| Song | Thug Pop |
| Artist | David Lee Roth |
| Album | Diamond Dave |
| 作词 : Lowery, Roth | |
| Hands out to your big ass, | |
| Here's 100 beans a minute where the back says. | |
| Thug Pop. Thug Pop. | |
| Checks in people with her pants in a bunch, | |
| James Dean and Hermie Fox! | |
| (DLR scream) | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| People try to blame me, | |
| Poets try the same. | |
| I'm tryin to hear from the mildew | |
| to the barbeque on a hellbound train... | |
| Longshot? That's bitchin' | |
| Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen. | |
| Perhaps you know my name... | |
| I'm called: Thug Pop. Thug Pop. | |
| [VERSE 2] | |
| When the resurrection comes, | |
| there'll be a two drink minimum. | |
| Thug Pop. Thug Pop. | |
| Are you ready for some freestyle? | |
| Undress, stay awhile. | |
| All right, let's go to the back! | |
| Woo! | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| People try to blame me, | |
| Poets try the same. | |
| I'm tryin to hear from the mildew | |
| to the barbeque on a hellbound train... | |
| Longshot? That's bitchin' | |
| Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen. | |
| Perhaps you know my name... | |
| (musical interlude) | |
| (classic DLR screams) | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| People try to blame me, | |
| Poets try the same. | |
| I'm tryin to hear from the mildew | |
| to the barbeque on a hellbound train... | |
| Longshot? That's bitchin' | |
| Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen. | |
| Perhaps you know my name... | |
| I'm called: Thug Pop. | |
| Perhaps you know my name... | |
| Perhaps you know my name... | |
| I'm called: Thug Pop. |
| zuò cí : Lowery, Roth | |
| Hands out to your big ass, | |
| Here' s 100 beans a minute where the back says. | |
| Thug Pop. Thug Pop. | |
| Checks in people with her pants in a bunch, | |
| James Dean and Hermie Fox! | |
| DLR scream | |
| CHORUS | |
| People try to blame me, | |
| Poets try the same. | |
| I' m tryin to hear from the mildew | |
| to the barbeque on a hellbound train... | |
| Longshot? That' s bitchin' | |
| Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen. | |
| Perhaps you know my name... | |
| I' m called: Thug Pop. Thug Pop. | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| When the resurrection comes, | |
| there' ll be a two drink minimum. | |
| Thug Pop. Thug Pop. | |
| Are you ready for some freestyle? | |
| Undress, stay awhile. | |
| All right, let' s go to the back! | |
| Woo! | |
| CHORUS | |
| People try to blame me, | |
| Poets try the same. | |
| I' m tryin to hear from the mildew | |
| to the barbeque on a hellbound train... | |
| Longshot? That' s bitchin' | |
| Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen. | |
| Perhaps you know my name... | |
| musical interlude | |
| classic DLR screams | |
| CHORUS | |
| People try to blame me, | |
| Poets try the same. | |
| I' m tryin to hear from the mildew | |
| to the barbeque on a hellbound train... | |
| Longshot? That' s bitchin' | |
| Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen. | |
| Perhaps you know my name... | |
| I' m called: Thug Pop. | |
| Perhaps you know my name... | |
| Perhaps you know my name... | |
| I' m called: Thug Pop. |