| Song | Poppin' Off |
| Artist | Xzibit |
| Album | Full Circle |
| 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 |
| 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 |