Choppa on Da Back Seat
Lil' Wyte feat. Project Pat Lyrics


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[Chorus 2x]
You punks better back up
I dont need no back up
You get high drunk then you cowards wanna act up
[Project Pat]
I tote a 9 with a choppa on the back seat
I tote a 9 with a choppa on the back seat
[Verse 1]
Im strapped up loose as a goose yeah im drunk
Popped some pills on the way here to deal with you punks
Get up out my grill before you end up gettin split
Ill use your head for target practice and youll end up gettin hit
You deep down in the dirty
You chirpin nervous like a birdy birdy
Did ya heard me
Dont cha worry
Let me cleverly re word it
You are in my world and youre about to get fucked up
Heres my Cingular use it quick and call your backup up
By the time they get here you'll be bleedin and have
yo ass kicked to the ceilin
Dont you see we dont even believen 90 percent of the shit you preachin
So sucka back up shoulda neva decided to act up
On a regular day i have enough haters to fill up the
back of a mac truck bitch

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
Creepin down the slab
Peter piper had to pack
A perpatratin pistol playin pussy lackin all respect
For the game and ev'ry one around so we broke his neck
Claim killa but for real i sent the real killas a check
Yeah thats right i sent some change to the ones who did the dirt
I woulda got em but the day they got em my ass had to work
I was outta town after a show countin up my cheese
Gotta phone call from onion talkin bout i need a g
He said i got heavy D tied up on the couch
Face down with a rifle wound bleedin out his mouth
I asked was he dead
He said naw but i cant keep him here long
Why you want me to kill him? no thanks for the info im on my way home





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Choppa on Da Back Seat" by Lil' Wyte feat. Project Pat express a message of aggression and dominance. The chorus sets the tone, with the artists confidently asserting their independence and the fact that they don't need any backup. They address their detractors, who may act tough and confrontational when under the influence of drugs or alcohol. The artists make it clear that they are armed and dangerous, carrying a 9mm handgun and a chopper (a slang term for a large firearm) in their back seat.


In the first verse, the artists describe their state of mind, stating that they are drunk and have taken pills to cope with the presence of "punks" who provoke them. They warn these individuals to back off before facing the consequences of their actions. The artist threatens to use their head as target practice and inflicts harm if necessary. They express a sense of confidence and superiority over their opponents, dismissing their words and asserting their own dominance.


The second verse takes a narrative turn, recounting a story where the artist receives a call about someone they despise being held captive. The artist contemplates whether to take revenge on this person, who supposedly lacks respect for the game and those around him. However, due to prior commitments and responsibilities, the artist decides to let someone else handle the situation. They acknowledge the information given to them and express their intention to deal with it upon returning home.


Overall, "Choppa on Da Back Seat" showcases a tough and confrontational attitude, with the artists asserting their dominance and willingness to defend themselves against those who disrespect or challenge them.


Line by Line Meaning

You punks better back up
I advise you cowards to step back


I dont need no back up
I can handle this on my own


You get high drunk then you cowards wanna act up
When you're intoxicated, you suddenly become brave


I tote a 9 with a choppa on the back seat
I carry a firearm and a heavy weapon in my car


Im strapped up loose as a goose yeah im drunk
I am heavily armed and intoxicated


Popped some pills on the way here to deal with you punks
I took drugs to prepare for confronting you cowards


Get up out my grill before you end up gettin split
Leave me alone before you get physically harmed


Ill use your head for target practice and youll end up gettin hit
I will use your head as a target and inflict harm upon you


You deep down in the dirty
You are involved in shady activities


You chirpin nervous like a birdy birdy
You are anxious and frightened like a small bird


Did ya heard me
Did you understand me


Dont cha worry
Don't worry


Let me cleverly re word it
Allow me to express it in a more clever way


You are in my world and youre about to get fucked up
You have entered my territory and are about to face serious consequences


Heres my Cingular use it quick and call your backup up
Here's my phone, use it quickly to call for reinforcements


By the time they get here you'll be bleedin and have
By the time they arrive, you will be injured and


yo ass kicked to the ceilin
Your buttocks will be severely beaten


Dont you see we dont even believen 90 percent of the shit you preachin
Can't you see we don't believe 90 percent of the nonsense you're spewing


So sucka back up shoulda neva decided to act up
So coward, retract your actions which were a mistake


On a regular day i have enough haters to fill up the
On a normal day, I have a sufficient number of enemies to fill


back of a mac truck bitch
the back of a large truck, you bitch


Creepin down the slab
Moving stealthily down the street


Peter piper had to pack
I had to carry a firearm


A perpatratin pistol playin pussy lackin all respect
Someone pretending to be tough, but lacking respect


For the game and ev'ry one around so we broke his neck
For disrespecting the game and everyone involved, we ended his life


Claim killa but for real i sent the real killas a check
Claiming to be a killer, but in reality, I paid real killers


Yeah thats right i sent some change to the ones who did the dirt
Yes, that's correct, I sent money to the individuals who carried out the violent act


I woulda got em but the day they got em my ass had to work
I would have taken care of them, but unfortunately, I had work on the day they were dealt with


I was outta town after a show countin up my cheese
I was out of town, after a performance, counting my money


Gotta phone call from onion talkin bout i need a g
I received a phone call from my informant, discussing the need for a gangster


He said i got heavy D tied up on the couch
He informed me that he had Heavy D restrained on the couch


Face down with a rifle wound bleedin out his mouth
Heavy D was lying face down, bleeding from a gunshot wound in his mouth


I asked was he dead
I inquired if he was deceased


He said naw but i cant keep him here long
He responded that he was still alive, but couldn't keep him there for much longer


Why you want me to kill him? no thanks for the info im on my way home
Why do you want me to kill him? No, thanks for the information, I'm heading home




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