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his pop got coughs
A cough drop ain't bad if your lungs aren't rot
And lord know's I have been a tad bit off
Cause he ain't been back since his pop got

on lock made it to the top now these niggas still tryna take it
My shit on they speakers it bop like soon as i drop they open they phones and they play it

it up)
Run it up (Run it up)
Run it up (Run it up)

Uhh
Lock in (Lock in)
Rock out (Rock out)
Hop in (Hop in)
Hop out (Hop out)
I'm bout my money fuck

stormin on you chumps like I'm thunder and lightning
Ain't no way you breakin me kid, I'm harder than nails
Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part

can't even blame her though, you know? Memories too great
Every time I'm in the city, I go make sure that she straight
Pop up unannounced and she drop

squat
We finally made it, let's pop us some bottles
I took the lead and let everyone follow
They know I'm runnin' it right to the bank
They want me

know the name
Bitch, you better read the chain
Cocaine City
Let it pop, and tell them niggas "lay down"
Cocaine City fresh out the motherlands
Spent

lock 'em
(aye) in the back seat (trippy) me I
Got the- (D-DCR will tear you down)

Rip your skull out by ya spine
You can deepthroat this Glock 9
Snort

Dogg Named Snoop

Snoop Dogg

Bones [Clean]

2001

up like Marcus Welby
This is the dopest G, that chu' will ever see
There'll never be, another me
By the grace of God, ya lovin' me
Pause, do it to em'

we living, no actin'
Got her wet in her dreams
I think she ready for action
Ain't no lock on the door
She drop the top to the floor
There ain't no

Elements

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

be lounger 

Aliens is out of townish  fuck applause 

niggas clap now with forty pounders  and forty fours 

Is it all  fair in love with war

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

pocket, then I'm got
You love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop
Now drop it (this one is)

Strictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my

a truck load of girls and some alcohol
Pop the top on another coors light
All these daisy-dukes goin' buck wild
Ooooooooh
Gonna take a backroad
Lock it down

bounds
Can't get caught by some rounds from a dirty glizzy
If they pop at my crown keep the burner blicky
Got a lock on my sound now they turn up with me

Trap Boom

Three 6 Mafia

Last 2 Walk

2008

The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the real'a
Got some killers posted up, every door fingers on trigger
Heroin is so intense, the syrup going by

dinky I Spend it 
I gotta new bag this hoe no limit Messy hoes like nats trynna stay In my business 
I'm finna pop my shit I know These niggas mad by

40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's

unexpected

So we plan a plot with an Uzi and 10 shot
Buck 'em till they all drop, circle round the block
Let 'em have it as soon as they come out
Unload

gave me spinning top
Cause she got wap wap wap wap
And She got that good fat love it when she drop drop
Baddie bop
Baddie bop
Baddie bop bop bop bop bop

(What, what, what, wh)
If you, if you love me, better say that, too much hoes up by my side
I'm gon' drop these hoe trick bitches if you really down

Speaking bout a dream is a destination
It can only be achieved with some dedication
Ain't it funny how your team is a tiny drop
When you top theres

Them mean mi naan voice fi Russian, yeah
Yo Tarik you hear the pussy them?

Me and the toll alone a lock the road
Lyrics by the factory load
Who

he got fame

pop lock and drop it this not my hobby
keep it moving now we're bouncing
whole lot of fun but to me it's not a party
click the sticks I

Turn Around (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

Flo Rida

Turn Around (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

be jealous anyway
On stage I wanna be amazed
Pop that, drop that, it's your birthday
Top that, got stacks, work for this stage
Stop that, lock