Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pop U , by - Juvenile. Song from the album Reality Check, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.02.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Pop U |
| You gon' make me clock you |
| I’ma have to pop you |
| You gon' make me pop you |
| I’ma have to pop you |
| You gon' make me pop you |
| I’ma have to pop you |
| You gon' make me pop you |
| I’ma have to pop you |
| Who that nigga is |
| What that nigga claim |
| Juve wild magnolia |
| Its an uptown thing |
| Soulja watchin' over me |
| So I’ma let it rain |
| Just give me the weed, the mic |
| And I’ma let it off the chain |
| Y’all actin' like, that nigga lost it |
| I ain’t have no money |
| Now I’m back, what the cost is |
| (?) on my wrist lookin' gooey |
| These ain’t Birdman’s |
| These is real Gucci’s |
| Turn around the corner |
| Motherfucker tryin' to sue me |
| Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece |
| Where he rock, where he roll |
| Where he got control |
| Me and my mans and them get the brains out these hoes |
| If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow |
| Be in a trance like it was your man’s pipe in the hole |
| I’ve been sippin' a little somethin' |
| Just stop servin' the game |
| It feel good to be an OG |
| I’m deservin' it mayne |
| I’m the nigga nigga |
| The nigga nigga the nigga |
| The nigga nigga Ju-a-vey |
| I’m the nigga nigga |
| The nigga the nigga nigga |
| The nigga nigga nigga Ju-a-vey |
| Now ain’t no tellin' where I might be (Nope!) |
| Cause there’s a million other creeps |
| Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me |
| Call them my stunt doubles |
| So if you think you hit Luda' with the rueger |
| I’m up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles |
| On the double, lookin' for trouble we staarted |
| The eye on my gat is cocked its retaarted |
| I’m sippin' lean, smokin' green, and I’m so hot |
| I told machine’s people call me +I Robot+ |
| Bang to the boogey boogey bang bang |
| Let my little partner borrow my necklace |
| And hit bitches with the same chain |
| Its not computer love (Nope!) |
| I’m gettin' great brain |
| Got a hard drive |
| But they blow me out my mainframe |
| Now how you like that? |
| I got your momma pitchin' quarters |
| On the corner gettin' cornered |
| And come right back |
| I’m makin' tight stacks (Yeah!) |
| So if it ain’t Juve or Luda |
| Then can it nigga, we don’t even like rap! |
| Got the Mack in the grass |
| And the nine in the dumpster |
| Duck when they pass |
| One time wanna dump ya' |
| Hunger |
| What I got in my veins |
| Take shots from the Henny |
| Just to straighten my aim |
| Now, I raise my middle finger (Fuck the World!) |
| And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl |
| Yea, I’m bout my paper mayne |
| I’m fully loaded like them niggas in Jamaica mayne |
| I know you know |
| This is Crack |
| And he’s back |
| And you mad |
| Cause we diiid |
| And they Yack-ity Yak |
| In the sack when we slid in (Yeah!) |
| Mommy shakin' they ass |
| She want some big bills |
| Tip drill, she wants a tip drill (That's it!) |
| Its ya' nigga crack |
| Live with some fresh cut |
| Side of the highway |
| Ridin' that’s the best fuck |
| And you can keep them hotel keys |
| Cause we gon' fuck these bitches |
| Wherever we please |