Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Popeye's Certified, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song KHAN! The Me Generation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
Popeye's Certified |
I’m Pina Colada dropped Impala |
Rubber band the big dollas |
Runnin things they will remain |
Rollin up the weed mayne |
Jumpin outta a Lexus Coupe |
M R G a kinda suit |
Excellently tailored up |
And don’t forget the flavor |
What? |
I’m super salty |
Pretty Tony at the barber shop |
Braggin how I’m blowin cop |
Listenin to Royal Rock |
Paper chasin |
Paper runnin |
Paper gunnin |
Paper getting |
Paper havin |
Paper catchin |
Don’t forget that paper grab it |
I got it goin on |
Tell all them suckas go on home |
Back up in the Lexus Coupe |
Color man is two tone |
Bangin out the Nakamichi |
Get the yayo it’s on to chi-chi |
Now we gotta deal with Frank a pig that don’t fly straight |
I’m hot boilin water |
Cookin crack up at the Carter |
Man you think your freak is bad |
Man my freak is way harder |
I’m Popeye’s certified a two piece meal and some small fries |
Man my hair is super laced I don’t know about them bald guys |
They call me Ayatollah all up in your Motorola |
Whether it’s a ring tone or a picture in your phone-a |
A lime in your Corona |
A Glock on your corna |
I fire up in every club because I know the owner |
Dive just like a Navy Seal |
My homie got a burgundy Coup De Ville |
Girls be love takin Skittles |
But we know that’s poppin pills |
I like to put it down like? |
Man boxin bettin on every round |
Man at the fight we be talkin loud |
I’ve been at this since Jaws was a goldfish |
I’m a go like everywhere |
Except maybe the electric chair |
Man you can smell my hair |
I’m fresh up out the shop |
I’m back in the Lex Coupe bumpin Royal Rock |
I’m like a new Glock |
Man or a hoop shot |
So you can tell from the beginning that I’m trying to get you popped |
I like fo tres I do it four ways |
You might see me straight cursin out a meter maid |
Lookin like the Lion King |
Specially when I’m buying things |
Eatin on some onion rings |
Talkin shit in Burger King |
I like to side talk all up on the sidewalk |
All up in the shoe store and everything is getting bought |
I roll in greenery overlookin scenery |
She ask me what I’m thinking about |
And, yo, I said «My jewelry» |
She said «that's cool to me» |
I read her like a eulogy |
She said my party’s hella crackin |
I said «that's how it’s supposed to be» |
I’m a Jaguar in a foreign car |
Knockin on the Pearly gates |
Hittin on the marijuana |
Money all Americana |
I do it Das Boot watching tapes of Ronnie Moot? |
Back up in the Lexus Coupe |
Floatin like a parachute |
It’s my philosophy man of the entity |
It’s like I’m Kenny Parker runnin round with B. D. P |
Yo homie it’s after eight |
We goin down to the Lions Gate |
That’s the restaurant with the free Henn when you buy a steak |
I’m like an earthquake |
Shakin up the foundation |
Figured out the combination |
To your iphone application |
I got the recipe the menu is the rest of me |
My car does match my Jordan’s and some say that was fresh of me |
I’m like The Loch Ness sittin up in a dropped 'Vette |
Hangin like a chain that you might see up on 'Pacs neck |
I’m like the last poem |
Tell them suckas go on home |
How much yo is that cologne |
I got it goin on |
I’m like a new Glock holdin down an old block |
And even though it’s crack rock they protect it like it’s Fort Knox |
We eattin pork chops with a real Muslim aura |
We hit Hawaii like it’s Pearl Harbor |
Tora! |
Tora! |
I might say neyamora |
Or homie what’s the score-a |
And you can ask for what you want but I got nothing for ya |