Man, what you think about that Chopper cat, bruh?That little dude, that be owl.Yeah, yeah, yeah, ***, what the *** is an owl anyway?Ain't nobody talk about the West Bank in like ten years, he the first one.What the *** is a Wild West bigoted anyway?I wish somebody let me know.The nigga be talking about some crazy ***.What the *** he talking about?He said his name like 300 times in one ***ing song.Chopper's owl, Chopper, Chopper, Chopper's owl.What is that?He ain't saying nothing.All I know is his name.I know it real well.I don't even know his face.What the *** does-Just because I got me a dealDoesn't mean I got a big headCan't hook up with my people and chillI'ma rap until I'm blue in the faceTo keep my money and my fans understandI'ma do what it takesI never would speakEverything I'm spittin' is realI was hungry, I was hustlin'So I'm gettin' the dealFlippin' my skillsFlippin' the skillsWhatever it takesI'll put a hater in the dunkAnd kick a person's waistYeah, I learned that from KimWhen they had the street spotThey had that heat that made you fade awayLike a flea spotThey even had Lil GunzSound like grease popsAnd so much candyYou would think it was sweet shotsNow I done shows with JiggaSmoke what you hearHooked up with Ja Rule and felt some bootyHad hoes claimin' thatThey wanted to screw meI bought my moneyNow I'm out with them bitches, never do meCause I'm in this to win thisSo give me a micI'ma spin this and send thisAnd rap to you likeYeah, I'ma break them allProp a propMan, *** a nigga hatin' on topA top, come onMan, the nigga can't even rapI heard this hype man be writin' this songThen I go check out his showHe's stangin' his winky the whole showBang, bangI don't wanna see his winkyI wanna see what he talkin' aboutNiggas goin' off with a niggaBut I got 50 niggas who willin' to show y'allI ain't even talkin' about gunsLet me blow y'allI got niggas down from a railroad trip to MagnoliaAnd now these niggas gettin' in lineLike they had scoliosisAnd I was bout to fix they spineAnd all I do is spit these rhymesI don't aim at the bullseyeBut I seem to hit each timeAnd I heard that big ***That you said in your songLet a nigga make money, bitchLeave me aloneAll that hatin' and rappin' on topA top, can't get madJust because a nigga hot, you notAnd you niggas keep on sayin'But every time I see himPops at the cornerSo he givin' me dabsI wish my son could rap that wayAnd I'd write my own rhymesAche-ache-ache-ache-ache, okayMan, *** Chobba basicallyHe ain't doin' ***He ain't runnin' up off mountain ***Uh-oh, damnMan, a nigga bout to go on stageDon't let a nigga go right thereMan, I'll sneak that nigga, dogI'm a fool, yoI'm a girl with a german*** ChobbaWhat's up, man?What's happenin'?Hey, Chobba, Chobba, heyI got that lil' dance now, Chobba's aStop, stop, stop, stopWhat's up, what's up, what's up?Hey, man, you got that now?All right, all rightAll right, I'ma holla at youWhen I get off the stage, manWhen I get off the stageAll right, what's up, what's up?He was an old hoe-ass niggaMan, what's wrong with you?Oh, man, you just madCause he ***ed your girl