[Intro Pimp C]
Uh, hol' up
For all them n***as out there ridin' candy
Know what I'm talkin' about?
Blowin' on somethin' sweet
Goin' down
Hol' up
Check it

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
Ain't nobody trippin' cause the money already made
The '90s was for jackin', 2000 for the ballers
The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala
If you sellin' big ki's, keep pushin', my n***a
Polo horses on my bed, fuck Hilfiger
I'm Pimp C, bitch, in the ghetto I'm a star
I made this for the n***as tryna chop in they cars

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Now, when I turn my knock up, and bangin' yo' block up
Without pickin' my Glock up: I'm raisin' my stock up
I got haters on lock-up where they slangin' rock up
And bangin' Makaveli 7, crankin' my 'Pac up
Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back cappin'
In a black 'Lac mackin' wit' a bop in a fade
Boy, we fat stack packin', steady choppin' on blades

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
It's time to hit the slab, the Benz sittin' low
I'm puffin' on the 'dro, I got the pistol in the do'
I pulled up in my ride, these hoes lookin' hot
If she get up on my leather then her panties gon' drop
I just can't stop, bleedin' my block
Got some prime cut cot, I mean some private-ass stock
They put it in they mouth and never say no
Some nut-suckin' hoes, I mean some dick-suckin' pros
That like to get exposed, and play with they nose
And bend they pussy over for my n***a and touch they toes
She do that shit for daddy, but them tricks gotta pay
Just like E-40: pimpin' in a major way
It's all for the money
She tryna stay paid
She steady breakin' n***as on them shiny-ass thangs
I'm deep up in the street
I'm tryin' to fill my nuts
And later on I'mma try to skeet it on her butt
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades

[Verse 4: Bun B]
Say, n***a, I keeps my rims clean
Shinin through a dim scene
Got yo' bitch' pussy wetter than the captain of the swim team
Steppin' out the Caddy, bitch, I'm fresher than Dentyne
Slicker than Crisco, sweeter than Nabisco
From Philly to 'Frisco where the Don be a Sisqo
You better get some Blades if you still ridin' this, ho
Boys puttin' Swangers on Benzes, it gotta stop
If you finna ride foreign, then, n***a, you gotta chop
And Southern n***as still got the nerve to ride D's
I ain't hatin' on Daytons, but it's 2000, n***a please
It's all about the candy paint, it's all about the Vogues, man
It's all about the slab, baby, it's all about the hoes
Got some cons and some pros: some real and some fraud
Hated on by a n***a, hated on by a broad
So long as J's sell, and them boppin' hoes slut
I'll be ridin' chromin' blades, steady choppin' hoes up
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Ugh... I wanna chop blades

[Outro: Bun B]
Yeah, dedicated to boys choppin' on chromin' thangs
Damn blades, know what I'm sayin'?
Boys choppin' in the tre
Choppin' in that 4th
Choppin' in the 5th
Acres Home
Southside MLK
Southwest Spice West
Club Creek
Boys choppin' on blades in P.A
Up and down Gulf Way
On the Westside
Eastside
Boys choppin' in D-town
In that Oakcliff
In that North Dallas
Boys choppin' all over this damn South
Boys even be choppin' up in New York
Know what I'm sayin'? And that L.A