Lyrics:
can't stop the hip-hop
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't stop the head nod
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't
blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop out, let it go
Shorty wanna fuck, I tell her, "Slide", make her drop it low
Say, "Why you got a extended
gettin' dollars, homie, holla if you hear me
It's one time for my comrades doin' bad locked down
Fresh out, bust the top and bounce, drop down
Can you
baby, hop up on it
Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it
Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only
Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me
throw it back, where da ass at
Hoes impressed by a matte black Hell Cat
Can't get attached, just match with a mismatch
Drop top, when I pop out, hop out
then I fuck on my side piece
Stay by myself, cuz these niggas be slimy
We gon' fold his ass, no origami
I give her the test, like Johnny
She give me
night shotgun we ride
P-O P-I-M-P-I-N
[Verse 1:]
Fire up a swisher sweet hop off in my jeep got my throwback on
On the celly phone I done bump this chick
whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They're aimin' straight at your top
No dissing, we told them to stop
Hop out on his block, oh with the stick
wish them the best
Got these big ass Ricks, and I'm stepping on they necks
This rap shit so easy 'cause that's what I'm about
Hop in the stu', drop
Making dollars with my mind
Used to wait, and now we fly
Not gonna stop until we got it
Having homies by my side
Make it bounce bounce bounce
Make
just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by
how a G play
Especially when them hoes shakin' that ass and a DJ
Hip hop had do it big give him some leway
N security stop trippin' and you niggas be
then Ian sayin' nun
Hoes come then you know that we dubbin'
Hop in a whip then we shoot through the city
We doin' the dash we breakin' the law
Niggas be
wack? Nope, never & no-no
A dancer like a go-go? Oh no
My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky like a hobo
Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster gettin
Y'knahmsayin? It's a Scarface Groove
("I'll play the 9 and you play the target")
Debutin' I'll do it for sure by comin' through
And never stoppin' hip-hop
Yo, hip-hop, started out in the heart
Uh-huh, yo
Now everybody tryin' to chart
Say what? Hip-hop started out in the heart (come on now, baby, come
and my bitch, me and my bitch
By any means do anything to keep us rich
She hops on the plane for the return trips
In and out, back and forth just to stack
leave more
I can tell by the conversation motherfuckers should see more
All them dark days when a motherfucker wanted to be more
Too many flights, baby
Tell 'em link
Drop the addy
But he no call/no show
That homie hoppin' shit
Is a big ass no no
She hop from dick
To dick
To dick
Call that bitch a pogo
cause the hate be so real when you feel animosity
Everybody gone bounce to this shit when I drop
Speed down the range with my bitch in the top
And that
(Pop it drop it lock it pop it drop it lock it)
(Pop it drop it lock it pop it drop it lock it)
(Pop it drop it lock it pop it drop it lock it)
(Pop
no
Okay I pull up and hop
Out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by
a sauce
Pan I stir ya stir ya all shake it cause I'm diesel drop hip-hop and then
Pop goes the weasel coming and running I seek a deli for my kingdom
N-A-U-G-H-T-Y, B-Y, Na-Na-Na-Nature
Not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip and fold backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick
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