Karate Chop Lyrics - Casino

You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story 

You know what I'm saying? 

Slang a bunch of narcotics 

Pull up in the new 'rrari 

Livin' like John Gotti 

Choppin' bricks like karate 

Drink a bunch of codeine 

Serve it to the dope fiends 

Blowin' money, stay clean 

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean 

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Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck 

Got a young bitch pulling up in a 'Vette 

Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex 

Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check 

Picture nigga getting money, nigga get back 

Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack 

You can hit a nigga line, order what you want 

I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk 

50, 000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge 

Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup 

Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a k 

I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday 

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Slang a bunch of narcotics 

Pull up in the new 'rrari 

Livin' like John Gotti 

Choppin' bricks like karate 

Drink a bunch of codeine 

Serve it to the dope fiends 

Blowin' money, stay clean 

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean 

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider 

Young nigga play with ki's, like a type writer 

Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol 

I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible 

In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle 

Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya 

Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's 

We was grinding up from two and a baby 

Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl 

Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup 

Send it over from New Mexico & Let me Work 

I can get 36 for a clean shirt 

Slang a bunch of narcotics 

Pull up in the new 'rrari 

Livin' like John Gotti 

Choppin' bricks like karate 

Drink a bunch of codeine 

Serve it to the dope fiends 

Blowin' money, stay clean 

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean 

Pull up, serve you in my Rari' 

Money like Im Frank Matthews 

Killers around me like I'm Gotti 

If I tricked you, know Im sorry 

I be fresh dont need no stylist 

I be geeking on them mollies 

Sell remix dont sell no cleans 

My hand like a triple beam 

I got workers like machine 

All I do is sell dreams 

Half my niggas serve fiends 

I get up and then I lean 

Slang a bunch of narcotics 

Pull up in the new 'rrari 

Livin' like John Gotti 

Choppin' bricks like karate 

Drink a bunch of codeine 

Serve it to the dope fiends 

Blowin' money, stay clean 

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean