[Intro] 

[In a little kids voice] 

Uncle Pimp and G 

[G] What's up 

Could you read us a hoodtime story please? 

[G]Y'all all in the trap 

Yep 

[G]Ok, ok...Here we go 



[Verse 1: Big Pimp] 

Once upon a time not long ago, lived two cousins that was broke 

With no money in their pocket, they result to sellin' dope 

Movin' everythang from regular weed, crack-cocaine, and 'dro 

Didn't want the MPD's to catch 'em so they kept it on the low 

Bought another and another, broke bread with each other 

Sell that butter in the hood and give the rest to their mother 

Other brothers wanna flex, then that simp is gettin' fucked up 

Call him Gangsta, oh and you may call me Silky Pimp Cutta 

Hustle like a mother... gul hand filled with clusters 

Alabama on my back, best believe I got the muscle 

Crank the 'Lac we gotta roll, they stole the rims up off the Nova 

Comin' back from Texas, undercovers tryin' to pull us over 

Ridin' up the block doin' eighty-three (eighty-three) 

I bet it was some motherfucker hatin' on me (hatin' on me) 

Dave the Dope King, supplyin' all the flow 

Went to court last week and snitched on all his folk 



[Chorus x2: chops and splices with variations throughout the chorus] 

Choppin' down the block bitch 

Choppin' down the block bitch 

Choppin' down the block bitch 

Choppin' down the block bitch 



[Verse 2: Mr. G-stacka] 

Let me take you back to when the Pimp & Gangasta +Hit Da Flo+ 

You knew the South was finna blow when Pimp & Gangsta hit the do' 

Nothin' but the southern slang, you hear it every time we spoke 

Now niggaz hollerin' "Here we is", throughout the east and west coast 

Represent the Gump, let 'em know that Bama got flow 

Put it on the map, make 'em adapt to all my country folk 

Every city that we go, pack the club and rock the show 

Get respect from Gangstas, Vice Lords, Bloods, and the Locs 

In the hood they crown us both, kings over all the fakers 

Niggaz know they can't fade us, that's way them niggaz hate us 

Meanwhile we switched labels, now we with the Mob bitch 

J Prince made it able, cause we spit that hard shit 

Blackklown a hard clique, as bout as hard a clique can get 

Now that we on top, don't no niggaz wanna start shit 

The problems that I deal wit' ain't deep enough to have me stoppin' 

Hop off in the Chevy, flip-floppin' down the block choppin' 



[Chorus x2]