Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Glocks Go Pop , by - Solomon Childs. Release date: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Glocks Go Pop |
| Yeah, uh-huh, aoow, heh |
| S. Childs, you niggaz can’t see me (uh-uh) |
| I got on an invisible suit, nigga |
| And I’m by myself (that's right) |
| That means you try to get at me |
| I’m all by myself, nigga (fo'sho) |
| Dead presidents, with forty big bags of rubberbands |
| And the hood ain’t getting it I need sands and beaches, magnums |
| For snakes and leeches, this an original masterpiece |
| The motto, fire at the beast |
| Chicken wings and cocaine, the simple and plain |
| Ain’t nothing complex, tax free money |
| No checks, and listen I don’t talk to pranksters |
| Too busy breaking bread with gangstas |
| Or putting holes in the head of you wankstas |
| Niggaz inflated like silicone, a bunch of big mouth niggaz |
| Damn, it feel so good to be home |
| One o’glock, two o’glock, three o’glock, pop |
| Four o’glock, five o’glock, six o’glock, pop |
| Seven o’glock, eight o’glock, nine o’glock, pop |
| My guns they pop, around the clock |
| General with four stars, possess the power |
| To pimp twelve bars of knowledge, murder |
| Struggling neighborhood wars, some like it hot |
| Some of the livest motherfuckers get popped |
| Never who dat, bitches tell me how the pipe game |
| Behind making so much style, the kid’ll pimp a pair of etonics |
| Had the pleasure to build with the Gods |
| Even shared the same bowl with dogs |
| Brought up on the robbery, Lord of the Rings |
| Part three, this the hard copy |
| Championship, mister headline |
| Everybody enjoy the show and get ready to ride, come on You don’t wanna see the hammers display |
| Go have me call Nitty and Ray Ray |
| Go have me shoot up your field gate, rep Henderson and Broadway |
| You don’t want it, homey, gun game, knuckle game, homey |
| Gun flame, in the game, homey |
| Semi automatic with the strap |
| With more respect on the streets, in the late '80's than Kojak |
| Niggaz’ll get burnt up, like a lab worker in Iraq |
| Solomon Childs, extra extra, chrome nine millimeter |
| A/K/A Carmen Electra, feel me That’s right, out with the old, in with the new |
| Fo’sho… |