Lyrics:
black funeral dressed up
Yayo in the cut with the TEC up
We get it poppin', my strap have 'em floppin' like LeBron
Teflon don, rollie on my arm,
stoppin',
A-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn poppin' --
Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind,
There was a feller there, a mechanic
or apathy
I forgot these lessons taught to me.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hey I don't know, I don't care.
Therapy is extremely expensive.
Poppin
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that
You know she been flirting while your working
Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Poppin' that pussy
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When
leave
Get kissed on your cheek then your meant to die
Cuz when the gun start poppin and my temperature rise
You know my style, twenty niggas with forty
and scanned
Niggas cannot stop, knocking that big Pac,
Banging that big punch, poppin' my big gun quick
Run, duck as soon as the gun bust
Forget where I'm
doin the poppin
And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin
S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood
Bad move that's bad news
How many times
times outta ten it's on and poppin'
Ain't no stopping victory's in the air
Bring a friend next time let's do it again
Bring your whole crew if you see
always poppin' some wine
And then she told me Cam, I got a rock on my mind
[Chorus: x2]
It feels good when you love em'
And they lovin you back
on how real niggaz ride my dick
It's like a serum, I just can't hear em
All them new niggaz poppin new shit, I never fear em
As we proceed
To give
Cleveland
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it
nigga, recognize the bloody clothes
Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
I carry 4's in my side pocket
While yours cock a nigga mind poppin'
Walk
hot at you
They droppin you, two years ago we was poppin you
You was talkin shit about nobody stoppin you
I told the lil' homey a long time ago
If
hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket; let's go shoppin'
Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin'
Fuck the V.I.P. section
I'm bout to hit
playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool
With cats in drop 'vettes in mobs and old schools
We rob them old fools, won't you
and loudly start poppin back
Round the way, niggaz called me bobby bouchete
Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to jay
How y'all gon' stick me
down, its baskin' an dried out,
sparks poppin' from the ground it's comin' out my mouth,
b**** don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it,
or stay
Cleveland
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it
Nobody in the projects gave a fuck
Ain't no good, it's all badluck
Shucks, shoppin' poppin' back up on all the scene
From the George Down, PJ's, Cali
Rock Box
Multiplatinum, waxin' 'em while I'm maxin' 'em
"Who's House?" God's House, so chill while I'm taxin' 'em
Rappers poppin' mad smack, about
shoppin' poppin'
Back up on all the scene, from the George Down, PJ's, Cali or projects
And the Cabrini Greens, my niggas get wild on they ass
We like
be on it yearly ain't no poppin' the trunk
But if I, pop the trunk its to hear your rag
Shit just wipe down my windows,on the side of my jag
Must
like me to take you shoppin
Take u to the crib and sex u nonstop and
Bone thugs top droppin
Vip with the bottles poppin
So clean we gotta take
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