| I’m Pina Colada dropped Impala
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| Rubber band the big dollas
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| Runnin things they will remain
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| Rollin up the weed mayne
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| Jumpin outta a Lexus Coupe
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| M R G a kinda suit
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| Excellently tailored up
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| And don’t forget the flavor
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| What?
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| I’m super salty
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| Pretty Tony at the barber shop
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| Braggin how I’m blowin cop
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| Listenin to Royal Rock
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| Paper chasin
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| Paper runnin
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| Paper gunnin
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| Paper getting
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| Paper havin
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| Paper catchin
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| Don’t forget that paper grab it
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| I got it goin on
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| Tell all them suckas go on home
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| Back up in the Lexus Coupe
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| Color man is two tone
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| Bangin out the Nakamichi
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| Get the yayo it’s on to chi-chi
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| Now we gotta deal with Frank a pig that don’t fly straight
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| I’m hot boilin water
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| Cookin crack up at the Carter
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| Man you think your freak is bad
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| Man my freak is way harder
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| I’m Popeye’s certified a two piece meal and some small fries
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| Man my hair is super laced I don’t know about them bald guys
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| They call me Ayatollah all up in your Motorola
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| Whether it’s a ring tone or a picture in your phone-a
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| A lime in your Corona
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| A Glock on your corna
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| I fire up in every club because I know the owner
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| Dive just like a Navy Seal
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| My homie got a burgundy Coup De Ville
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| Girls be love takin Skittles
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| But we know that’s poppin pills
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| I like to put it down like?
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| Man boxin bettin on every round
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| Man at the fight we be talkin loud
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| I’ve been at this since Jaws was a goldfish
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| I’m a go like everywhere
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| Except maybe the electric chair
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| Man you can smell my hair
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| I’m fresh up out the shop
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| I’m back in the Lex Coupe bumpin Royal Rock
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| I’m like a new Glock
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| Man or a hoop shot
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| So you can tell from the beginning that I’m trying to get you popped
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| I like fo tres I do it four ways
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| You might see me straight cursin out a meter maid
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| Lookin like the Lion King
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| Specially when I’m buying things
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| Eatin on some onion rings
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| Talkin shit in Burger King
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| I like to side talk all up on the sidewalk
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| All up in the shoe store and everything is getting bought
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| I roll in greenery overlookin scenery
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| She ask me what I’m thinking about
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| And, yo, I said «My jewelry»
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| She said «that's cool to me»
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| I read her like a eulogy
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| She said my party’s hella crackin
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| I said «that's how it’s supposed to be»
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| I’m a Jaguar in a foreign car
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| Knockin on the Pearly gates
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| Hittin on the marijuana
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| Money all Americana
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| I do it Das Boot watching tapes of Ronnie Moot?
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| Back up in the Lexus Coupe
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| Floatin like a parachute
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| It’s my philosophy man of the entity
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| It’s like I’m Kenny Parker runnin round with B. D. P
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| Yo homie it’s after eight
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| We goin down to the Lions Gate
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| That’s the restaurant with the free Henn when you buy a steak
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| I’m like an earthquake
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| Shakin up the foundation
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| Figured out the combination
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| To your iphone application
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| I got the recipe the menu is the rest of me
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| My car does match my Jordan’s and some say that was fresh of me
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| I’m like The Loch Ness sittin up in a dropped 'Vette
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| Hangin like a chain that you might see up on 'Pacs neck
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| I’m like the last poem
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| Tell them suckas go on home
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| How much yo is that cologne
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| I got it goin on
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| I’m like a new Glock holdin down an old block
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| And even though it’s crack rock they protect it like it’s Fort Knox
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| We eattin pork chops with a real Muslim aura
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| We hit Hawaii like it’s Pearl Harbor
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| Tora! |
| Tora!
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| I might say neyamora
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| Or homie what’s the score-a
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| And you can ask for what you want but I got nothing for ya |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Popeye's Certified , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album KHAN! The Me Generation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп