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method man - pussy pop lyrics

[method man]

it’s the meth in the house! ha, yeah, break it down.

[xzibit]

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; n-gg-s relyin on special effects
while the khakis and chronic, got the b-tches 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 d-ck in your mouth
lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherf-ckers who ain’t ready
to deal with the legendary
soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo
shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po

[chorus: method man]

round and round we go, it don’t stop
till we all get dough, c’mon, make it hot
baby girl to the p-ssy pop, p-ssy pop
lick shots for the p-ssy pop, pop, pop!
lookin good with your stink–ss
type of -ss make a n-gg- pull it over fast
make it hot, baby girl to p-ssy pop, p-ssy pop
lick shots for the p-ssy pop, pop pop!

[jayo felony]

well, you gotta pop the p-ssy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums
it’s the? bidulo gang? b-tch, we both want some
you got t-tties and -ss
but i got a d-ck and some cash
you ain’t talkin bout sh-t
then i’ma smash, b-tch
on three, on me, b-tch, you my property
daddy jayo felony, ain’t n-body stoppin me
and i said daddy, b-tch that’s what you gon’ call me
i ain’t no simp or a wimp
i’ma motherf-ckin pimp
tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off
you got me? the f-ck-up, if you think i’m goin soft
on ya; i’m hard on my hoes that’s how it goes
b-tch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four
? my name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread
and only dulo n-gg-s know, what’s 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!

[chorus]

[xzibit]

i don’t save or pray, or? clothes
all i really wanna do is win the game, f-ck 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 he-rs-
mister x to the you know me
thousand-dollar b-tches wanna pop the p-ssy for free
the disfunctional member of the alkoholik family tree
frequently bang b-tches, 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!)

[chorus]

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