Karate Chop (Remix) (Clean Version)

You know, this just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story You know what I'm saying? Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'Rari Livin' like John Gotti Choppin' bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serve it to the dope fiends Blowin' money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck Got a young bitch pulling up in a 'Vette Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check Picture nigga getting money, nigga get back (back) Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack (crack) You can hit a nigga line, order what you want I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk (donk) 50, 000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge (splurge) Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup) Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a k (k) I'ma take a phone call, hustle everyday (everyday) Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what) Pull up in that new 'Rari (yea) Living like John Gotti (the mob) Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine (drank) Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (free bands) Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider (spider) Young nigga play with ki's, (ki's) like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible In a 4 door Bimmer, driving with a rifle Nigga where you at, (at) nigga we go pull up on ya Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's (80's) We was grinding up from two and a baby (oh) Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl (curl) Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup Send it over from New Mexico and let me work (let's work) I can get 36 for a clean shirt (shirt) Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what) Pull up in that new 'Rari (yea) Living like John Gotti (the mob) Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine (drank) Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) (yeah) Blowing money, stay clean (free bands) Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (jean) (jean) Who bad Pop a lot of pain pills (pills) Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels (wheels) Yeah Beat that pussy up like Emmett Till Yeah Two cell phones ringin' at the same time (same time) That's your ho, (ho ho) callin' from two different phones (different phones) Tell that bitch "leave me the fuck alone!" (fuck alone!) See, you fuck her wrong, (fuck her wrong) and I fuck her long (fuck her long) I got a love-hate relationship with Molly (Molly) I'd rather pop an ollie, (ollie) and my dick is a trolly Boy, I'll bury you like Halle (Halle) And these hoes say I'm blind 'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind (bump and grind) Man I just received a package (package) Them other niggas taxin' (taxin') And my pockets so fat, (fat) I'm startin' to feel contractions And my cousin went to jail for them chickens And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin' Cut him off like karate! (like karate!) Pull up, serve you in my Rari' Money like I'm Frank Matthews Killers around me like I'm Gotti If I tricked you, know I'm sorry I be fresh don't need no stylist I be geekin' on them mollies Sell remix don't sell no cleans My hand like a triple beam I got workers like machine All I do is sell dreams Half my niggas serve fiends I get up and then I lean Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what) Pull up in that new 'Rari (yea) Living like John Gotti (the mob) Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (drank) Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (free bands) Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Who bad, who bad, who bad