Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay & Glasses Malone) - Lupe Fiasco

Niggas better see a nigga roll Starched down & I'm rollin' on 84's. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. I'm a Swang, I'm a Swang the slab, lean to the left Pop my trunk & show what I'm about so Houston, Texas gotta be felt I'm a vet, so it's automatic when I be swingin' my wide frame .44's to 24's I'm subject to glide mayne Like a pimp without the look but still so fly when I slide mayne Plus I'm lethal fully loaded, ain't no takin' my ride mayne We gangsta & it ain't too much you can do to stop us Don't try to knock us 'cause these bounters got boppers tryin' to jock us We the best at what we gon' be & these haters know it So haters hate us to death & I know 'cause these haters show it I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin' And for them jackers thinkin' fly, just picture what I be holdin' Them hollow points will make you picture just how fast they'll be foldin' A few of them will have you leakin' 'til your dead or your swollen But still I ride like the law, floatin' above everything I'm Screwed Up Click until it's over, nigga fresh off the chain, peep the slang. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. I'm a Swang & a Swang & I Swang to the left Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back Bring Screw back, matter fact, bring the whole crew back Only God can do that so I'm a leave it alone Movin' on, groovin' to this soothin' song I'm cruisin' along, still got a Screw tape on Still in the zone, wishin' Corey Blunt was home Ridin' on chrome, bangin' with my bub' lights on Ridin' home Southeast of the Astrodome I'm Fat Pat's clone, his legacy carries on His heart beat pumps through my flesh & bones Flippin' with Trae, mobbin' down MLK He's blue over gray, I'm tippin' sellin' duece today It's dub K, chiefin' on some lovely And we on the Boulevard actin' ugly, we gon'... Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang-Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. A.B.N. is my type of nature, my understanding is nothin' stacks In the back of a Lac on this glass, your finna see me struttin' Cuttin' corners on the daily basis Move fast like Kanye West samples when I be chasin' faces I'm on the tip like a waiter when I be leanin' to the left I'm roll the city through the dark with a 5th on bumpers & belts Or maybe in an Impala '67 Chevy be spinnin' Invisible set display everytime they catchin' me grinnin' Off in they face, it ain't too much that they can do to a G But try to hate me every second due to the fact who I be And it don't bother me 'cause I still be top of my game Just don't come off inside of my range I might be leavin' a stain Whether my slab or beam Niggas gon' respect that we gangsta T-shirt & Dickies plus the kicks that I lace up for you wanksta's Everyday is still the same, I be slowed loud when I bang And thanks to Screw & P A T we got 'em diggin' our slang, ha. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. Love it man, love it man, love it man, love it man.

I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl You think she my newest bitch, she my old Girl Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is Boss shit, look that up nigga, I handle biz On fire, like a candle is Niggas be dressing off the manikin Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them Camera's is Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish Friends Coulda been the President, rather be the Man instead Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' Like phone numbers Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' Like phone numbers (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million, Whaaaaaat) Trae Tha Truth] I'm in the hood [?] on this something corner Surfing Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm Polar surfing Blowing faces, I'm shittin' on them diamond Infested Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my Time is invested I'm still the king and I'm thugged out Any block any club I flood it out I ain't the one for competition I'm a blow it Out I'm going hard I don't ever plan on going Out I'm getting money, probably something you Don't know about I stunt hard, you would swear that I was Showin' out Don't tell me get 'em, I got em and I'm a Throw 'em out And back door on these hoes that I was Warning out While I'm in this machine, convert the top Tell them that the sky is the limit With a four of freaks, she got her face in My lap so deep you would think That she was hiding in it Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta Real shit boi, these niggas imposters They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and everything I want Like I got a hostage, yeh Countin' 7 digits, no wonder why the money Calling Got ya bitch panties Niagra fallin' Dollars cum like I fuck in the bank I told them I could, they tell me I can't They want me to trip when I'm d-cking the Paint I'm poppin' champagne and puffin' on dank Shining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see Me My dick hard, your bitch is easy (Boi, boi, boi)

