Method Man - Pussy Pop lyrics
[Method Man - Pussy Pop lyrics]
Break it down
When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top
Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down
Hit the spot
And clown Niggas relyin on special effects
While the khakis and chronic
Got the bitches still breakin they neck
Move the crowd without breakin a sweat
Trend setter, with a Beretta
So keep it on deck
Cause you never know when Xzibit
Gonna move through the set don't be scared
Just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out
And you tryin to got to school
And make a certain amount but the last part
I just couldn't figure it out
I guess it's real hard to talk
With a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti
Steadily tested by motherfuckers
Who ain't ready to deal with the legendary
Soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo
Shot callers
Clear the whole block like we po-po
Round and round we go, it don't stop
Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot
Baby girl to the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop!
Lookin good with your stink-ass
Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl to pussy pop
Pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!
Well, you gotta pop the pussy
Get rid of the next with a name on your gums
It's the?Bidulo Gang? bitch
We both want some you got titties and ass
But I got a dick and some cash
You ain't talkin bout shit
Then I'ma smash, bitch
On three, on me, bitch, you my property
Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin me
And I said daddy
Bitch thats what you gon' call me
I ain't no simp or a wimp
I'ma motherfuckin pimp
Tear spots in my hoes
Make they high heels fall off
You got me? the fuck-up
If you think I'm goin soft
On ya I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes
Bitch, get up off your toes
And get my six-four ? My name, you bounced
So you might as well break bread
And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head
My name is Billy Loco and this is my opinion
I'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion
Be-b-b-b- atch!
I don't save or pray, or? clothes
All I really wanna do is win the game
Fuck hoes!
In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa
With a killa
And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law
See it all comes down to
Who's quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention
Ridin off in a hearse
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand dollar bitches wanna pop
The pussy for free
The disfunctional member of the
Alkoholik family tree
Frequently bang bitches, Wu Tang, Killer Bee
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda
At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna
For the cheese
Got you down on your hands and knees
After that we kick back and
Burn up some trees mad shout
Cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatin
I'm an Alkoholic and I'm late for my meeting
(Come on, Like that)