Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pop, Lock & Drop It (as made famous by Huey), artist - Hip Hop Hitmakers. Album song Modern Hip Hop Hits Vol. 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.02.2009
Record label: Da Hype
Song language: English
Pop, Lock & Drop It (as made famous by Huey) |
I’m from the illest part of the Western Hemisphere |
So, if you into sight seein', don’t visit there |
It’s somewhere between Jersey and Delaware |
Philly never scared and them niggas ain’t timid there |
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there |
It might start but the fight never finish there |
They all fucked up tryna get the gingerbread |
A few stacks be the price for a nigga head |
Cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians |
Clips and revolvers and George’s and Benjamin’s |
A celebration of the loss of your innocence |
To your old self, you’ve lost any resemblance |
They say the city make a dark impression |
The youth just lost and they want direction |
But they don’t get the police, they get the protection |
And walk around with heat like Charlton Heston, man |
It’s in the music, turn it up let it knock |
Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops |
The cops gone come but they ain’t gone do shit |
They don’t want no problems, what are y’all stupid |
It’s all in the music |
It’s kinda ill how we grip these bitches in the Bonneville |
It’s kind of a thrill, my mind, it will spill, my nine, it will kill |
Of course, bro, like crossbow, I bring the force, though |
Hittin your guts, splittin' your torso |
It’s colder than the North Pole, livin' unlawful |
I’m givin' you a jawful of somethin' awful |
Yo, my theoretic is leaded, well, come and set it |
The shit bang and leave you diabetic, for paramedics |
I spit flames and get dames to get change |
With pitbull bark and lock the shock |
Don’t bother me, Ahk, don’t you dare lie to me, Ahk |
I don’t know who this nigga that you try to be, Ahk |
Benefit of doubt had me think you in it for clout |
Big shit, send it for route and finish him out |
Joints stiff from rigor mortis, while we swimmin' in waters |
Women with daughters will have us niggas sinnin' with orders |