Lyrics:
Two knocks ,Wit boot tops
Im on the roof top
Droppin more lead then a terrorist in jewel shop
(Verse 1)
Two cops
Ride by
Loose lock
High sign
Whip
you got
No clothes, no clothes, no clothes
He like the way I rock my hips, see that? (When you rockin' your hips)
Pop, lock, and drop it, I see
men in the town, niggas is their's
Fluck niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggas
Come up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it's business
You in this?
I hit the step when I walk
Hit the money dance when I talk She make it pop lock and drop
She toot it up for that guap
I hit the step when I walk I
hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
Standin'
the slop
I keep it hip hop for ya'll, we don't stop
Got ladies by the flock, no safety on the glock
Stop, look and listen when the semi auto's pop, your
They Wanna lock me down, I like pain
And kick me to the ground, I like pain
And hand cuff me now, I like pain
What, I like pain what, I like pain
it
Picked up great game from my pops
Check my wrist game freeze rocks in my watch
My buss down? my shit lock
Bitch tryna suck my team ?
You ain’t
know you get it too
Lock it in we make a move
I'm still handy with the tool
Before I drop or lose
I abide by the rules
Pop a opp an then I move
Try
miyaki and
My fly Versace loafers, nigga wait
Drop them hunndit's
And Tony pop that perfect
I Jump in the drop murk
It while bumping the locks, porsche
to
Pop pop pop pop pop pop
Pop pop pop
Stop drop and roll
Count up like 10 thousand on the low
I do not wanna stop Imma go (On go)
You hoes is deadflies
(featuring Daddy T, Lil' Chris & Ludacris)
[Intro: Ludacris]
Ha ha yeah uh uh uh uh Ludacris, Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz drop it
[Chorus: Lil'
(featuring Daddy T, Lil' Chris & Ludacris)
[Intro: Ludacris]
Ha ha yeah uh uh uh uh Ludacris, Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz drop it
[Chorus: Lil'
me
Pop wit me, extra clip wit me, 50 shots wit me
Cause niggaz wanna get at me, haterz hop wit me
Fuck it I'll treat ya like PAC and diss ya all
Black card
Black card, black card, drive it for me like a NASCAR
Dumb ops, drop top, pull up on you let it pop out
Got all these zeroes in my
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart
When you by chance
Go
fame
I'm committed to myself nigga, so I can't change
She wanna pop it, lock it, drop it
I'm so up, baby stop it
Tinted windows ridin' 'round
We could go shot for shot
Then make that booty pop pop
Sucking so good
She goin make my knees lock
You goin fuck me girl or not
"Ooh he really hot"
Speeding by the Popeye's inna left lane
Popped an addy now there’s no such thing as resting
Pop out in new fits got kicks like Messi
Told that bitch
brothers
It ain't about numbers, cause we at the top
It's only a matter of time till we pop
Pop, drop, lock, I duck and roll
When I make the music, do it
work what you want i be taxing uh)
There go a opp trying drop 10 Spin on his block trying work tryin clock in
Ran out of gas pop a perc tryin lock in
Help on the way
I got this shit
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin' on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
I got the game on lock
It
Quentin on lock
But I two'd up that ghost
I stack two floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach
I be fight seats by that rope
Lately so sick I could
Walk in, pop my shit
Put it in the bowl and I'm a lock my wrist
Can't stop this shit
Name another nigga keep it hot like this
Let me talk my shit
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