Choppaz
Big Moe feat. D‐Gotti D-Reck & Noke D. Lyrics
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We Po'ed up, we showed up
And we still rolling on choppas
It ain't stoping know what I'm talking about
It's D-goti, wreckshop to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'
Felling my FUBU
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles throug the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets like bees
We the G's that be's and I'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt
I'm bout to jump down and flirt
And get up some skirts
Let the ice do the work
Put us up in the dentist
After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
You can fuck
But your ass can't stay and drank drank
Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's
Doing the same thing we did the day before
Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's
(Chorus)
Chop-pas
Rolling in my candy red car
Roling on Chop-pas
Sippin a big daddy cup of barre
Chop-pas
I Gotta feel that Mo-yo
Crawling through these city streets
Sippin on a what straight 4
And we rollin
(Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)
Down south, We rolling nation wide
Popped up mo-yo foregin ride
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
On the low low I'm a young pro
In this game I ain't lame
Rolling down on chops
Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane
Coming down freestyle, playa buck wild
Big M.O.E. is a throwed child
I'm a leave lean , stack my green
Everytime you see the moe I'm on the codine
I'm out the damn tre, a playa don't play
Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday
Choppa's, rolling on those choppa's
Cha-cha-pas
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Noke-D)
Chop Chop, When I hit the block
I told you once before that the shit won't stop
Wreckshop to the grave trunk pop make it say hey
Hello hi hey how ya doing
Put the screw in your deck Throw up yo set,
And go on break your neck cause the 20 inchs wet
And I bet that if we sip three whole eights
Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!
(Verse 4: D-Wreck)
Wreckshop baby so playa made
I'm a let the top down let the sun hit the braids
I'm a bleed these blocks till my heart beat stop
Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never stop
Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop
D-wrezay tell me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal
Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel
Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel
D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same
We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang
Some thangs never change they remain the same
P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang
Rolling
(Chorus 2x)
(Big M.O.E.)
Chop chop-pas
Coming down I'm a G
Chop chop-pas
Gotta feel that M-O-E
Chop Chop-pas
Mo-yo and the Noke-D
D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo
D-Wreck let em know we ain't no hoe
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Breaking boys off in the south
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Drank syrup so I don't cough
Chop Chop-pas
It's Mo-yo a young G
I gotta feel Barre Baby
Wrecking these H-Town streets
Rolling on yea
(Verse 5: Big Moe)
Chop chop chop chop chop
I keep a glock cocked
For the haters Knock knock
I do the body roc make the ass end hop
What's the damn deal Moe I'm for real
Hold the microphone showing my naked skills
What's up Noke-D, what's up Skip dog
Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know a G
Letting them boys what know
Stay sipping drank
Sippin my sealed out pint
I'll beat that seal on a 4 man
Just in case I'm a roll with Pokey
Sippin on P P-t
All cause my partna big snoop
Sippin on Drank Gal-lon
Boys can't drank more than Moe
Drank Baby
Boys talking bout they the barre baby
I've been saying this shit since long ago
Out my momma womb I sipped a 4
Its Big Moe, Mo-yo
(Talking)
Know what I'm saying
Stay sipping
The song "Choppaz" by Big Moe featuring D-Gotti Noke D & D-wreck is a Southern hip hop track that centers around their extravagant lifestyles as they ride through the streets of Houston, Texas. Throughout this song, the artists boast about their wealth, success, and their love for their souped-up cars and choppas (slang for guns). In the first verse, D-Gotti raps about how he is sipping on codeine and smoking weed while cruising around in his car. He is rolling with "big Moe" and "holding trees" while they hit the local spots attracting women with their expensive jewelry and flashy cars. The chorus emphasizes that they are "rolling on choppas" and "sipping on a 4," which highlights their obsession with firearms and liquor.
Verse two sees Big Moe taking over the mic and talking about his nationwide influence in the Southern rap scene. He talks about his love for lean and how it fuels him to write rhymes. In verse three, Noke-D raps about how they represent the Wreckshop Records label and how they are always coming up with new music despite any setbacks. The last verse is a duo by Noke-D and D-Wreck about their love of money and how they work hard to keep it coming. Overall, the song portrays the rap group as influential and feared in their community because of their love of guns and money.
