pop my shit - dj fresh (us) lyrics
[intro: e*40]
(dj fresh, dj fresh, dj fresh)
let me pop my sh*t
yay area
[verse 1: e*40]
a lot of the sh*t that i say ain’t always true (always true)
but it’s h*lla sh*t that i say that’s h*lla true (h*lla true)
it all depends on your point of view (point of view)
the sh*t that’s old to me might be new to you
i was pushin’ the game with a triple beam and a microphone
servin’ nasal candy, same color as styrofoam
and the survivor zone right in the front of my mama’s home
pushin’ that barney rubble and that fred flintstone
a product of my environment
paramedics and firemen
whеre the old folks, homeownеrs can’t enjoy retirement
where the poor folks and the dromers, ambulance and sirens
where the po*pos, poncherellos, high*speeds end in violence
these b*tches be on a n*gga like i’m denzel (denzel)
i gotta tell them hoes that my bread’s stale
would she put up ten percent (ten percent) if i get popped? (get popped)
conjugal visit, they threw me in the pot
b*tch
[chorus: dreebo]
let me pop off, pop my sh*t
let me pop my sh—
chopper knock your fitted and your sock off
pop my sh*t
let me pop my sh*t
they watchin’ us, we is not y’all
pop my sh*t (my sh*t)
let me pop my sh*t
they ain’t win that home run, this a walk*off
pop my sh*t (my sh*t)
wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, let me pop off
[verse 2: larry june]
don’t watch me, n*gga, watch that b*tch
man, you n*ggas too old to be actin’ like this
she thought i was dancin’, nah, that was the wrist
i got it out the mud, i don’t owe a n*gga sh*t
i’m on one (i’m on one), you n*ggas late in the game
i bought a whole lot of real estate before this chain
i got one over there, i got one out the way
so h*ll yeah, i’m pushin’ ‘rari when it’s time to skate (numbers)
where was n*ggas at when we was smokin’ the shake? (smokin’ the shake)
where was n*ggas at when we was movin’ the— shh (movin’ on)
i stack and i stack and i stack again (stack again)
you thought it was a wrap, but i’m back again (back again)
lookin’ for a lil’ b*tch that i can call wifey
it’s just a white tee, but the wrist piece pricy
yeehee, d*mn, this b*tch lookin’ righteous
soft ass, tryna hold the b*tch hostage, what’s happenin’?
[chorus: dreebo]
let me pop off, pop my sh*t
let me pop my sh—
chopper knock your fitted and your sock off
pop my sh*t
let me pop my sh*t
they watchin’ us, we is not y’all
pop my sh*t (my sh*t)
let me pop my sh*t
they ain’t win that home run, this a walk*off
pop my sh*t (my sh*t)
wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, let me pop off
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