Method Man - ***** 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 topCause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spotand clown; Niggas relyin on special effectsWhile the khakis and chronic, got the *****es still breakin they neckMove the crowd without breakin a sweatTrend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deckCause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the setDon't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as keptAt a night club, talkin bout you don't go outAnd you tryin to got to school and make a certain amountBut the last part, I just couldn't figure it outI guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouthLightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by mother*****ers who ain't readyTo deal with the legendarySoopafly, emcee, and bullett logoShot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po[Chorus: Method Man]Round and round we go, it don't stopTill we all get dough, c'mon, make it hotBaby girl to the ***** pop, ***** popLick shots for the ***** pop, pop, pop!Lookin good with your stink-assType of ass make a nigga pull it over fastMake it hot, baby girl to ***** pop, ***** popLick shots for the ***** pop, pop pop![Jayo Felony]Well, you gotta pop the *****, get rid of the next with a name on your gumsIt's the ?Bidulo Gang? *****, we both want someYou got titties and assBut I got a dick and some cashYou ain't talkin bout shitThen I'ma smash, *****On three, on me, *****, you my propertyDaddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin meAnd I said daddy, ***** thats what you gon' call meI ain't no simp or a wimpI'ma mother*****in pimpTear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall offYou got me ? the *****-up, if you think I'm goin softon ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes*****, get up off your toes, and get my six-four? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break breadAnd only Dulo niggas know, whats the headMy name is Billy Loco and this is my opinionI'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religionBe-b-b-b- atch![Chorus][Xzibit]I don't save or pray, or ? clothesAll I really wanna do is win the game, ***** hoes!In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killaAnd a cocain dealer, layin low from the lawSee it all comes down to who's quick to draw firstPay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearseMister X to the you know meThousand-dollar *****es wanna pop the ***** for freeThe disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family treeFrequently bang *****es, Wu-Tang, Killer BeeHennessey on the rocks, with Pina ColodaAt the Ramada, make you work hard like DonnaFor the cheese, got you down on your hands and kneesAfter that we kick back and burn up some treesMad shout, cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatinI'm an Alkoholic and I'm late for my meeting(Come on, Like that!)[Chorus
