And Pop They Collar i'd Probably Be A Zillionaire, Like, 'fuck Rapping And Rappers' cut The Drama, We Don't Like The Way Y'all Actin' eat, Drink And Smoke Mary
{"Put some money on it"} [Joell Ortiz] Uhh, yaowa! Put your guap up hot stuff, you not tough Let's play a game of Trouble and when I pop up It's with
plans for the future To bring back your head like Medusa Girls be actin' stink, mad funny Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly Can't stand the pain then pop
the 619 *scratches* ..oh what a.. ..oh what a.. ..oh what a night.. It's a nice night so I drop the top Hynas tripping out when my 62 rocks Pop the
, pop Pop me like a lemon drop, pop, pop Pop me like a lemon drop, pop, pop Pop me like a lemon drop, pop, pop Pop me like a lemon drop, pop, pop Pop
world on fire Say, "Fuck the world", fuck the world If I only could, I'd set the world on fire Fuck em? all, fuck em? all Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us Fuck Tom, fuck Mary
But first Let me tell you what's worse October 31st Bloody Halloweens Screams and police sirens Rapid firing my automatic pistol I pop Chris And I pop
feet Lookin for me a sqwaw to take home and freak Straight to the teepee ,things ain't changed Pack the peace pipe Before I hit that strange Pop on the
squanto to take home and freak Straight to the teepee, things ain't changed Pack the piece pipe before I hit that strange Pop on the deer buckskin
go Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say whoa! Every thing full circle, Game livin' major Girls on my hip like a Skytel pager Now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop
it in with Black Rob, make 'em say WHOA! Every thing full circle, Game livin' major Girls on my hip like a Skytel pager Now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop
life, dick in yo life Like Jodeci I'm fienning to fuck you 'til your bleeding You need to be rolling with this cap peela Fuck that sucka for love lolly pop
Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs] Pop those collars Pop those collars Pop those collars That's the just the way we do it Pop those collars We changed
you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you I'm screwed up How can I say it plain That I'm off that Mary Jane And if it's
't riders no mo From the deep part of the water where the divers won't go Hey sharks, sup piranhas, Dem boys catfish, dem boys flounders I pop, I roll
[Verse 1] Heavyweight, a vet not an amateur (What else?) Looted up, I pushed pies like Marie Calendar (What you gonna do?) Shoot it up if I must, take
I'm the son of rage and love the Jesus of suburbia From the bible of none of the above on a steady diet of Soda pop and Ritalin, no one ever died for
, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah When you left me all alone at the record hop Told me you were goin' out for a soda pop You