Line by Line Meaning
We Po'ed up, we showed up
We poured up, we arrived
And we still rolling on choppas
And we're still riding in cars with large wheels
It ain't stoping know what I'm talking about
It's not stopping, you know what I mean
It's D-goti, wreckshop to tha grave
It's D-Gotti, dominating the game until death
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
It's happening, Mo-yo, feel this vibe
These blades are choppin'
These cars with large wheels are attracting attention
And these babes are boppin'
And these attractive women are dancing
Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'
Got a cup full of codeine-laced drink and my car's subwoofers are playing loudly
Felling my FUBU
Feeling confident and proud of my style
Hollering what it do
Shouting out greetings and asking what's up
Hitting circles throug the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Driving in circles through the parking lot like it's a game
Who the crew that stang these streets like bees
Who are the crew that dominates these streets like bees
We the G's that be's and I'll flow from over seas
We are the gangsters that exist and I'll rap even from overseas
Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo
Pass me the marijuana while I split the cigarillo
In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
In a large-bodied Benz, going about 40mph
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt
Oh, the ex-girlfriend just hurt me emotionally
I'm bout to jump down and flirt
I'm about to dance and flirt
And get up some skirts
And hook up with some women
Let the ice do the work
Let the jewelry impress others
Put us up in the dentist
Let's show off our wealth and status
After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
After we visit the clubs until they recognize us
You can fuck
You can have sex
But your ass can't stay and drank drank
But you can't stay and drink with us
Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's
Next morning we met up and ate breakfast at Frank's place
Doing the same thing we did the day before
Doing the same activities as the previous day
Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's
Dominating the scene and attracting attention from attractive women
Chop-pas
Cars with large wheels
Rolling in my candy red car
Driving in my vibrant red car
Roling on Chop-pas
Riding on cars with large wheels
Sippin a big daddy cup of barre
Drinking from a large cup of codeine-laced drink
I Gotta feel that Mo-yo
I have to experience that Mo-yo vibe
Crawling through these city streets
Driving slowly through the city streets
Sippin on a what straight 4
Drinking a strong alcoholic drink
And we rollin
And we're cruising
Down south, We rolling nation wide
In the southern region, we're dominating nationwide
Popped up mo-yo foregin ride
Driving an expensive foreign car equipped with the Mo-yo vibe
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
Representing and supporting Po-yo
On the low low I'm a young pro
Quietly, I'm a skilled professional
In this game I ain't lame
In this industry, I'm not uncool or inexperienced
Rolling down on chops
Driving on cars with large wheels
Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane
Smoking potent marijuana
Coming down freestyle, playa buck wild
Driving down freely, acting wildly like a player
Big M.O.E. is a throwed child
Big M.O.E. is a talented and unique individual
I'm a leave lean , stack my green
I'm gonna lean (in the car) and accumulate money
Everytime you see the moe I'm on the codine
Everytime you see me, I'll be under the influence of codeine
I'm out the damn tre, a playa don't play
I'm out here, a player doesn't mess around
Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday
About to impress and entertain them boys everyday
Choppa's, rolling on those choppa's
Cars with large wheels, riding on cars with large wheels
Cha-cha-pas
Cars with large wheels
When I hit the block
When I arrive in the neighborhood
I told you once before that the shit won't stop
I already told you that we won't stop
Wreckshop to the grave trunk pop make it say hey
Dominating the rap game until we die, making the car's trunk shake and attract attention
Hello hi hey how ya doing
Greetings and asking how someone is doing
Put the screw in your deck Throw up yo set
Put the DJ Screw mixtape in your music player, represent your gang
And go on break your neck cause the 20 inchs wet
And go on break your neck (turn your head with amazement) because the 20-inch rims are impressive
And I bet that if we sip three whole eights
And I bet that if we drink three ounces of codeine
Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!
Consume one or two pills of ecstasy, these women will hate on us, MAN!!!!
