clothes clothes Boys blowin' up our phones phones Drop top and playin' our favorite CD's Goin up to the parties Tryna get a little bit tipsy [CHORUS] Don't stop, make it pop
pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop,
and locked up the shop to play a piece He turned and talked to me 'Till I would have to leave He said "young boy you gotta let it fly There's a song
Gon with your homie ask Somebody know me Spec ain't a fonie hall of Fame for the show me If the draws Ain't dropping And yo jaws ain't Locking And the
the lust in your eye I know you can't hide it And your walk and your vibe Make me wanna try it Like a 'lac spinning rims I love it when you ride it
fo sho wit' it, don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it Won't catch me
holdin' that bottle, won't you pop it I threw the key to the city, since I locked it Girl, I don't want no brain, give me a pop quiz I get multiple choice
One don't fuck it up one It only takes, one So feel it y'all, one Now every, one It only takes, one You only need, one So feel it y'all, one We're number
them steel rods It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved I did everything from robberies to dope And y'all just lie about it like it
, and Doc Friday Performin' like the weather was warm and drop heat On the streets through zero degree storms and Keep the ghetto, pop your metal Smoke
get some The last victim lye in a ditch Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nick Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit Me and Funk Doc get, toxid Up all
up off these and it's on I can't wait to get it on I can't wait to get it on I can't wait to get it on I can't wait to get it on I can't wait to get
Roll it up and diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras It'
a ditch Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nick Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit Me and Funk Doc get, toxic A bowl of rice and some chopsticks Go
I'll lift the hood and look up under From the front end to the bumper Roll the window up and lock the door ?Cause I'm gonna bring rain and thunder
'm natural wit it, supreme actual factual wit it I got them gats you got to get it You and them cats got to get it, get it I'm concrete booted, all khaki
t tryna be locked up under consolitary Like it don't stop Nigga I stop for food How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for you? Hushed out in the drop top
a mil ticket Chachi'll take it and say that bill did it But I'm a be real for real and deal with it And get mine in the summertime like Will did it What