B.G. - We Got This (2007) by B.G. (보컬) on maniadb.com

[Intro: B.G.]
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Its bout dat time, believe it
Oh yeah, we bout to do it.. its bout dat time
its bout dat time, look I went back in V.L.
with my dawg Ziggly, you heard me?
and we ??? down like real niggas exposely down, check it

[Verse 1: B.G.]
In 93 I hit the scene first album True Story
I was psyched off ghetto boys no nuts no glory
then I bounced back wit the classic Chopper City
had every nigga in new orleans rolling with me
then I shook back with that fuckin Volume One
real street niggas was respeccin how it come
then I doubled back with that fuckin Volume Two
you know the name of em it was All On U
a minute after that was Chopper City In The Ghetto
I could'a came harder i kept it a lil' mello
I went to jail came home dropped Checkmate
and made it official B.Gizzle aint fake
left Cash Money hit em upp wit Livin Legend
had to bust a move baby was doin to much reppin
now im back again aint a damn thing funny
this album number eight Life After Cash Money

(Ziggler the Wiggler talking)

[Intro - B.G.]
What?
Yeah, what's up? (What it do?)
It's the Chopper City Boyz (Chop chop)
And we going to make the haters mad (Make them mad)
Look

[Chorus - Gar & B.G.]
[Gar]
Now if you out here getting cash, popping tags
Then gon' and make them mad (Make them mad)
Make them mad (Make them mad)
And if you whipping something new
With some big old shoes when you be passing
Dog, then make them mad (Make them mad)

[B.G.]
Make them mad my nigga
Make them mad (Make them mad)
I come through in the Jag', switching lanes, throwing cash (Make them mad)
You know I make them mad, man I got to make them mad (Make them mad)
Them Chopper City Boyz in the game got them mad (Got them mad)

[Verse 1 - VL Mike]
Yeah I pop collars, and I pop tags
I got that Bentley thing, shorty be pushing a Jag'
Nigga I don't stunt with it, but I love to look good
Keep they mouth wide open when I come through the hood
Yeah I see him watching, I know he mad with me
But he know what's coming behind if he try to get me
I hit the club hard, then I hit the block
[Female] VL done copped something else
Girl you know how I rock

[Verse 2 - Gar]
Now when I pull up on the set
Them doors go up on the whip
Them big old loin hards sit up under three or four bricks
Now that's a 745, my diamonds blue as Cantrell
I'm bumping "Everyday I'm Hustlin" and they say
[Females] I can tell
Hell I, got to make them mad
And show my ass when I come through
I'm notorious like B.I. when it come to the hustle
And I'm serious like T.I. when I'm flexing my muscle
Busters do what you could, boy I do what I want do

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Sniper]
Ain't no boys like them Chopper City Boyz
Because them Chopper City Boyz don't play (Okay)
Soon as I crept up on the scene (Clean)
Fellas looking jealous
Jay, Gizzle, Hakizzle, Gar, VL bruh, then Ziggy and Lil Steppa
Fresh out the crib shit you know what it is
I make them move like Ludacris
Then soon as I pull up, big truck, I ruin it
I'm doing it, pursuing it, wrist blue as a crowd
Haters can lose it but I'm foolish ain't no cooling me down

[Verse 4 - Hakizzle]
It's your whip, your chick, your money, your house
You know it
I got it, I ain't scared to show it (Yeah)
Whip sanction (Uh)
Roll the carpet (That's right)
Chopper City trying to see a diamond market (Believe it)
Ride in that Jag' expensive fare, we floss it (Yeah)
Slide out that slipper, if I get it we tossing (Kizzle huh)
It's H-A-Kizzle, if the rain don't drizzle
And you know I be the sizzle, hot as a six shooter pistol

[Chorus]

[Verse 5 - B.G.]
Look, I'm on top and they hate it
Niggas made because I made it
It's a award for real niggas, I know I'm nominated
I'm sick of judges faces, constantly catching cases
I whip it in trial every time, I ain't taking probation
I'm in another world, man I stay in that zone
I done proved to the world, that I can hold my own
Now I'm back with my homies, and we ready for war
Y'all ain't ready for Snipe, Mike, Kizzle, and Gar
I'm in the backfield, playing the sideline
In case I got to catch a nigga from the blindside
I got more ice than you got songs in your iPod
Triple black S550, that's how I ride
Oh you thought it was funny? Critics was full of doubt
You see how important Chopper City is to the south
I catch Wayne or Baby I might put a Glock in they mouth
Stop being mad because your time on the clock done run out

[Chorus]