Lyrics:
big Ball got it poppin (that's
right)
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk
Represent
Eminem
In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round
you don't hear me now)
Girl what's poppin, think that you should hop in
Baby tell me your name 'cause
Everything about you exudes (ah,ah)
Tell you all
slappin' this song, they say I'm wrong
'Cause I be poppin' it at these hoes, fo' tears when I'm off patron
Sucker repellent cologne I put on, when I leave my
brain
A head docter, get it poppin' like Reddenbacher
Chicks call me gravel pit dick, the bed rocker
Big John Studda, motherfuck who fuck mudda
Gots
Streetlife (Shawnna)]
We drinkin' Henny til we flip, poppin' bottles til we sick
All ya'll haters eat a dick (yeah, uh)
Let's throw a party in this bitch,
Links a play and champagne poppin'
John Hype di new dance sensation we coppin'
Oh! Dat's why some fassy face grudge him
Can stop him really waan know
Fall out
S.I. (rockin' it) N.Y. (rockin' it)
Shit we stay poppin' it, 4-5 rockin' it
Game stay on top of it, lame, just the opposite
It's no
Phizzle, he yieldin that instrumental
Youse a cold-ass nigga on the track (SHO' NUFF!)
Man - I'm tired of poppin these bottles, tired of fuckin these
Ugh, what up y'all?
Yeah (Soundtrakk, what's poppin', baby?)
Y'all ain't know
I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that First
mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only shit poppin' like White Castle or the Donna
Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast
Ghetto diva in
Triggerin' that neck poppin' a nerve up in your brain
I don't even know ya
But came to show ya
That bizkit's limp when the night is over
We shake
the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs, lookin' rock and dressin' hippie
And on some dumb shit when she comes to the city
Talkin' about poppin' Glocks,
you up in 2Pac's video poppin your collar
I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin funny
If
of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy like Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones
Way
dat
Grew up around slick talkers (ah)
A pa-a poppin' con artists (what?)
Go straight to the ? and get a bad leather jacket
? bankrupt!
Boy you,
and crossin their T's, poppin their P's, and
Flexin their G's
I'd like to thank the mack god for all the playa prophets that he
Sent before me and 40 water
For
Motherfucker I'm drunk off the shit
And I'm breakin' bottles on the pavement, I'm flashin'
Nigga I'm out there bad I'm poppin in the air for nothin'
Nigga for
krystall (saxophone)
What's the ting that they's talkin' about everywhere?
Sex
When they wanna be suave 'n' debonair
Sex
What's poppin' up the most
yo
It's time to erase a face in force in fact an inferno
Rise in my eyes, these twin 9'sll make em learn though
You poppin, plottin, plannin,
from the hood
Keepin' bitches, comin' through on visits
You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished
You first time in, you known for poppin
the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only s*** poppin like White Castle or the Donna
Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast
Ghetto diva in
bug like that
Share the same blood like that, grew up around thugs poppin' and shit
Cardboard boxes of shit, dirt bikes
But now we hoppin' whips
A pa-a poppin' con artists (what?)
Go straight to the (??) and get a bad leather jacket
[unknown] bankrupt!
[E-40]
Boy you...
Like you when I was
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