| Set up shop, shop
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| Clear off the block, block
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| If they ain’t with us
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| They’re getting shot, shot
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| That’s how we rock, rock
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| Like it or not, not
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| We run the spot, spot
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| Let’s make it pop
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| Let’s make it pop, pop, pop, pop, nigga, pop, pop
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| Sipping André, watching Scarface
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| With my bitch in Carl’s place
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| Regina called, I waited all day
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| Feet up, she wonder how Cristal taste
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| I flick my ashes in a small vase
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| The phone rang, I took in the hallway
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| «Yo, what’s the word on that bird, ya heard
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| Swerve through and tell me what occurred over herb»
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| We spoke loose and no one overheard
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| «Wally shot Boo in the neck
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| They caught him hopping out the vet
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| In front his momma house with skinny Collette
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| Left him from the nine milly wet, really upset»
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| My whole set’s Naughty By Nature like Vinny and Treach
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| We’re trying to make a penny stretch
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| But back to what happened about the clapping
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| Is he dead? |
| (Yeah)
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| Now all we gotta do is keep the shifts rotating
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| And pray Allah, strays don’t hit kids roller skating
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| The stones get to breaking
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| Now look at all this dough we making
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| Niggas is hating like they worship Satan (damn!)
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| Because I’m bringing home the turkey bacon (yeah!)
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| Set up shop, shop
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| Clear off the block, block
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| If they ain’t with us
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| They’re getting shot, shot
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| That’s how we rock, rock
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| Like it or not, not
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| We run the spot, spot
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| Let’s make it pop
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| Let’s make it pop, pop, pop, pop, nigga, pop, pop
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| Six months blew past fast
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| We’re getting cash
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| Got about a mill in the stash
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| Money in bags
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| Eighty thousand dollar Jags and crabs
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| Flabby abs, eating
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| Wasn’t nobody mad
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| Except for who we moved out
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| Rival crews but survival rules
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| So dudes wanna be cool now
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| I move around
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| With the two pound in my goose down
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| «It's a new Sheriff in town» like Nino Brown
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| Low profile and lock shit down like we know how
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| I’m trying to make my people proud
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| But what’s up with this yelling about us selling
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| Ain’t that foul? |
| (uh huh) (yeah!)
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| Snitches are snitching
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| I play the kitchen, my work is pitching
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| Cutting crack up on dirty dishes
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| Burgundy sixes
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| D’s kicked my shit up off the hinges
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| My run ended, my funds wasn’t apprehended
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| I beat the case, now we’re back in business
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| Fearless
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| Set up shop, shop
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| Clear off the block, block
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| If they ain’t with us
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| They’re getting shot, shot
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| That’s how we rock, rock
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| Like it or not, not
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| We run the spot, spot
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| Let’s make it pop
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| Let’s make it pop, pop, pop, pop, nigga, pop, pop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pop , by - Roc Marciano. Song from the album Marcberg, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп