Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get It Poppin , by - Sheek Louch. Release date: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get It Poppin |
| You know me as the mother fucker, love me |
| Yeah, I would be back like,. |
| I could see the game is getting ugly, |
| I heard that she’s out of it, |
| I’m a make you proud of it, |
| She’s here to separate the real from the counterfeit, |
| Look at how I got them up, |
| D.J. |
| put my record back! |
| You know… because I’m not to use of that. |
| Spit with a steady flow, |
| Years I had steady dough, |
| Whether it came from rap or… |
| Place that, I could leave the space with your face at, |
| … just the pussy, mom, |
| I ain’t trying to chase that. |
| Done being credible, |
| All yellers had a… |
| Fuck them… |
| Run shit, run quick! |
| Go get your gun, quick, |
| We’re getting popping over here, |
| Ya ain’t popping over here! |
| My niggers getting popping right here! |
| Mother fucker, you run shit, run quick! |
| Go get your gun, quick, |
| We’re getting popping over here, |
| Ya ain’t popping over there! |
| My niggers getting popping right here! |
| Let’s go! |
| Back in the street again, beat again, |
| Niggers on my… again, |
| Pause bitches want me to beat again. |
| Nigger want clear to be our… |
| Niggers no longer… |
| Peace out before… peace out. |
| Now what? |
| Hit them here, now we’ve got his face… |
| Niggers think he’s swaying, till we’re licking and we taste blood, |
| Fuck the club up, we live to rug up! |
| Patrol… |
| … bitches around my car, |
| Cameras out, I’m so super star! |
| Keep it close to me, |
| Who you’re supposed to be? |
| … mother fucker… |
| Run shit, run quick! |
| Go get your gun, quick, |
| We’re getting popping over here, |
| Ya ain’t popping over here! |
| My niggers getting popping right here! |
| Mother fucker, you run shit, run quick! |
| Go get your gun, quick, |
| We’re getting popping over here, |
| Ya ain’t popping over there! |
| My niggers getting popping right here! |
| Somebody put them shaker out, |
| See what they think about, |
| Hey crack, make a nigger go and get a paper… |
| You know, hope you wanna flow when that hit blows, |
| My niggers at the crowd, innocent people, |
| … niggers with an attitude in… |
| That’s right, money… |
| … had me feeling light headed, |
| Two things we don’t do, money and bitches we don’t sweat it! |
| I told you how to… to be back here, |
| It’s your time to… songs from last year! |
| Now I’m back smoothing in your grandma’s cashmere, |
| If this ain’t my year… |
| Run shit, run quick! |
| Go get your gun, quick, |
| We’re getting popping over here, |
| Ya ain’t popping over here! |
| My niggers getting popping right here! |
| Mother fucker, you run shit, run quick! |
| Go get your gun, quick, |
| We’re getting popping over here, |
| Ya ain’t popping over there! |
| My niggers getting popping right here! |