsey] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chopper City Boyz, B.G. - Make 'Em Mad lyrics]
Waaaaaaannnnnhhhh yeah, wazzamp (what it do)
It's the Chopper City Boyz (chop chop)
And we gon make the haters mad (make 'em mad)
Look
Now if ya out here getting cash
Poppin tags then gon and make 'em mad (make
'em mad) make 'em mad (make 'em mad)
And if ya whippin something new with some
Big ol' shoes when you be passin
Dawg, then make 'em mad (make 'em mad)
Make 'em mad my nigga, make 'em mad
(make 'em mad) i come through in the jag
Switchin lanes throwin cash (make 'em mad)
You know I make 'em mad
Man I gotta make 'em mad (make 'em mad)
Them Chopper City Boyz in the
Game got 'em mad (got 'em mad)
Yeah I pop collar, and I pop tags
I got that bentley thing
Shorty be pushin a jag
Nigga I don't stunt with it
But, I love to look good
Keep they mouth wide open when
I come through the hood
Yeah I see him watchin, I know he mad with me
But he know what's coming behind if
He try to get me
I hit the club hard, then I hit the block
Now when I pull up on the set
Them doors go up on the whip
Them big ol' loin hards sit up
Under three or four bricks now that's a 745
My diamonds blue as Cantrell
I'm notorious like BI when it
Come to the hustle
And I'm serious like TI when
I'm flexin my muscle
Bustas do what you could
Boy, I do what I want do
Snipe, snipe snipe, snipe i say, I say
Ain't no boys like them Chopper City
Boyz 'cause them Chopper City Boyz
Don't play (Okay)
Soon as I crept up on the seen
(clean) , fellas lookin jealous
Jay, Gizzle, Hakizzle, Gar, VL bruh
Then Ziggy and Lil' Steppa
Fresh out the crib shit you know what it is
I make 'em move like Ludacris
Then soon as I pull up, big truck, I ruin it
I'm doing it, pursuiting it
Wrist blue as a crowd
Haters can lose it but I'm foolish
Ain't no cooling me down
It's your whip, your chick, your money
Your house
You know it
I got it, I ain't scared to show it (yeah)
Whip sanction (uh)
Roll the carpet (that's right)
Chopper City tryna see a diamond market
(believe it)
Ride in that jag expensive fare, we floss it
(yeah) slide out that slipper
If I get it we tossing (Kizzle huh)
It's H-A-Kizzle, if the rain don't drizzle
And you know I be the sizzle
Hot as a six shooter pistol
Look, I'm on top and they hate it
Niggas made 'cause I made it
It's a award for real niggas
I know I'm nominated
I'm sick of judges faces
Constantly catching cases
I whip it in trial everytime
I ain't taking probation
I'm in another world
(world) , man I stay in that zone (zone)
I done proved to the world
(world) , that I can hold my own (own)
Now I'm back with my homies
(back) , and we ready for war (war)
Yall ain't ready for Snipe, Mike, Kizzle
And Gar (Gar) i'm in the backfield
(field) , playing the sideline (line)
In case I gotta catch a
Nigga from the blind side
I got more ice than you got songs in ya iPod
(damn)
Triple black S-five-fifty that's how I ride
Oh you thought it was funny
(funny) , critics was full of doubt (doubt)
You see how important Chopper City
Is to the south (chop chop)
I caught Wayne or Baby I might
Put a Glock in they mouth
Stop being mad 'cause ya time on
The clock done ran out
It's the Chopper City Boyz (chop chop)
And we gon make the haters mad (make 'em mad)
Look
Now if ya out here getting cash
Poppin tags then gon and make 'em mad (make
'em mad) make 'em mad (make 'em mad)
And if ya whippin something new with some
Big ol' shoes when you be passin
Dawg, then make 'em mad (make 'em mad)
Make 'em mad my nigga, make 'em mad
(make 'em mad) i come through in the jag
Switchin lanes throwin cash (make 'em mad)
You know I make 'em mad
Man I gotta make 'em mad (make 'em mad)
Them Chopper City Boyz in the
Game got 'em mad (got 'em mad)
Yeah I pop collar, and I pop tags
I got that bentley thing
Shorty be pushin a jag
Nigga I don't stunt with it
But, I love to look good
Keep they mouth wide open when
I come through the hood
Yeah I see him watchin, I know he mad with me
But he know what's coming behind if
He try to get me
I hit the club hard, then I hit the block
Now when I pull up on the set
Them doors go up on the whip
Them big ol' loin hards sit up
Under three or four bricks now that's a 745
My diamonds blue as Cantrell
I'm notorious like BI when it
Come to the hustle
And I'm serious like TI when
I'm flexin my muscle
Bustas do what you could
Boy, I do what I want do
Snipe, snipe snipe, snipe i say, I say
Ain't no boys like them Chopper City
Boyz 'cause them Chopper City Boyz
Don't play (Okay)
Soon as I crept up on the seen
(clean) , fellas lookin jealous
Jay, Gizzle, Hakizzle, Gar, VL bruh
Then Ziggy and Lil' Steppa
Fresh out the crib shit you know what it is
I make 'em move like Ludacris
Then soon as I pull up, big truck, I ruin it
I'm doing it, pursuiting it
Wrist blue as a crowd
Haters can lose it but I'm foolish
Ain't no cooling me down
It's your whip, your chick, your money
Your house
You know it
I got it, I ain't scared to show it (yeah)
Whip sanction (uh)
Roll the carpet (that's right)
Chopper City tryna see a diamond market
(believe it)
Ride in that jag expensive fare, we floss it
(yeah) slide out that slipper
If I get it we tossing (Kizzle huh)
It's H-A-Kizzle, if the rain don't drizzle
And you know I be the sizzle
Hot as a six shooter pistol
Look, I'm on top and they hate it
Niggas made 'cause I made it
It's a award for real niggas
I know I'm nominated
I'm sick of judges faces
Constantly catching cases
I whip it in trial everytime
I ain't taking probation
I'm in another world
(world) , man I stay in that zone (zone)
I done proved to the world
(world) , that I can hold my own (own)
Now I'm back with my homies
(back) , and we ready for war (war)
Yall ain't ready for Snipe, Mike, Kizzle
And Gar (Gar) i'm in the backfield
(field) , playing the sideline (line)
In case I gotta catch a
Nigga from the blind side
I got more ice than you got songs in ya iPod
(damn)
Triple black S-five-fifty that's how I ride
Oh you thought it was funny
(funny) , critics was full of doubt (doubt)
You see how important Chopper City
Is to the south (chop chop)
I caught Wayne or Baby I might
Put a Glock in they mouth
Stop being mad 'cause ya time on
The clock done ran out