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letra de popped off - kool g rap

[verse 1: kool g rap]
yeah the clique got niggas with names
and they pitstop to get at your dame
and if you riff pop i’ll spit at your frame
don’t get it mixed up just get it arranged
you gonna need a syringe and a needle to get it in vein
keep them wolves on his back like he grizzly adams
i get rejected by a chick i throw my whiskey at ’em
your best friend will curse you out like, “b-tch you had him”
and he right the lights is low and the ice is still blowin’
and he got a whole waist of big faces like samoans
chest piece like i got stoned by the romans
and don’t try to keep up if your money gary coleman
nothing but sprewell, v12’s yeah what else?
be still stuck with that v8 what you tryna stay healthy?
keep the cost of your whip, i blow them chips out in l.v
far as brick spots more ki’s p-ssed than dell, b
and g rap lost? he falling off as soon as hell freeze

[verse 2: sean price]
concealing my lines
unappealing at times
can’t rap worth a d-mn
fam i really can rhyme
shot to your temple
puss pour, pop at your pimple
indeed the g-shock with the watch, presidential
goofs and bagoons
b-tches got balloons in their wombs
literally shitting bricks in their fruit of the looms
thug in his essence
drug is the preference
b-tch, the mother, father, sister, brother, love is the message
p, a primate in his prime
think of violating the ape, ape be changing your mind
the fellow saw dumb shit
f-ck cops that popped at eleanor b-mpers
i came to lean haters
f-ggot -ss church niggas and tambourine players
ruck thuggin’ machine
you a nothin’ b-tt plugin’ and nut huggin’ your jeans

[verse 3: randsom]
could care less about your shooters and street respect, you still a wreck
this k!ller strapped, two guns smoking big as gorilla black
shit is facts, i don’t do fantasy when the hammer squeeze
green thumb d1 gun rose and plant your seeds
get it popped off in a second, i don’t plan to freeze
too legit, tool’ll spit, got ’em shaking like hammer’s knees
what you niggas know about murders, that you did yourself
red dot, headshot, body drop and shit itself
i flip scripts and spit out a motion picture
i’m scorsese they all hate me, i’m poured liquor
you poor baby, i court lacy and owe your sister
the whore made me get all crazy, i know you miss her
i blaze first then ask questions, who want the interview?
i’ll send a few, causing a racket, blow off his tennis shoes
so make way for the bad guy
if i’m masked out best believe i’ll make your -ss die

[chorus]
you wanna get it popped off?
you wanna get it popped off?
y’all wanna get it popped off?
y’all wanna get it popped off?
you wanna get it popped off?
you wanna get it popped off?
you can bop your head to it or get it popped off
you wanna get it popped off?
you wanna get it popped off?
y’all wanna get it popped off?
y’all wanna get it popped off?
you wanna get it popped off?
you wanna get it popped off?
you can bop your head to it or get it popped off

- kool g rap

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