Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pop the Trunk , by - Real Live. Release date: 31.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pop the Trunk |
| …feelings hurt→Prodigy |
| Now act stupid, I’ll pop the trunk→Redman |
| Try to react and get them motherfuckin’feelings hurt→Prodigy |
| Nigga! |
| Now act stupid, I’ll pop the trunk→Redman |
| Try to react and get them motherfuckin’feelings hurt→Prodigy |
| It’s gonna be a suicide goin’up against a army |
| Niggas get the wrong idea, like they can harm me The Ebony Capone lightin’bless on the throne |
| My blow-out cleans in the sun like chrome |
| Livin’off the hustle blowin’my fuse |
| Bouncin’in and outta airports and cocaine shoes |
| The thug is on 'cause society failed me When I creep through the streets |
| I take steps of death daily (Nigga!) |
| I never gave a fuck about shit |
| Now don’t slip, 'cause I was disciplined from the hip |
| Or waistline like G-Rap I don’t waste mine |
| I’m paralyzing punks, I’m loadin’nines on they spine |
| As soon as they drop, I boogy up the block |
| And count my c-notes wit Triple Beam and Dino |
| Now these is playas that’s never caught guessin' |
| All-out hustlers, pimps in they profession |
| Y’all better know when you fucking with a pro |
| It’s a serious thing duke, I gots to let you know… |
| You get your feelings hurt→Prodigy |
| Here come that big-time nigga |
| The slickest crime thinker (who?) |
| The sickest roots cannon, applyin’pressure on triggers |
| You better not move an inch or flinch |
| 'Cause you was popping mad shit now let me see the bad shit |
| Fuck around, you best be ready |
| You petty, I make you motherfuckers hot as the Serengeti |
| I be the baddest motherfucker on this mic piece |
| Relentless lyricist, niggas hoping that I might cease |
| Or, slow down some |
| I… stimulate the mic like a tongue make a bitch cum |
| Sippin OE, living life to the T Making licks for Lucci simultaneously |
| See mad niggas walk around with frowns (why?) |
| I’m shuttin''em down like clowns |
| A clean sweep, when I creep on ya clique |
| Like the Grim Reap |
| I freaked your technique rhyming in my sleep |
| Megatose and verbal venom combined |
| I drop you six feet deep with lines nigga, you get your |
| …feelings hurt→Prodigy |
| — repeat to fade |