Shyheim, IMF Blue Steele - Poppin lyrics
[Shyheim, IMF Blue Steele - Poppin lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah big dog, yeah, yeah
IMF Blue, yeah one shot, yeah
Embassy, yeah big Lou, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah holla at me!
Alright, The IMF Blue is ready to go
When I put my chain on it's
Like I'm buried in snow (haha)
I gotta get Con Eddie to roll
Cuz when Con Eddie roll it's already a show
(We get it popping, popping, popping)
No joke, bro, roll, lemme smoke mo'
IMF is amazing, and move with a swagger
Don't leave on the pavement
Cuz he'll show you bastards
The reason ya hating
(We get it popping, popping, popping)
When I fall on the spot
I make sure I got my dogs to the spot
Cuz if not
Them niggas might be throwing some shots
And somebody might be calling the cops
Y'all just watch
(We get it popping, popping
Popping) Wherever we at
That's why you never ever let me react
I'm (popping, popping, popping) And I'm fleeing the scene
I do it big with just me and my team
We get it popping, popping, popping
And ain't no stopping him
The IMF keep on rocking it
Listening, ain't no stopping INF
Now, I tried to hop skip to the bar
But the club was so big
How you get to the bar?
Damn, I got a pocket full of jars
A thicky so raw but I need a cigar
(We get it popping, popping
Popping) Nothing but ass out
A lot of niggas getting they
Blunt rolled or passed out
(We get it popping, popping, popping)
And I'm up in the spot
Got my cup filled up to the top
And you should know if I'm there
I'm sipping something
I got the whole party, bop dipping jumping
It's (popping, popping, popping) We got the vans wrapped
Lou's in front of the club
Like where my man's at
(Popping, popping, popping) But
We in already, we all posted
Look at the itinerary
(popping, popping, popping)
Now I'm trying to score
Now I already got my eyes on a whore
And I ain't got time to throw game to a slut
Nope, I pull her to the side and
Say the name of my truck
Now, we dove outside of the spot
I'm drunk, moving side to side with a bop
I just finished taking pulls of that raw
And Grant spilled a whole cup on my velour
It's (popping, popping, popping) And I ain't mad at that
Mami got a big ol' butt, I'm a stab at that
Asked her was she coming with me?
She did the cabbage patch
Got a lot of karets with me
So where ya rappers at?
(popping, popping, popping) We all
Benzes, all be pigeons, y'all all get in
This (popping, popping, popping) Don't stand still
You know you want it
Why you looking in my man grill?
Come on, ma', you in his face for real
Cuz his earring's looking like
A baseball field but, it's
(popping, popping, popping) So we cruising
Doing what we doing
You know I ditch, tell a bitch, "Quick
Hold my dick"
And pull off in a 46, we pop shit
IMF Blue, yeah one shot, yeah
Embassy, yeah big Lou, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah holla at me!
Alright, The IMF Blue is ready to go
When I put my chain on it's
Like I'm buried in snow (haha)
I gotta get Con Eddie to roll
Cuz when Con Eddie roll it's already a show
(We get it popping, popping, popping)
No joke, bro, roll, lemme smoke mo'
IMF is amazing, and move with a swagger
Don't leave on the pavement
Cuz he'll show you bastards
The reason ya hating
(We get it popping, popping, popping)
When I fall on the spot
I make sure I got my dogs to the spot
Cuz if not
Them niggas might be throwing some shots
And somebody might be calling the cops
Y'all just watch
(We get it popping, popping
Popping) Wherever we at
That's why you never ever let me react
I'm (popping, popping, popping) And I'm fleeing the scene
I do it big with just me and my team
We get it popping, popping, popping
And ain't no stopping him
The IMF keep on rocking it
Listening, ain't no stopping INF
Now, I tried to hop skip to the bar
But the club was so big
How you get to the bar?
Damn, I got a pocket full of jars
A thicky so raw but I need a cigar
(We get it popping, popping
Popping) Nothing but ass out
A lot of niggas getting they
Blunt rolled or passed out
(We get it popping, popping, popping)
And I'm up in the spot
Got my cup filled up to the top
And you should know if I'm there
I'm sipping something
I got the whole party, bop dipping jumping
It's (popping, popping, popping) We got the vans wrapped
Lou's in front of the club
Like where my man's at
(Popping, popping, popping) But
We in already, we all posted
Look at the itinerary
(popping, popping, popping)
Now I'm trying to score
Now I already got my eyes on a whore
And I ain't got time to throw game to a slut
Nope, I pull her to the side and
Say the name of my truck
Now, we dove outside of the spot
I'm drunk, moving side to side with a bop
I just finished taking pulls of that raw
And Grant spilled a whole cup on my velour
It's (popping, popping, popping) And I ain't mad at that
Mami got a big ol' butt, I'm a stab at that
Asked her was she coming with me?
She did the cabbage patch
Got a lot of karets with me
So where ya rappers at?
(popping, popping, popping) We all
Benzes, all be pigeons, y'all all get in
This (popping, popping, popping) Don't stand still
You know you want it
Why you looking in my man grill?
Come on, ma', you in his face for real
Cuz his earring's looking like
A baseball field but, it's
(popping, popping, popping) So we cruising
Doing what we doing
You know I ditch, tell a bitch, "Quick
Hold my dick"
And pull off in a 46, we pop shit