Lyrics:
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Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my dark-haired girl?
Well have seen my green eyed son?
He shot a man down with a sawed off gun
And they
pop his head tonight (pop), we gon' knock him off tonight (pop)
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Ohh-ohh-ohh
Champagne pop
Gun get pop
Head top pop
Head-shot pop
Council pop
Scoundrel pop pop pop pop
Champagne pop
Gun get pop
Head top pop
Head-shot pop
talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama
saloon
Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon's Bible
Rocky had come, equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His
a man I've grown to hate?
And I can drive you by where I learned to curse
He's got his creased dress whites in an all black hearse
Why's the green more
the can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
stand up a Preemee?
Nuh Doc in a criss Lamborghini (zagga)
Pop off and say, "Rass, car key me"
Him say, "Oh God"
Me no response Beenie, valuables, gi'
on feet, survivin off the land money and
Gun in hand, operation quicksand
Aint tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand
I had to bless the head
Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I gotta, pop, pop
what's the good word
He said Abraham Lincoln Lone Ranger Mickey Mouse and I'm sold out of flagpoles
I popped the top off a soda pop laid a quarter
Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I gotta, pop, pop
Man on TV got a gun
Man on CD got a gun
I'm gonna get me a gun
Gonna be someone
I'm gonna be a man
Shoot 'em one by one
When I get my gun
You know
watch di wey mi stick yuh
Welcome! Tek di dick yuh friend a wait fi yuh
Hold on deh, yuh man vex? Vegetate di bwoy
Shoot what? See, my gun will evaporate
watch di wey mi stick yuh
Welcome! Tek di dick yuh friend a wait fi yuh
Hold on deh, yuh man vex? Vegetate di bwoy
Shoot what? See, my gun will evaporate
it
I wanna tell you 'bout it
Hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like "man that's what everybody say"
Go and pop
yuh fuck'e
Love di fuckery
All when mi lay down nobody above mi
Real one don, man signed by Bulbie
Bright bwoy, mi did affi rich, couldn't hungry
(Translation)
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop, 'til my
saloon
Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon's Bible
Rocky had come, equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His
no mans protected
To each is own, grab a gun off the shelf
Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
Cause in a warzone, the call is every
Homicide on my mind when I slide, I ain't tryna see no hearses
He ain't even died by the gun, took a fake pill, nigga died off Percs
Shawty look perfect
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
pop outta the window we roll
Let the Ripster reel up off 'em
Better of this way,
Tossed off in the coffin and bagged,
Slang on the dark side man
on them, me, boy
Scared, jungle this, them haunts the war, but not them get this
Then they wonder why, so them count the penny
Party by must skill and pop
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