Song | Poppin' Off |
Artist | Xzibit |
Album | Full Circle |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Abdul-Rahman, Blake, Joiner ... | |
Artist:Xzibit/Dj Quik | |
[Chorus] | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off | |
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She'll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off | |
[Xzibit] | |
Uh-uh, I know you gettin' high | |
cause you keep on starin' and your eyes don't lie | |
That shit you wearin' and your friends keep darin' | |
There's enough to go around and they don't mind sharin' | |
Get between your thighs, make ya exercise | |
You ain't gotta waste no time with no 'fuck me' eyes | |
I'm like all day long up in ya | |
Take a break, make a drink, roll the 'wood, let the games continue | |
Uh, (you make me so hot) - you better than the rest of them bitches | |
I'll bang your back out in every position | |
I never listen to the shit niggaz say | |
How you're easy to spread, like to pop pills and fuck all day | |
But baby that's alright with me | |
If you thinkin' long-term, bitch that's what it ain't gon' be | |
So just shake what your mamma gave ya | |
And I'ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya | |
[Chorus] | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off | |
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She'll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off | |
[DJ Quik] | |
Now riddle me this... | |
Whenever I hit her hard in the middle she piss | |
Do I take that as normal and watch her play with her tits? | |
I'm confused, I feel so used - and I got the dick | |
Now what am I doin' here? | |
She tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir | |
And that's kinda weird to me | |
I guess this ol' fuck session ain't what it appear to be | |
Because the concierge has just brought the bill to me | |
I go 200 miles per hour on a street bike | |
And 9-0 beats per minute on a sweet mic | |
Whenever I get with bitches I lose a little somethin' | |
Sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin' | |
Xzibit we got it flowin', don't even approach us, you only get roaches | |
How you gon' smoke with us nigga when you can't even focus | |
Cause we don't break bread with bitches, we take head from bitches | |
Cause niggaz be gettin' dead from bitches for bein' | |
[Chorus] | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off | |
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She'll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off | |
[King Tee] | |
This big black baracuda type nigga | |
Last of the old coupe pack type niggaz | |
Last of the honcho and Flint type niggaz | |
Big Tweet, Big Pete, pimp type figgas | |
It's like a jungle and I'm King Tee the tyrant | |
Demandin' all bitches stay silent - fuck snitchin' | |
I'm the violent - pilot for your child hall riot | |
Where niggaz pull swords like pirates | |
Hoes get i-rit, I mean irate | |
Tee-la let a bitch eat, put some dick on her plate | |
You better get yo' ass some muscle and go hustle | |
Get up on the grind, stop fuckin' with mine | |
For the umpteenth time, I'm a baller by nature | |
Schooled by the best, fuck a hater | |
Never lay low, let 'em know, out of mind, out of sight | |
But for damn sure you'll catch me with the homies tonight | |
We just - | |
[Chorus] | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off | |
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She'll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off |
zuo ci : AbdulRahman, Blake, Joiner ... | |
Artist: Xzibit Dj Quik | |
Chorus | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off | |
Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She' ll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off | |
Xzibit | |
Uhuh, I know you gettin' high | |
cause you keep on starin' and your eyes don' t lie | |
That shit you wearin' and your friends keep darin' | |
There' s enough to go around and they don' t mind sharin' | |
Get between your thighs, make ya exercise | |
You ain' t gotta waste no time with no ' fuck me' eyes | |
I' m like all day long up in ya | |
Take a break, make a drink, roll the ' wood, let the games continue | |
Uh, you make me so hot you better than the rest of them bitches | |
I' ll bang your back out in every position | |
I never listen to the shit niggaz say | |
How you' re easy to spread, like to pop pills and fuck all day | |
But baby that' s alright with me | |
If you thinkin' longterm, bitch that' s what it ain' t gon' be | |
So just shake what your mamma gave ya | |
And I' ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya | |
Chorus | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off | |
Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She' ll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off | |
DJ Quik | |
Now riddle me this... | |
Whenever I hit her hard in the middle she piss | |
Do I take that as normal and watch her play with her tits? | |
I' m confused, I feel so used and I got the dick | |
Now what am I doin' here? | |
She tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir | |
And that' s kinda weird to me | |
I guess this ol' fuck session ain' t what it appear to be | |
Because the concierge has just brought the bill to me | |
