to me As I considered the circumstances of my death I wanted to find a balance between joy and dignity On my way out Above all, I didn't want to take any more shit
clued Bitch I'm loose like Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug Girls you like hugs? I don't like thugs [Chorus: Pharrell (ODB)] Pop shit, bitch what's wrong? Pop shit
comin out of water Watch me slaughter Take your daughter over yo Space shit Boat across your shit Cargo shit Well Fargo got Renaldos shit Reclining chair
My gun pop, tell me why would you try that Porsche turbo, cayenne , ill buy that G5 jet , pilot, i fly that Burn good shit, get as high as i get My minds
pop bottles and we rock J's, see me reppin Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon Don't be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give
know that I don't and I won't ever stop cause you know I gotta win everyday day, goooo see they don't really wanna pop me just know that you will
filthy pop! Spin that shit Spin it till it's platinum. Huh Huh huh. Yeah yeah yeah. filthy pop Pop pop pop we're done Real filthy pop.
, Big Kane on the beat, I fuck around And leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom And pop that pussy,
the bar We pop champagne 'cause we got that dough Let me hear you say aah If you want me, say aah And we don't buy no drinks at the bar We pop champagne
clubs, Bad Boy, that's whassup After bucks, crush cruise after us No gaze, we ain't laughin' much Nothin' but big thangs, check the hit list How we twist shit
Rolls Royce is off For sure, bouncin' the bar on my next world tour When we hit the sick, I'm the cure We 'bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor
you entered in the Bad Boy zone [Mark Curry] Yo, yo, uh Who's a nigga harder than me? On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin' be Damn, Curry ain't the shit
s get the party started Far from a motherfuckin' starving artist Got something to prove Don't talk it, walk it My niggas outside on them walkie talkies Pop
.H.D. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
to answer to Jack No wonder we had this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers Pull up at the party, eight straight Hummers Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders Pop
your lane like a goal When his majesty speaks, speech defy gravity Bluetooth, nigga but I don't have any cavities Diddy got it wrapped like cocoon Pop shit
niggas pop they Cris' Cop they whip, brag about they watch and shit But watch this shit, I'mma put a stop to this I got to flip, the V's niggas pop the shit