Yeah, the cash came, I ain't trippin' on a past flame Even if they were dimes, you know how many 10's want my last name? Is this the rap game or high school politics? Bars could be on Maury 'cause they got a little pop in it' Before I show up, that's

I'm going to get my gun! This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? (Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?) I got something for his ass. (Calm Down) No you Calm Down! (Man, what's you're problem?) Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?

I don't know if your looking for romance or I don't know what you're looking for I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Oh but you're an explosion (you're dynamite) Your name isn't Rio, but I

Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa Feelin that I did Tecca Nina take it right back 2x This is the town where the clowns put it down baby Close the door befo ya child here the sound baby * - Tech raps these lines in between at double speed The killa

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

We ain't got to prove shit to y'all so all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cause we ain't stoppin' cause you ain't stoppin'

That pussy got power, that pussy got power Pop up, girl, that pussy got power She want a, gangbanger to come through and slay I'll hit it in the shower I, I, I, I, I You a hard worker, let me come with the supply Pop up, girl, that pussy got power (woah,

Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up Though many have come There will never be another one Wraaa Daddy gonna pop that trunk Yeah, battle ship sunk, throwing dirt rock chunks Sling shot rocks broke no money lumps Looking up too D boys with the pretty dunks

I shot my baby down I know, he knows, I know Like when baby shot me down Ring, ring, ring, ring Pop, pop, pop, pop And that's the way My baby, my baby Baby, baby, baby That's the way

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)