Ultramagnetic MC’s - Pop Bottles lyrics
[Ultramagnetic MC’s - Pop Bottles lyrics]
Koooooooooool Keith echoes ced Gee echoes
Are y'all still doin that same stuff?
I be that picky wicky
Bars spit the licky licky grab the crowd
Your girl think I'm Pretty Ricky
She show me the titties
They small and they itty bitty
Roam the city, walk around like I'm P diddy
Cap the glitty
Hit the buttcrack with a fifty
Pick up the hush, drop it down when I bust
I know it's us, I stomp and I Cold Crush
The gold rush
The weed go out, they lean, blow dust
With no fuss, bust
Reachin and growin, peachfuzz
Your chicks fuss and fight
You grab pens and bite
I might give you some hype I like, like like
THAT'S NOT RIGHT!'! Super son
Freaks say I sound like A-KONNNNN
They give me they drawers from Avon
Power floss, pop bottles
Uptown the boss - bottles
Power floss, pop bottles
Uptown the boss - pop bottles
Power floss, bottles
Uptown the boss - pop bottles
Power floss, bottles
Uptown the boss - bottles
Power floss, pop bottles
Girl tonight
Nobody's drinking Dom and Crisssst'
We dismissss
Y'all don't know about that crugs glugs
Dismiss nil, get your cupssss
Get your cupsssss
Get your cupssss, get your cupssssssss
(Yo Ced, give 'em a cup)
Yeah, that's how we doin it uhh
Yeah, here we go yeah
I flip the beat, rocks the beat
Hypes the beat wait a minute, stop the beat
A lot of cats talk, can't stay with me
Can't flow with me
The cat who gave you Crist' with poetry
You knowin me, yes I'm true indeed
I'm up to speed
Like Keith told you cats, it's the melody
It's a part of me, I want you to see
So ma won't you just stayyyyyyyyyy
I'm not Jodeci, I can't sing for thee
But, I got 16 for your ass, pure braggin D
So check the track, check the stores
Check the box, check the Pod, oh my God
Wooooo'! This track's retard, simply hard
We pullin everybody's card, don't disregard
Course we up to par, like Tiger Woods
But we drivin better cars
Pop bottles bottles
Pop bottles pop bottles
Bottles pop bottles
Bottles bottles
Pop bottles
Are y'all still doin that same stuff?
I be that picky wicky
Bars spit the licky licky grab the crowd
Your girl think I'm Pretty Ricky
She show me the titties
They small and they itty bitty
Roam the city, walk around like I'm P diddy
Cap the glitty
Hit the buttcrack with a fifty
Pick up the hush, drop it down when I bust
I know it's us, I stomp and I Cold Crush
The gold rush
The weed go out, they lean, blow dust
With no fuss, bust
Reachin and growin, peachfuzz
Your chicks fuss and fight
You grab pens and bite
I might give you some hype I like, like like
THAT'S NOT RIGHT!'! Super son
Freaks say I sound like A-KONNNNN
They give me they drawers from Avon
Power floss, pop bottles
Uptown the boss - bottles
Power floss, pop bottles
Uptown the boss - pop bottles
Power floss, bottles
Uptown the boss - pop bottles
Power floss, bottles
Uptown the boss - bottles
Power floss, pop bottles
Girl tonight
Nobody's drinking Dom and Crisssst'
We dismissss
Y'all don't know about that crugs glugs
Dismiss nil, get your cupssss
Get your cupsssss
Get your cupssss, get your cupssssssss
(Yo Ced, give 'em a cup)
Yeah, that's how we doin it uhh
Yeah, here we go yeah
I flip the beat, rocks the beat
Hypes the beat wait a minute, stop the beat
A lot of cats talk, can't stay with me
Can't flow with me
The cat who gave you Crist' with poetry
You knowin me, yes I'm true indeed
I'm up to speed
Like Keith told you cats, it's the melody
It's a part of me, I want you to see
So ma won't you just stayyyyyyyyyy
I'm not Jodeci, I can't sing for thee
But, I got 16 for your ass, pure braggin D
So check the track, check the stores
Check the box, check the Pod, oh my God
Wooooo'! This track's retard, simply hard
We pullin everybody's card, don't disregard
Course we up to par, like Tiger Woods
But we drivin better cars
Pop bottles bottles
Pop bottles pop bottles
Bottles pop bottles
Bottles bottles
Pop bottles