Lookin' Good

What's up, ah ha, come on

Choppa Style. Jahbo, Playa Will

On the track come on

[Choppa]

Ooh girl you looking good, give lil Choppa a holla

Cause I could take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in Prada

Choppa Style came from nothing, to having some change

Now everybody's in my face, wanting to look at me strange

Now I ain't even got a Range yet, but that's alright baby

Cause I ain't got my change yet, and I ain't nice

And I ain't right, and I ain't flipping chicks

But I ain't really nothing nice, when I'm spitting hits

You feel this shit, then won't you bob your head back and forward

And if you like the way it sound, go to the store and sco' it

You see me, I'm low key, cause I got this

And Choppa style dropping nothing but some hot hits, some hot hits

I can't wait, till I'm living lavage, call me Choppa

Tim Smooth, cause I gotta have it

And this not for a career, its all for fun

And I'm not from St. Louis, but I'm number one, I'm number one

[Chorus x2: Jahbo]

Girl you looking good, come and ride with me

Hop in my 6 you looking nice, in them Prada jeans

So won't you drop it, bend it over, touch your toes for me

Bend it, make that booty wiggle wobble out for me

[Choppa]

I got your head board banging, ooh la-la-la

When I ask you who you loving, you say Chop-Chop-Chop

I'm making it hot, coming through and breaking your twat

Don't you worry bout twenty minutes, cause I ain't gonna stop

You say you wanna get served wobble, so I'm gon find you

You say you wanna hot boy, with a condo

How you like it, from the back or your legs in the air

You could ride it, you could dodge it girl, I just don't care

Cause I'ma serve it like I beat it, like I chop it like a dog

I'ma make you touch your toes, sit you down and break you off

To you fat girls, I don't discriminate on y'all

If you can break me with your wiggle, I'll do you like a dog

I want a slim, fine woman, so I could break her cousin

Cause Choppa's like Popeye's chicken, you gotta love him

The next time you think, that you won't get served proper

I got your head board banging, p.s. just love Choppa

[Chorus x2]

[Choppa]

I want a slim, fine woman, who as cute as the (what)

Never ever labeled a duck, but always quick to buck

A attitude sometimes, but not a project child

But if needed to bend some piece, she acting project style

And she walk like a model, when she up in them streets

Prada pants, Prada purse, Prada shoes on her feet

She don't hang with messy chickens, cause she say that they sad

They already know the difference, its lust they got it bad

She don't listen to, what you say bout me and them broads

She never listen from the jump, though her head is hard

If she tell me she gon leave me, so my heart ain't gon stop

I get a playa bring a mill, and my woman I'll watch

And oh, tell your baby daddy, he ain't got nothing on me

Going rounds and he gon shoot me, tell him up it and see

Oh, you wonder how she really got that mark on her chest

Ask your girl, she'll probably tell you, but that ain't nothing but mess

[Chorus x4]