Chop it Up Lyrics

[Dom Pachino] I rhyme like, up in another time like twilight If this is my life, you ain't paid for my beans and rice And my jeans that's nice, and the things that I've seen in life Are priceless, it's a gamble like rolling a dice In a whip with no license, three heaters, two divas And if it go down, we all lifers And when we get out, we'll be old timers And what I look like, an old rhymer? Breed soldiers like Osama, connect thoughts like a unibomber Rock armor, like they rocked Pearl Harbor [Chorus 2X: Dom Pachino] Chop it up, fiends pour blood like liquor Got war, got raw, got 'dro, got rich And drop CD's that fit the scriptures (we gonna) [Dom Pachino] I do this the greatest, I do it for haters So much ice in my chain, you would think I'm a skater 2012 Olympic travel, getting that paper Get ya bitch out my face, she's dying for me to scrape her I'm from where the Latins rock yellow like LA Lakers Making cake, I'm a color and every scoop, I'm a baker It's an art, I'm an artist, plus I'm a beast Put me on beats, put me on streets, I show you something A brick, an O of that shit, I triple something Have niggas on the block pumping, and if there's any beef I cripple sons, drive off, smile in my face like Jack Nicholson, we gonna [Chorus 2X] [Dom Pachino] Aiyo, pump that, slump that, dump that Body in the trunk, where the skunks at I'm making stacks on point like a thumbtack And this is for them niggas that ain't want that Shit, I'm rolling like a blunt where the dubs at Had to get my weight up, been on the grind and Hit the mixtapes up, created a buzz Single getting pressed up, more CREAM, more steam So I gotta stay vest up, cop me a coupe same color as the chestnut Straight off the lot, grab the bitch, and caught the best nut All in the face, her hair got messed up... Pulling off... we gonna [Chorus 2X]Dom Pachino - Chop it Up - http://motolyrics.com/dom-pachino/chop-it-up-lyrics.html