Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pop, artist - Serengeti. Album song Dirty Flamingo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: F5
Song language: English
Pop |
I’m a rapper that tried desperately for a hit |
The devil took a piece of it |
Just for some |
So holy shit |
Into abandonment style |
Unbearable counterfeit |
Shit I go pop |
Made mad different stuff non-stop |
Always a flop |
Cause it’s straight from the bottom |
Of the mountain’s peak |
With the sun |
And the snow where the goats go |
My goal to gaze in the |
And it’s tripped out though |
The non-rap break to the top |
To the top of the chart |
They control the whole art |
But it’s cool |
I’m going pop like bubblegum drop |
Young dumb fox |
Cat in a box |
Before we get |
Straight fake rate |
Like cubs downtown |
Ticker tape fete |
Rule on which we all base |
Mad taste, real cheesy |
But be the extra creamy |
Stone cold |
the middle of the globe |
I watch the solar |
I watch the sea roll |
Chill like ultimate style |
Ice cream castle |
Wonderwoman yellow truth |
Cause it’s a hastle |
Pop tunes at the battle |
The biggest thing was |
They need a baby rattle |
Cause it’s the same dude |
Who abuse that |
Ultimate body blow |
The chicks at the bar that dig yo |
Hang with the cooks |
Brand guns and shoot |
Love things that bling |
They forgot the sun still pull us |
for the love of Buddha |
Dave |
Rap parthenon congruent |
Divine things, we blew it |
So pop we shall go |
Hip-hop jingles |
And processed like chips |
Double dip chocolate in a cup |
Dude throw up |
By the ultimate body blow struck |
I had the worst luck |
That’s enough hush |
Must I rush? |
Float like a blimp |
Or empty lilypad |
The Serengeti |
But is that tight |
Just wait a second dawg |
Just wait a second on that whole rap catalogue |
But what what what? |
Keep it going tighter and fresh |
We’re getting more than the rest |
Uh huh, yeah, uh huh |
The holiday |
But is that tight |
Wait let me think, don’t blink |
My black ink turn grey pink |
It’s hijinks |
Bring the pain |
Bring the ruckus |
Permanently trapped on that |
Said I’ll forever speak |
One way or another |
It’s sorta like a mark |
If anybody paid attention |
And that’s the trick to make a decent song |
Last long and that’s the hardest thing to do |
At least it’s fun to attempt |
And let’s say if it hit |
And eating jumbo shrimp |
On a boat by the lake |
In a smoking coat, but doing coke |
With a chick you see in |
Designer bags |
And her friends |
And wine glass |
And my friends |
And execs in a suit |
On a lake |
Waves make the boat shake |
In the summer, say in June |
Say the moon shines as bright as the sun |
Plus the stars |
And your song three minutes |
Twelve seconds long |