[Chorus: Project Pat]

On the block we got them choppers

We got them choppers in the car we got them choppers

We got them choppers at the club we got them choppers we got

Them choppers ain't no love we got them choppers we got

Them choppers

[Verse 1: B.G.]

Look chopper totin' is my occupation

Set my, ground I'm representing in this situation

Since I was young it been all about paper chasing

It was a trauma for niggas that's player hatin'

I don't give a fuck, call it short ten years I was facing

Bitch wanted B.G. to get out but that ain't 'bout natin'

B.G. a livin' legend that represent the streets

TV's is what I'm watching while I'm in my Mercedes Jeep

I don't check bitch niggas, been splittin' niggas

I'm thuggin' with Project Pat we all rich niggas

Presidential Rolex wrapped around my wrist nigga

Nigga hope after the show I'm fucking yo bitch nigga

Act like a nigga Cash Money like to shine nigga

Pay attention, 'cause we hypnotize yo mind nigga

About my cash so I stay on the grind nigga

You wanna war look I'm ready at all times nigga

'Bout mine nigga get it right get it right

[Verse 2: Birdman]

What you say B.G. these niggas better get it right

Everybody stay in line

Niggas totin gats and breakin backs

But '98 we shine, in '99 it's nigga time

And I'm gone get mine

Niggas incarcerated doing time shouting fuck one time

Got limo tents with rollie's that gone line

Totin two nines, shots from the front and behind

Let bitch niggas know they can't take mine

I'm using my mind, 'cause I'm enhancing doing crime

And you gon' hear it in all my rhymes

I'm moving bricks to set tricks making sure

Every hoe I fuck with suck my dick

My baby momma could miss me with that bullshit

I want the money, a Rolex, a '99 Roles Royce Corniche slick

Niggas bettin' shoutin' how you luv that? These other

Niggas keep stealin' but I don't understand that

Not fucking these hoes with Project Pat

Nigga tell me how you love that, tell me how you love that

[Chorus: Project Pat]

On the block we got them choppers

We got them choppers in the car we got them choppers

We got them choppers at the club we got them choppers we got

Them choppers ain't no love we got them choppers we got

Them choppers

[Verse 3: Project Pat]

I'm yo dawg Project Pat, ghetto section A housing

Stomach pain growling got me on the prowling

Streets got me wildin' backstabbers smilin'

Now I'm catchin' checks for some hundreds and thousands

I'm housing these bitches, mane, don't try to down me

Grew up in the hood so you hoes better crown me

Get from 'round me, I'm a thug be beside me (out of state)

Some niggas wanna show love but they know they hate

Know they fake, when I touch ya dome won't be shit funny

Like Baby and B.G. I want that Cash Money

The fast money, I'm addicted to this fast life

Just like a junkie smoking crack out that glass pipe

Yo ass might as well try to jack yo momma

I never had shit, you run up and catch drama

A real nigga ya step ya die see yo ass

Rather try crack before you try me

[Chorus: Project Pat]

On the block we got them choppers

We got them choppers in the car we got them choppers

We got them choppers at the club we got them choppers we got

Them choppers ain't no love we got them choppers we got

Them choppers