I go 200 miles per hour on a street bike | |
And 90 beats per minute on a sweet mic | |
Whenever I get with bitches I lose a little somethin' | |
Sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin' | |
Xzibit we got it flowin', don' t even approach us, you only get roaches | |
How you gon' smoke with us nigga when you can' t even focus | |
Cause we don' t break bread with bitches, we take head from bitches | |
Cause niggaz be gettin' dead from bitches for bein' | |
Chorus | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off | |
Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She' ll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off | |
King Tee | |
This big black baracuda type nigga | |
Last of the old coupe pack type niggaz | |
Last of the honcho and Flint type niggaz | |
Big Tweet, Big Pete, pimp type figgas | |
It' s like a jungle and I' m King Tee the tyrant | |
Demandin' all bitches stay silent fuck snitchin' | |
I' m the violent pilot for your child hall riot | |
Where niggaz pull swords like pirates | |
Hoes get irit, I mean irate | |
Teela let a bitch eat, put some dick on her plate | |
You better get yo' ass some muscle and go hustle | |
Get up on the grind, stop fuckin' with mine | |
For the umpteenth time, I' m a baller by nature | |
Schooled by the best, fuck a hater | |
Never lay low, let ' em know, out of mind, out of sight | |
But for damn sure you' ll catch me with the homies tonight | |
We just | |
Chorus | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off | |
Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She' ll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off |
zuò cí : AbdulRahman, Blake, Joiner ... | |
Artist: Xzibit Dj Quik | |
Chorus | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off | |
Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She' ll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off | |
Xzibit | |
Uhuh, I know you gettin' high | |
cause you keep on starin' and your eyes don' t lie | |
That shit you wearin' and your friends keep darin' | |
There' s enough to go around and they don' t mind sharin' | |
Get between your thighs, make ya exercise | |
You ain' t gotta waste no time with no ' fuck me' eyes | |
I' m like all day long up in ya | |
Take a break, make a drink, roll the ' wood, let the games continue | |
Uh, you make me so hot you better than the rest of them bitches | |
I' ll bang your back out in every position | |
I never listen to the shit niggaz say | |
How you' re easy to spread, like to pop pills and fuck all day | |
But baby that' s alright with me | |
If you thinkin' longterm, bitch that' s what it ain' t gon' be | |
So just shake what your mamma gave ya | |
And I' ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya | |
Chorus | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off | |
Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She' ll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off | |
DJ Quik | |
Now riddle me this... | |
Whenever I hit her hard in the middle she piss | |
Do I take that as normal and watch her play with her tits? | |
I' m confused, I feel so used and I got the dick | |
Now what am I doin' here? | |
She tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir | |
And that' s kinda weird to me | |
I guess this ol' fuck session ain' t what it appear to be | |
Because the concierge has just brought the bill to me | |
I go 200 miles per hour on a street bike | |
And 90 beats per minute on a sweet mic | |
Whenever I get with bitches I lose a little somethin' | |
Sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin' | |
Xzibit we got it flowin', don' t even approach us, you only get roaches | |
How you gon' smoke with us nigga when you can' t even focus | |
Cause we don' t break bread with bitches, we take head from bitches | |
Cause niggaz be gettin' dead from bitches for bein' | |
Chorus | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off | |
Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She' ll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off | |
King Tee | |
This big black baracuda type nigga | |
Last of the old coupe pack type niggaz | |
Last of the honcho and Flint type niggaz | |
Big Tweet, Big Pete, pimp type figgas | |
It' s like a jungle and I' m King Tee the tyrant | |
Demandin' all bitches stay silent fuck snitchin' | |
I' m the violent pilot for your child hall riot | |
Where niggaz pull swords like pirates | |
Hoes get irit, I mean irate | |
Teela let a bitch eat, put some dick on her plate | |
You better get yo' ass some muscle and go hustle | |
Get up on the grind, stop fuckin' with mine | |
For the umpteenth time, I' m a baller by nature | |
Schooled by the best, fuck a hater | |
Never lay low, let ' em know, out of mind, out of sight | |
But for damn sure you' ll catch me with the homies tonight | |
We just | |
Chorus | |
In the club drinkin' with all my homies | |
And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off | |
Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me | |
It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off | |
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' | |
She' ll tell you we poppin' off | |
Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' | |
They know we be poppin' off |