Chris Br-eezy I ... see ya da-da Ya, right off the bat I'm a mack We can get it poppin, we can get it crack-in' And if your man is whack And if
on and poppin', ooh Shawty, shawty She wearin' her hair, she breakin' them jeans She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it She keep it on and poppin' Oh, poppin
his, Ca$his [Eminem:] Yeah! [Ca$his:] King Mathers [Eminem:] C'MON! [Ca$his:] Pistol poppin, come get me nigga! (echoes) (Chorus: Ca$his) Pistol poppin
When niggas get to poppin' When niggas get to poppin' Get, get down, get, get, g-get, get down Get down, get, get, g-get When niggas get to poppin'
it poppin' C'mon, let's get it jumpin' C'mon, let's get it poppin' C'mon, let, let's get it jumpin' C'mon, let's get it poppin' C'mon, let's get it
' money, bank roll, supersized whether rain, sleet, sunny let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming [Chorus] [Verse 2- Drake] Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar Now ever since I can remember I been workin
never be mine Oh, I need you Mary Poppins Like the world needs a way Oh, maybe Mary Poppins We'll get there someday I believe in Mary Poppins We just
Ya I see ya Over there with your crew Shawty get it I can get it like we do Got it lowkey poppin over here, ya x3 It's lowkey poppin over here ya [
I used to jump when you called And I would cry when you leave I had to plan every move Just to keep you pleased Now I don't care no more About nothing
Who's that whisperin' in the trees? It's two sailors and they're on leave Pipes and chains and swingin' hands Who's your Daddy? Yes I am Fat cat came
All aboard [Foreign content] Well, the Ding-Dong Daddy of the D-car line Had a thing for the ladies for which he did time He reaped a little more than
Mamma married a big asshole Whiskey bottles on the floor He just keeps on watchin' TV Stepchild tired of being poor Kitchen smells like rotten garbage
little taste of Heaven And he only wants to hold your hand Because I know, you know and he knows I'm your Cherry Poppin' Daddy man Good God, Cherry Poppin
Hear my voice, where you are Take a train, steal a car Hop a freight, grab a star Come back to me Catch a flame, catch a breeze On your hands, on your
He's a friend to all the stars Made a fortune selling cars Not beyond a little sleaze He's Mister White Keys Wifey loves the tanning booth Just a little