ON KILL BUT STILL I PRECEED TO MAKE MY WAY TO THA BACK B'cause I HEARD THATS WHERE ALL THE HAPPENINS AT I SAID HEY DJ WON'T U PLAY THAT SONG 'cause
up in... I hate that nigga) [Chorus:] Where My niggaz at, Huh Cock that Yo Squeeze them triggas back, Huh, Pop that yo, If I gotta, I'm a Pop a nigga
shit and all that Fuck that Where my niggaz at? Huh, cock that yo Squeeze them triggas back, huh, pop that yo If I gotta, I'm a pop a nigga, lay a nigga
could be your girl lil mama be your girlfriend Please ain't party stop All I knows sixteen to pop Told ya ya'll betta act on top Been doin this since hop mo pop
't operate with no man) I like 'em shy, I like 'em bold I like 'em young, I like 'em old I like 'em smart, I like 'em dumb I like women anyway they come
need both stages Your two your two cars can't touch my four bracelets One of the most Williest niggaz from Staten Ran through Manhattan with Wally's made of satin Cherry-pop
fly with the tounge so if u feelin froggy leap Kermit you better think before you ribbit Don't be murdered over your song before add libit I pop up like
lady he's got the razor b-blades and the ch-ch-chain-ch-saw baby You b-b-blundering, bumbling, m-m-mumbling dumb dumbs yeah, here I come come, you hear
makin up stories that them little kids be buyin I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany lion I ain't gotta mention the streets on this song To get
the plan We come to parties with the possies, just to gain some fans The posse is strong, the lines are long People flocking to my shows just to hear a song
went to fresh It sound far fetched, mountain men that be rich You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song
flat out screams. Come to think of it, this song is strangely complex. I doubt very much that it fits the mold for the perfect pop single, yet it works
Shoot down your mother ship and pimp smack mojo (*smack* yea!) No pro wanna go knuckle blades with the renegade Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they
in Pun Water Boy, yeah yeah yeah The levels, the levels, the levels be good? Levels is good, levels is good? Yeah You got to watch those, jokers who pop
time So why do you go thinking thoughts that are above you? You can be happy, just play dumb You can be happy, just play dumb Well I was brave and
I pop beers, reminisce with your bro You can't make it to the show And niggas make it to the jail, shed a tear When you hear the song Will you cry? (
See why we be fly Now you can hum all you want to, cum all you want to But I ain't Mase, so run all you want to Sit there, act all dumb if you want
Like I'm, facing the fact that I'm not, what my mom wanted Only gold plaque that I got, had the Qu'Ran on it I flipped your eviction notice over, wrote a song