Saigon - Pop Quiz (Multiple Choice) lyrics
[Saigon - Pop Quiz Multiple Choice lyrics]
First question for motherfuckers
That's spittin' this "I'm a thug shit"
You claim you blew out a nigga brain
Then what color was it?
A) Reddish like the dark
Shade of oxygenated blood
B) Brownish like water that's mixed
With dirt to make mud
C) Whitish like the man that created the
Virus to slay us or is it
D) Grayish like a gloomy and rainy day is
Second question strictly for players
So state your biz tell me exactly what the
Definition of player is
A) Duke that rock links
Flossin' the club and pop drinks
B) The jail nigga that stash the
Mop ringers and slop sinks
C) The rich rapper who depict
The pictures of bigger sixes
D) That broke nigga fuckin'
The richest nigga bitches
Movin' right along
Question number three is for the females
Never generalize, I'm into details
Other than the fact chicks is too
Quick to strip and spread
What is it exactly that make
A honey a chickenhead?
A) If she'll fuck her girl
Man on some shady shit
B) Go to clubs but'll leave
Her mother to babysit
C) Swap sex for materialistic objects
D) All of the above, love, you fucked up
The fourth question's a question
That still ig me
Who do y'all niggas think that
It was that killed Biggie?
A) Southside Crips cause Puffy
Owed 'em a grip b) Some crazy 'Pac fan that
Flipped and unloaded a clip
C) Missiles from pistols
From government officials
D) The same cat that came back
And then sang "I Miss You"
You never was a killa you never bust a gun
You never held the spot down
Was never on the run
You never lived my life you dead in the wrong
Cause you never did none of the shit
That you said in your song
With the strength of a hundred baboons
I'll beat your eyes black
As a fuckin' raccoon's
Leave you covered with stab wounds
Dead in a public bathroom
You like to tighten your face
And cuss when you spit
Know what I noticed? That tough shit
Is just when you spit
I couldn't picture you bustin' a clip
I could see you suckin' a dick or
Probably getting fucked with a stick
Drama with me, son, your baby mama will be
Found in the woods
Hangin' by her thong from a tree
You spit my life and won an award
But, you can't get my stripes cause you
The type to run in a war
Slung jums in front of the
Store done it before held guns
I'm talkin' at least a hundred or more
Should put a gun to your jaw
To one of your whores
Fuck under the covers we all
Lovers under the floor
You never was a killa you never bust a gun
You never held the spot down
Was never on the run
You never lived my life you dead in the wrong
Cause you never did none of the shit
That you said in your song
Word is bond, word is bond
Abandoned Nation, we up in
This bitch, nahmean, 2k
Niggas is outta jail
Niggas is coming for niggas heads nahmean
All these fake ass MCs advocating
Real niggas lives and shit
Like it's some sweet sheet, nahmean?
Shit is, shit is, shit is aggravating god
Word up man
Big up my nigga Shyne son, word up
Hold your head man
I'ma make sure niggas take care
Of you up north son
You never was a killa, you never bust a gun
You never held the spot down
Was never on the run
So why you wanna live fucked up like us?
If they convict J and Puff
Good luck on Rikers
That's spittin' this "I'm a thug shit"
You claim you blew out a nigga brain
Then what color was it?
A) Reddish like the dark
Shade of oxygenated blood
B) Brownish like water that's mixed
With dirt to make mud
C) Whitish like the man that created the
Virus to slay us or is it
D) Grayish like a gloomy and rainy day is
Second question strictly for players
So state your biz tell me exactly what the
Definition of player is
A) Duke that rock links
Flossin' the club and pop drinks
B) The jail nigga that stash the
Mop ringers and slop sinks
C) The rich rapper who depict
The pictures of bigger sixes
D) That broke nigga fuckin'
The richest nigga bitches
Movin' right along
Question number three is for the females
Never generalize, I'm into details
Other than the fact chicks is too
Quick to strip and spread
What is it exactly that make
A honey a chickenhead?
A) If she'll fuck her girl
Man on some shady shit
B) Go to clubs but'll leave
Her mother to babysit
C) Swap sex for materialistic objects
D) All of the above, love, you fucked up
The fourth question's a question
That still ig me
Who do y'all niggas think that
It was that killed Biggie?
A) Southside Crips cause Puffy
Owed 'em a grip b) Some crazy 'Pac fan that
Flipped and unloaded a clip
C) Missiles from pistols
From government officials
D) The same cat that came back
And then sang "I Miss You"
You never was a killa you never bust a gun
You never held the spot down
Was never on the run
You never lived my life you dead in the wrong
Cause you never did none of the shit
That you said in your song
With the strength of a hundred baboons
I'll beat your eyes black
As a fuckin' raccoon's
Leave you covered with stab wounds
Dead in a public bathroom
You like to tighten your face
And cuss when you spit
Know what I noticed? That tough shit
Is just when you spit
I couldn't picture you bustin' a clip
I could see you suckin' a dick or
Probably getting fucked with a stick
Drama with me, son, your baby mama will be
Found in the woods
Hangin' by her thong from a tree
You spit my life and won an award
But, you can't get my stripes cause you
The type to run in a war
Slung jums in front of the
Store done it before held guns
I'm talkin' at least a hundred or more
Should put a gun to your jaw
To one of your whores
Fuck under the covers we all
Lovers under the floor
You never was a killa you never bust a gun
You never held the spot down
Was never on the run
You never lived my life you dead in the wrong
Cause you never did none of the shit
That you said in your song
Word is bond, word is bond
Abandoned Nation, we up in
This bitch, nahmean, 2k
Niggas is outta jail
Niggas is coming for niggas heads nahmean
All these fake ass MCs advocating
Real niggas lives and shit
Like it's some sweet sheet, nahmean?
Shit is, shit is, shit is aggravating god
Word up man
Big up my nigga Shyne son, word up
Hold your head man
I'ma make sure niggas take care
Of you up north son
You never was a killa, you never bust a gun
You never held the spot down
Was never on the run
So why you wanna live fucked up like us?
If they convict J and Puff
Good luck on Rikers