Hey, you looking over there I got something to show you if you got the time to spare Equality's the highest and the price is very fair It's honestly the nicest thing that I have ever shared You look like the type that likes a diamond in his ear To walk around the town and be so shiny and revered Come across his boss and be so timely and prepared Look like a million dollars off of signing with the Bears I don't mean to be so deeply inside of your affairs But if I liked getting ripped off, then I'd be over there But that's why I'm over here, with that you should beware I'm only saying this because I really, really care I think it's more a temple, not a stall But no, not a religion, not at all I know it's kind of simple, and it's small But that's 'cause it's the middle of the mall If you wanna show off and just ball Or your intention is the drawers We got credentials for it all Welcome to the middle of the mall You ain't got a budget for these nuggets You can keep it Plain Jane and blow out they brains when you in public The matching ring chain gon' look insane when you untuck it They'll never know the difference, even if you let 'em touch it Now if you are a rapper or a trapper on the job It don't really matter if you get jacked, or you get robbed You can go on, let 'em have it, it's not a factor or a prob' Only thing that's gonna happen, you gon' get attacked by all the blogs Military rolling up, little boy you gon' be shot And you gon' be so attractive on the block Now, it might make you a magnet for the cops But please don't let them haters try and drag you from the top You ain't gotta be a criminal involved Know how to rap or knack for dribbling the ball Or be a prince or an emperor at all Everybody's equal in the middle of the mall We are not the center of applause But secretly the center of the cause This is where the finishers evolve In the middle of the malls Diamonds only worth what you are willing to pay A deceptive game you are killing to play Now I have diamonds, it's odd feeling this way But when they start to sparkle that star-glittering glaze It sways, takes your mind off today's Where preachers can praise AIDS as God killing the gays What a fucking phrase, never ceases to amaze But when he dies from cancer, that's God's mysterious ways Jesus saves, African sold slaves Gabriel's in Afghanistan passing out AKs It's a rage The diamond sometimes are suede's while putting 'em to the blade I have hesitations There, I've put it all on the table, I have my reservations Besides, we'll find something else useless to put our faith in You won't finish this here, we'll pick up after meditation Uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh It seems you've got the spirit of the appalled And you've got the lyrics and the draw I know some people love to hear it how you call You should join us in the middle of the mall I'm cool, man, I've got a watch already Well, excuse me

Socio, 101.5 ¡Buenos días, mi gente! Leticia, aquí, mandándoles saludos donde quiera que estén En Texas, México, Los Ángeles, hasta Colombia, Centro y Sudamérica, Miami, mi pana del Caribe, Barcelona y de regreso a Chicago Les mando besos (Mmmuah) ¡Saludos! Y que este día les traiga amor, dinero, prosperidad ¡Ay, mira no más! ¡Que sorpresa! Nuestro amigo Lupe Fiasco me dejó unas canciones para jugarles ¿Están listos? ¡Ándale, pues! ¡Aquí les va! ¡Drogas! (Yaaay) Dios es mi droga, si no a qué soy adicta Bonita chica, se encuentran de Costa Rica O tal vez Colombia y cantar sobre política Ambiente reggae, esto lucha en tono a esas mujeres Paz, paz, paz, paz sin pistolas (Pistolas) Sólo rosas, es mejor que la coca Coca, tranquilo Señorita, ven para ir a Barranquilla Besos, besos, besos, besos, besos ¿Cómo me veo? ¡Realmente bueno! Bueno, bueno Bueno, bueno Besos, besos, besos, besos, besos ¿Cómo me veo? ¡Realmente bueno! Bueno, bueno Bueno, bueno Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Dios es mi droga, si no a qué soy adicta Bonita chica, se encuentran de Costa Rica O tal vez Colombia y cantar sobre política Ambiente reggae, esto lucha en torno a las mujeres ¡Paz!