The Pebbles
The Pebbles - Pop Off songtekst
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beat by Mister KA [chorus] If you so haaaaard Pop off, nigga Bite or jus' baaaaark Pop off, nigga In the light or in the daaaaark Pop off, nigga In the club or in the caaaaar Pop off, nigga Whut? Pop off, nigga Huh? Pop off, nigga Pop off, nigga Pop, off, nigga [verse one: Pebbles] Fuck a club song, I gets my thug on Keep it real street, keep heat above my thong Above the law but under surveillance No matter how hard you are, you'll run when the guns sprayin' Ratatata, thumps and claps like when the drums playin' Got some sayin' I'm the incarnation of mayhem (daym) Like a bad doctor, I'm runnin' outta patience (mayne) You runnin' outta time, runnin' outta chaynces (mayne) Chances are I'm chasin' muthafuckas with a chainsaw Y'all ain't hard, I get it going like a racecar Get ya face scarred by the eighth bar, straight raw I get my poker face on and not just to play cards Break off pussy rappers, lose face like Face/Off Lose faith when you face this godess, pray, y'all P. E. double B., can't see me like Ray Charles L.E.S. the Chef in da kitchen like Raekwon [chorus] [verse two: Pebbles] Told ‘m to get lost, but he didn't Now he got lost, get it? I'm not kiddin' Niggas need proof? Knock they socks off But if I happen to like ‘m, I might knock they draws off Cock hard? I worked ‘n' jerked it till it got soft Mexican niggas got me sippin' on they hot sauce Bitches is runnin' this game cuz niggas done got soft Top of my car come off, guns come out, pop off (pop, pop, nigga) Got so much skill, Mount Everest couldn't top off Guns, drugs, gangstas, ammo, I got lots of Up in my private bar, brewin' cocktails like Molotov Call me a bitch, tho you know I'm a top dog Top boss, hand me the phone, I'm callin' the shots, dog And if you don't agree, you callin' the doc, dog I don't mean Dre, I mean the one who'll do yo' op, dog Operation or autopsy, take it to the top, dog [chorus x 2] Thanks to Afrodyte.Venus@gmail.com