KMD - Popcorn lyrics
[KMD - Popcorn lyrics]
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn'
Niggas been sleep, now yawn new born
To the break of dawn, we be Kausin' Mad Drama
Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)
I'ma, mindbender, I love tender skins gender
Realer than the eagle seal
On your legal tender i'm the spender
Of every red cent 'til I'm stomped
Rock for the Kause
It's no comp cause we deep like a swamp
Zev Love a brother I never budges
I hold everything from mics to like grudges
I won't let a bygone be a bygone
Back to play the bitch niggas like a fly horn
I'm controllin all you snakes with
Hookin up the cakes with hot butter
The same like your grandmother bake up
Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman
Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman?
Pass the gat man
The God fin' to make it go pop
A lot like the kid I used to break with
Way back when like eighty-four
At my last look
He's lookin to get his ass whupped
And his cash took
That and a old school flavor like a bomber
Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)
Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama)
I won't funk fake, so let your toast go
Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit
Quick to make a cherry
Make 'em feel like Mary
In hot butter (Sub word to your mother)
So big shit, well dig it I rock shit
I wig it I cock shit, I drink it
To lick off the wicked
Weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns
And boogie with the fly freak unique hons
You got the runs
Well we be runnin shit on the underrated list
I'm never played, and so we're Constipated
But so, what? I'm runnin shit in my pajamas
Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)
Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama)
Like hot butter, you can't see this
Cause I'm the realest
On your breakfast toast yo
CM, on your breakfast toast
Constipated Mind, on your breakfast toast
(popcorn mama)
On your breakfast toast ad libs to fade
Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn'
Niggas been sleep, now yawn new born
To the break of dawn, we be Kausin' Mad Drama
Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)
I'ma, mindbender, I love tender skins gender
Realer than the eagle seal
On your legal tender i'm the spender
Of every red cent 'til I'm stomped
Rock for the Kause
It's no comp cause we deep like a swamp
Zev Love a brother I never budges
I hold everything from mics to like grudges
I won't let a bygone be a bygone
Back to play the bitch niggas like a fly horn
I'm controllin all you snakes with
Hookin up the cakes with hot butter
The same like your grandmother bake up
Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman
Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman?
Pass the gat man
The God fin' to make it go pop
A lot like the kid I used to break with
Way back when like eighty-four
At my last look
He's lookin to get his ass whupped
And his cash took
That and a old school flavor like a bomber
Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)
Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama)
I won't funk fake, so let your toast go
Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit
Quick to make a cherry
Make 'em feel like Mary
In hot butter (Sub word to your mother)
So big shit, well dig it I rock shit
I wig it I cock shit, I drink it
To lick off the wicked
Weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns
And boogie with the fly freak unique hons
You got the runs
Well we be runnin shit on the underrated list
I'm never played, and so we're Constipated
But so, what? I'm runnin shit in my pajamas
Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)
Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama)
Like hot butter, you can't see this
Cause I'm the realest
On your breakfast toast yo
CM, on your breakfast toast
Constipated Mind, on your breakfast toast
(popcorn mama)
On your breakfast toast ad libs to fade