Chopping Hard

I spit lyrics so grave, they make the dead walk And I keep my flint lit like rolling stone, so I'm about to make a bed rock Those panties will drop before her feet hit the floor And once I chop her G spot, she'll begging me for more 24 karats every time I hit the produce section Calling Jacob for the latest, and I'm snatching the whole collection So make your selection, and make sure you hit A,B,B,A down, A,B,B,A, down, up, up You the realest with the crown, so let me fill your cup up I've always been on the real, never made no deals I'm like Jack Bauer, I count every second, and every hour And they're all coming for my power So I'll put the Shine down, and like crows chasing butterflies, they can all be devoured I hold it down for God, so don't talk no smack, I'll crank this to 1000 horse power I'm going straight outta line, and some times I have to stand alone But I always hold it down for the King and the Queen, and Smurfville is on the throne