Wreckshop baby so playa made
Dominating the game, so confident and skilled
I'm a let the top down let the sun hit the braids
I'm going to lower the convertible top and let the sun shine on my braids
I'm a bleed these blocks till my heart beat stop
I'm going to dominate these neighborhoods until I die
Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
Keep the neighborhoods under control, because it's intense
D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big knots
D-Wreck carries guns, because we carry a lot of cash
Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop
Codeine mixed with energy drinks until I can't drink anymore
So clean when we shop, my car never stop
So clean when we go shopping, my car never stops attracting attention
Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop
The shiny candy paint on my car makes your girl change her mind
D-wrezay tell me how ya feel
D-Wreck, tell me how you're doing
It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal
It's all about the money, I want a billion dollar deal
Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel
Noke-D, tell me how you're feeling
Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel
Some people acquire money in their own way, but we acquire it in our own way
D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same
D-Wreck and Noke-D handle business in a similar way
We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang
We have sex with women and drink 40-ounce beers, because we're dominating this game
Some thangs never change they remain the same
Some things never change, they stay the same
P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang
P-A-T, E-S-G, and M-O-E will make an impact
Rolling
Cruising
Chop chop-pas
Cars with large wheels
Coming down I'm a G
Driving down, I'm a gangster
Chop chop-pas
Cars with large wheels
Gotta feel that M-O-E
Gotta experience that M-O-E vibe
Chop Chop-pas
Cars with large wheels
Mo-yo and the Noke-D
Mo-yo and Noke-D
D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo
D-Gotti is riding with Mo-yo
D-Wreck let em know we ain't no hoe
D-Wreck, let them know we're not weak
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Riding on cars with large wheels
Breaking boys off in the south
Dominating and impressing people in the southern region
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Riding on cars with large wheels
Drank syrup so I don't cough
Drinking codeine-laced drink to suppress coughing
Chop Chop-pas
Cars with large wheels
It's Mo-yo a young G
It's Mo-yo, a young gangster
I gotta feel Barre Baby
I have to experience the Barre Baby vibe
Wrecking these H-Town streets
Dominating and causing excitement in the Houston streets
Rolling on yea
Cruising, yeah
Chop chop chop chop chop
Repeating the phrase for emphasis
I keep a glock cocked
I keep a gun ready to shoot
For the haters Knock knock
To intimidate the haters
I do the body roc make the ass end hop
I dance provocatively and make the butt shake
What's the damn deal Moe I'm for real
What's the situation, Moe? I'm being genuine
Hold the microphone showing my naked skills
Hold the microphone and display my impressive rap skills
What's up Noke-D, what's up Skip dog
What's up Noke-D, what's up Skip dog
Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog
From the south side, Moe is driving a luxury car
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Dominating the streets, attracting attention from attractive women
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Mo-yo is loyal and always with me
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Support and roll with Big Moe, I've never been weak
Crawling down and you know a G
Driving slowly and coolly
Letting them boys what know
Making sure other men know
Stay sipping drank
Continuously drinking codeine-laced drink
Sippin my sealed out pint
Drinking from my sealed pint bottle
I'll beat that seal on a 4 man
I'll break the seal of a 40-ounce beer bottle
Just in case I'm a roll with Pokey
Just in case, I'll roll with Pokey
Sippin on P P-t
Drinking Promethazine with codeine
All cause my partna big snoop
All because my friend is Big Snoop
Sippin on Drank Gal-lon
Continuously drinking codeine-laced drink, a gallon
Boys can't drank more than Moe
Guys can't drink more than Moe
Drank Baby
Drinking codeine-laced drink
Boys talking bout they the barre baby
Guys claiming to be codeine drinkers
I've been saying this shit since long ago
I've been saying this for a long time
Out my momma womb I sipped a 4
Even from birth, I've been drinking a 40-ounce beer
Its Big Moe, Mo-yo
It's Big Moe, the Mo-yo vibe
Know what I'm saying
Understand what I'm saying
Stay sipping
Continuously drinking
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journeebelle !
Intro: D-Gotti]
We po'd up, we showed up
And we still rolling on choppas
It ain't stopping know what I'm talking about
It's D-Gotti, Wreck Shop to the grave
It's going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby
[Verse 1: D-Gotti]
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'
Feeling my FUBU
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles through the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets like bees
We the G's that be's and i'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees Big Moe while I split the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt
Im bout to jump down and flirt
And get up some skirts
Let the ice do the work
Put us up in the dentist
After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
You can fuck
But your ass can't stay and drank drank
Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's
Doing the same thing we did the day before
Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's
[Chorus]
Chop-pas
Rolling in my candy red car
Rolling on chop-pas
Sippin' a big daddy cup of barre
Chop-pas
I Gotta feel that Moe-yo
Crawling through these city streets
Sippin on a what straight 4
And we rollin
[Verse 2: Big M.O.E.]
Down south, we rolling nation wide
Popped up Moe-yo foreign ride
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
On the low low, I'm a young pro
In thie game I ain't lame
Rolling down on chops
Smoking on the killer Mary Jane
Coming down freestyle, playa' buck wild
Big M.O.E. is a throwed child
I'ma leave lean , stack my green
Every time you see the Moe I'm on the codeine
I'm out the damn tre, a playa' don't play
Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday
Choppas, rolling on those choppas
Cha-a-pas
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Noke-D]
Chop Chop, when I hit your block
I told you once before that the shit don't stop
Wreck shop to the grave trunk pop, make it say hey
Hello hi hey how ya doing
Put the Screw in your deck, throw up yo' set
And go break and your neck cause the 20 inches wet
And I bet that if we sip three whole eighths
Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!
[Verse 4: D-Wreck]
Wreck shop baby so playa' made
I'm a let the top down, let the sun hit the braids
I'm a bleed these blocks till' my heart beat stop
Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck tote Glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazine on the rocks till' my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never stop
Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop
D-wrezay tell me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal
Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel
Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel
D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same
We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang
Some thangs never change they remain the same
P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang
Rolling
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CHOPPAZ LYRICS
[Intro: D-Gotti]
We po'd up, we showed up
And we still rolling on choppas
It ain't stopping know what I'm talking about
It's D-Gotti, Wreck Shop to the grave
It's going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby
[Verse 1: D-Gotti]
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'
Feeling my FUBU
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles through the lot like I'm in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets like bees
We the G's that be's and i'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees Big Moe while I split the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt
Im bout to jump down and flirt
And get up some skirts
Let the ice do the work
Put us up in the dentist
After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
You can fuck
But your ass can't stay and drank drank
Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's
Doing the same thing we did the day before
Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's
[Chorus]
Chop-pas
Rolling in my candy red car
Rolling on chop-pas
Sippin' a big daddy cup of barre
Chop-pas
I Gotta feel that Moe-yo
Crawling through these city streets
Sippin on a what straight 4
And we rollin
[Verse 2: Big M.O.E.]
Down south, we rolling nation wide
Popped up Moe-yo foreign ride
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
On the low low, I'm a young pro
In thie game I ain't lame
Rolling down on chops
Smoking on the killer Mary Jane
Coming down freestyle, playa' buck wild
Big M.O.E. is a throwed child
I'ma leave lean , stack my green
Every time you see the Moe I'm on the codeine
I'm out the damn tre, a playa' don't play
Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday
Choppas, rolling on those choppas
Cha-a-pas
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Noke-D]
Chop Chop, when I hit your block
I told you once before that the shit don't stop
Wreck shop to the grave trunk pop, make it say hey
Hello hi hey how ya doing
Put the Screw in your deck, throw up yo' set
And go break and your neck cause the 20 inches wet
And I bet that if we sip three whole eighths
Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!
[Verse 4: D-Wreck]
Wreck shop baby so playa' made
I'm a let the top down, let the sun hit the braids
I'm a bleed these blocks till' my heart beat stop
Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck tote Glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazine on the rocks till' my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never stop
Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop
D-wrezay tell me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal
Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel
Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel
D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same
We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang
Some thangs never change they remain the same
P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang
Rolling
[Chorus 2x]
[Bridge: Big M.O.E.]
Chop chop-pas
Coming down I'm a G
Chop chop-pas
Gotta feel that M-O-E
Chop Chop-pas
Mo-yo and the Noke-D
D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo
D-Wreck let em know we ain't no hoe
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Breaking boys off in the south
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Drank syrup so I don't cough
Chop Chop-pas
It's Mo-yo a young G
I gotta feel Barre Baby
Wrecking these H-Town streets
Rolling on yea
[Verse 5: Big Moe]
Chop chop chop chop chop
I keep a Glock cocked
For the haters Knock knock
I do the body roc make the ass end hop
What's the damn deal Moe i'm for real
Hold the microphone showing my naked skills
Whats up Noke-D, Whats up Skip dog
Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know a G
Letting them boys what know
Stay sipping drank
Sippin my sealed out pint
I'll beat that seal on a 4 man
Just in case im a roll with Pokey
Sippin on P P-t
All cause my partna big snoop
Sippin on Drank Gal-lon
Boys can't drank more than Moe
Drank Baby
Boys talking bout they the barre baby
I've been saying this shit since long ago
Out my momma womb I sipped a 4
Its Big Moe, Mo-yo
(Talking)
Know what I'm saying
Stay sipping
SouthernGold
Moe killed that solo at the end 🔥🔥
Coldface
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Miss Texaz!
Exactly....very humble
ray spurlock
Hellya!!!#
Kennesha Hollins
Damn skippy
Blueridge4000
2020 & we still jammin ya Big MOE! #HoustonForever #Htown #TheBarBaby
J'Nita Fisher
I promise moe never gets old
L R Lavalais
NEVER
ODDZEKE
& you ain’t never lying
Barry Webster
Ya dam rite