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Pop It Lyrics - Singles - Drag On

Yo, who want it with us? Y'all niggas not fuckin' wit us 

Y'all hoppin' Nimrods, we holdin' on up under the truck 

We caked out, we all got cars so when we wake up in the mornin' 

We race out but first blow the place out 

 

It gets outrageous, to all my thug niggas 

Throw your sets up and spit y'all razors 

I hop in to spin out, I'm 'The opposite of H2O' 

So in the year 2000 the lights woulda never went out 

 

Plus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it off 

'Cuz I'm fire, so every few seconds, I take it off 

I'm lightweight, I let y'all throw them dumbbells 

I just throw back them dumb dumb shells to make y'all run well 

 

I shoot dummies, blast backs 

Money gassed up while I'ma open this tank, yo pass me the shank 

I blackout, swipe 'em like a credit card 'til I max out 

And that's just to let y'all know that Drag is back now 

 

Now all my motherfuckin' peoples say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon 

 

Now all my motherfuckin' peoples say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon 

 

Y'all keep pushin' that wack shit out there, y'all unable 

Drag's like jumper cables, negative and a positive 

Y'all ain't gon' feel shit 'til y'all get a lot of this 

I don't care about y'all hatin' niggas, my moms is part of this 

 

She looks at herself and says I got all this 

'Cuz I drop them hits that make y'all chumps don't drop shit 

Drag straps up when he get up in his women 

Put somethin' long in the booty, have 'em switchin' different 

 

I snatch niggas wife to show 'em the light 

Give 'em dick then I'm hittin' the switch 

And while she snorin', she don't know I'm gone by the mornin' 

Back to the corner 'til that blue van come up, my hands is cuffed 

 

Whose fingers stay numb from rollin' up? 

Who finger fucks chicks 'til they throwin' up? 

Whose fingerprints cops keep showin' up? 

'Cuz who that kid always ride and is throwin' truck 

 

Now all my motherfuckin' peoples say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon 

 

Now all my motherfuckin' peoples say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon 

 

Yo, yo, I just take a strong pull and strike the match on niggas 

I spit lit candles and drop hot wax on niggas 

My middle name Jason that means I'm capable of throwin' a mass on 

And ax niggas, y'all better ask niggas 

 

First name Mel, I mean that's what them checks say 

When they come in the mail, make bank tellers cum on theyself 

Count it fast ma, we all professionals here, how's it feel knowin' 

I'm walkin' outta here with what you get in a year 

 

I'm rude to a bitch but y'all niggas get out the street 

Act like you don't see this black jeep and get some flat feet 

Y'all rock gators, we straight problems 

We rock our Timbs half O's, laces like our dogs got 'em 

 

Fuck it, for 2 minutes let 'em play wit a new pair 

I got enough spares to flood the block with footwear 

Pockets like a blimp, shit it's been a good year 

Where my ruff ryders, we still in here 

 

Now all my motherfuckin' peoples say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon 

 

Now all my motherfuckin' peoples say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon 

 

Now all my motherfuckin' peoples say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon 

 

Now all my motherfuckin' peoples say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say yeah, yeah 

Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon 

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Copyright: Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner

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