Текст песни RZA - We Pop

Birth Of A Prince
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: RZA
Альбом: Birth Of A Prince
Длительность: 04:53
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[Hook: woman] We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall [RZA] Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son I told nigga, just not run I saw him on 205th in Fordham This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!) I blown ya, you need a blood donor My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl) Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes? I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's) I got hoes, in codes, in different areas Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin' I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman) Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin' Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction? [Chorus: ShaCronz & ODB (Freemurda)] We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall (yeah) My glock (my glock), my four (my four) throw shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door) From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York) We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall [ShaCronz] Come on, let's cut the crap, money I've been gettin' this rap money Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha) Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass These lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me cash My crazy path promoted me into a Mercedes class [Chorus] [Freemurda] Yeah.., all ya'll can see is the back of my jersey Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey Shame on a Nigga, take it back to Dirty Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty Seconds, got the world's greatest record And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest record This Division, all the ladies respect it Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them crills Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill' Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills [Chorus] [Hook 2X]
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