Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pop Ya Collar , by - San Quinn. Song from the album Explosive Mode, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.06.1998
Record label: Deal Done Ent
Song language: English
Pop Ya Collar |
| Uh-huh; |
| barbecue or mildew, hhhoe? |
| Ssshit heh |
| My fetti has a first name — it’s E-A-R-L |
| About my mail, ssshit! |
| Nigga you know I’m up in this motherfucker, on a good one! |
| Fffuck yes! |
| You know what I mean? |
| It’s like a, a Y-2-Yea thing y’know? |
| (Haha) We does this out here (fo' schizzie) |
| We pop our collars; |
| please believe that playboy (like this here) |
| My moves is swift, I’m stiff with mine |
| Remi Martin straight, then I hit it with lime |
| It’s time to shine, to strike my pose |
| Five carats on my pinky, pickin my nose (BEATCH) |
| I stroll on hoes, and give 'em a chance |
| To let me see the ass while they backup dance |
| I glance and breeze — if the body is true |
| I’m off and on to part two (part TWO) |
| Now I done scanned at the club (what else?) |
| I popped my collar to all my folks with love (what else?) |
| And all the niggas that didn’t respond to me (what else?) |
| I got my dogs watchin constantly (what else, what else?) |
| With one hand in the baseball glove |
| Hella throwaways — and dangerous subs |
| For my protection and my protection only |
| This boss balla slippin whatchu thought I was phony? |
| Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice |
| About my money this loot is real, plus I’m dipped in ice |
| I got a fat mansion on the hill, cause I made a mill' |
| So if you see me please believe, cause I’m yo' potnah still |
| (Pop ya collar!) It’s all from the wrist |
| (Pop ya collar!) Been poppin my collar since Moby was a goldfish. |
| . |
| leavin 'em curious |
| Hoppin out of my Lincoln Continental, signature serious. |
| . |
| parkin lot pimpin! |
| One of my niggas yell (HOLD ME DOWN) while I was pissin |
| Is that young 40 y’all? |
| Drunk as fuck and about to fall? |
| Done washed my shoes, the gators they bite |
| Baby bright light but not my type |
| But if she want tonight, she come with dollars |
| She either holler, or pop a nigga collar |
| I’m fresh up out that Coupe de Ville |
| Four times gold on my vogue wheels |
| Big sunroof with the insides ill |
| Gotta give it to the boy he got skills |
| Made a mill'. |
| uh-huh, HOE BEATCH! |
| (Pop ya collar!) I done stepped on in |
| (Pop ya collar!) Now can I come up? |
| All these freaks hang out at the dump |
| Me and my dogs got this party on pump |
| All the hoes look like they wanna hump |
| I’m bout to pull a lil' lightweight stunt |
| On a mizznission about that cut |
| Rough, buck, smokin on a blizznut |
| Ticked, pucked, ?? |
| ?? |
| was loc’d |
| Dick, Van Dyke, all up in her truck |
| Lick, at night, E-Feezy ain’t no punk |
| Gobble, swallow, get her hella drunk |
| 40 ounce bizznottle, til I tr-uh-Trump |
| Tip, hollow, mizzmillimeter thump |
| Feels no sinorrow for a sucka sap chump |
| Ya underdig? |
| Yeah just |
| Y’know just tug on your lil' shirt |
| Pull it a lil' bit |
| That’s what we do out this way. |
| twice! |
| Dipped in ice. |
| Where? |
| Made a mill' |
| I’m still yo' potnah |
| Uh-huh. |
| Northstar |
| Yeah. |
| dipped in ice. |
| Where this at? |
| You made a WHAT? |
| Uh-huh. |
| I’m still yo' potnah nigga |
| (Pop ya collar!) Homeboy |
| (Pop ya collar!) |