Shady, Aftermath, The Dream Team We gotta get the get well cards Niggas is sick, feel this Motion picture shit Now don't think I won't hit ya 'cause I'm popular I got a P90 Reuger to pop at ya Catch ya slippin' I'm a give ya what I got for ya My clip

And I don't want to miss a thing Don't want to close my eyes I don't want to fall asleep 'Cause I'd miss you baby 'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream will never do I'd still miss you baby I could stay awake just to hear you breathing Watch

I'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,

She just wanna pop pop pop pop popopop pop that bubblegum Shawty right there got a ghetto booty A ghetto booty She just wanna pop pop pop pop pop pop pop that bubblegum If she keep blowing it might explode Never seen a girl like you before Drop a dollar

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

Niggas pistol popping like it's nineteen ninety nine I was nine maybe ten, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes That was Gucci, Prada and anything

Drop that kitty down low Pop that kitty down low I know you want it all, I'm giving you a show You like what I'm doin', drop that kitty down low Shop that like a window I'm gonna make you explode Take that video phone Pop it like a pistol Make it clap

Fuck you, I'll do what I want to do I don't subscribe to your cultural norms Ichi, ni, san, go, roku, nana, hachi, kyu, jyuu We are dangerous teenagers I'm at the door at a quarter to four Poppers popping baby might take some more I'm fucking loose,

I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch, yeah Bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch, yeah Cookin' coke up, water whip that shit, yeah Pull the boat up, we want all the bricks, yeah Call your hoe up, she take all the dick, yeah I took four, I feel

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh And I ain't come here to preach I just