Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pop It, artist - Drag-On.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Pop It |
Yo, who want it with us, y’all niggas not fuckin wit us |
Y’all hoppin nimrods, we holdin on up under the truck |
We caked out, we all got cars so when we wake up in the mornin |
We race out, but first blow the place out |
It gets outrageous, to all my thug niggas throw your sets up |
And spit y’all razors |
I hop in to spin out, I’m the Opposite of H2O |
So in the year 2000 the lights woulda never went out |
Plus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it off |
Cuz I’m fire, so every few seconds, I take it off |
I’m lightweight, I let y’all throw them dumbbells |
I just throw back them dumb dumb shells to make y’all run well |
I shoot dummies, blast backs |
Money gassed up while I’ma open this tank, yo pass me the shank |
I blackout, swipe em like a credit card til I max out |
And that’s just to, let y’all know that Drag is back now |
HOOK 2X: Icepick Jay |
Now all my motherfuckin peoples say yeah yeah |
Now all my motherfuckin thugs say yeah yeah |
Now all my motherfuckin ladies say yeah yeah |
Yeah yeah throw your hands in the air, c’mon |
Y’all keep pushin that wack shit out there y’all unable |
Drag’s like jumper cables, negative and a positive |
Y’all ain’t gon feel shit til y’all get alot of this |
I don’t care about y’all hatin niggas my moms is part of this |
She looks at herself and says I got all this |
Cuz I drop them hits that make y’all chumps don’t drop shit |
Drag straps up when he get up in his women |
Put somethin long in the booty have em switchin different |
I snatch niggas wife to show em the light |
Give em dick then I’m hittin the switch |
And while she snorin she don’t know I’m gone by the mornin |
Back to the corner, til that blue van come up, my hands is cuffed uhh |
Whose fingers stay numb from rollin up |
Who finger fucks chicks til they throwin up |
Whose fingerprints cops keep showin up |
Cuz who that kid always ride and is throwin truck |
HOOK 2X |
Yo, yo, I just take a strong pull and strike the match on niggas |
I spit lit candles and drop hot wax on niggas |
My middle name Jason |
That means I’m capable of throwin a mass on and axe niggas |
Y’all better ax (ask) niggas |
First name Mel, I mean that’s what them checks say |
When they come in the mail, make bank tellers cum on theyself |
Count it fast ma, we all professionals here |
How’s it feel knowin I’m walkin outta here |
With what you get in a year |
I’m rude to a bitch, but y’all niggas, get out the street |
Act like you don’t see this black jeep, and get some flat feet |
Y’all rock gators, we straight problems |
We rock our Timbs half O’s, laces like our dogs got em |
Fuck it, for 2 minutes, let em play wit a new pair |
I got enough spares to flood the block with footwear |
Pockets like a blimp, shit it’s been a good year |
Where my ruff ryders, we still in here |
HOOK 4X |