Lyrics:
Written By: Darryl Hop Hill Jr.
Yeah
[CHORUS]
Pop it (Pop it),
I'm watching you, the way you drop it (Drop it)
You speed it up then you don't
dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that fo'
This how real we get deep
Hondas
(Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) My life is the shit
Whatever you want, whatever you need
I'm runnin' out of words, and all I can say is...
[Chorus]
You make me wanna put it on (lock, lock, lock)
Throw
fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie
till the sky just drop
Lock into you mind away we rock
In a rocket is the eighty seventh astronaut
Top of the soul, dove and I got in a hole
talk don't faze a hoe
I like me head slow, make it happen
Pop a pill, 'cause a bitch make it snappen
Keep doin' what you doin', bitch
Keep doin' what
dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that fo'
This how real we get deep
sock
I always kept the shotty loaded and read to pop
Days in Aurora had everything on lock
Whatever that you needed you know I had it on lock
I had that
night for you, baby (yeah)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
I want you to talk to me, baby (remix)
You's a prissy little missy,
with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit
that's how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's
and take the head off
Pick a bitch up, drop some bread off
Get my dick sucked, take the edge off
Kill that pussy, knock it dead off
Then I fled off,
nigga thought I was dreaming
She said “what you need” I said “nothing don’t stop it”
She must have known Huey how she pop lock and drop it
Ain’t no diddy
how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's over
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
Fuckin' on the pop star
Split her down the middle like a Pop Tart (ooh)
Put her on a roster
Pussy got a lock like a Rasta (ooh)
The sun came out (the
plenty dolla's
Drop it, pop it, Fendi colla's
Chart toppin', hit droppin'
Ain't no stoppin' the champane from poppin'
I'm finna bring a Grammy home
pouring shit hot one drop
And blow your spot
Do you think you can beat me
You counterfeit, and you can't handle the way
Now you want to drop a remix
go on, it's time to drop a few bombs
(Get busy, G, go on and take ?em to school)
Yeah, it's time spread the jewels
I ask you about Malcolm and you
(that ain't gangsta)
You'd call me an animal if you seen me livin' on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I walk
so Huey can pop lock and drop
Ain't finna stop headed to EMPIRE (Yuh)
Told you you'd see me at the top
My god! How many can this young man make?
Jump
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
Be-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got
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