Pop Off Lyrics - Joe Budden

Give me a minute to get in it 

Give me a minute with one of your main bitches 

Mental fitness I demonstrate 

Right in front of your eyes 

Watch your bitch elevate from a five to a nine 

Confidence booster all in her mind 

And I'm checkin' every dollar and dime 

To the city where my committee chase titties and ass 

[Are you ready? Come with me] 

I'll show you where the check break fast 

And we bust heads fast 

If a nigga not in single file 

Run up on him single style 

Let the thing break him down 

You love my methods 

Take a nigga off the Earth if he on my shit list reckless 

The key copper 

Have to eat proper 

Bitches lookin' for guidance 

Had to be proper 

Tone Capone is the beat dropper 

The jump off is jumpin' off proper 

And it's about to get hotter 

Chorus: Keak Da Sneak 

[Come with me] 

Til it pop off 

And you better be ready for the jump off 

[Come with me] 

Til it pop off 

And you better be ready for the jump off 

[Come with me] 

Til it pop off 

And you better be ready for the jump off 

[Come with me] 

[Keak Da Sneak] 

I still rep Walnut Street in deep East Oakland 

The 100 block where you can your whole shit broken 

Like Mystikal "Still Smokin" 

The life ?? 

And rent free 

I never let nothin' live on my mind 

I gotta grind [grind], shine 

And fight for my grandma 

And don't do nothin' stupid like Hammer 

Til I go bankrupt 

Steady drinkin' til I finish my cup 

Then bust ya head before I shoot up the gut 

Fresh outta Folsom and proper beef injections 

Chosen selections 

'cause girl I ain't fuckin' without protection 

I'm harder than erection 

Teachers so you study your lessons 

And advise for that viewer discretion 

On a scale to 1 to 10 I get 11 

Give a toast to the pussy like Devin 

And beat it up off Sprite and Seagram 7 

I've plottin' on a way to get rich 

And keep bread out that cock 

And all the folks in the hood aimin' for head 

Shots of lead poppin' 

Situation's crucial 

And every nigga I'm wit is feelin' neutral 

Fuck takin' 10 paces 

And drawin' down 

This ain't no Western movie 

Roll a Swisher, pass it to Ric 

Sat the window wit the doobie 

I'm lookin' at booty 

Onion ass on the strip 

You fine but baby girl where your whip 

It's jumpin' off 

[Chorus] 

[Juvenile] 

While I'm outtie on the West 

I got the best weed 

And the best hoes 

I'm on the block at all times dressed in the best clothes 

My focus is money 'cause pussy come natural 

I only fuck wit those that can show me some collateral 

I deal 'em all off top 

I ain't a child molester or a killer 

I don't need why'all props 

Shit, if she wit me, she know what it is 

We hotellin' and you don't deserve to go to the crib 

If yo potna want to roll she can roll 

I ain't gotta touch 

I like to smoke and watch you freaky hoes 

And I could have my choice 

Enie, meenie, miney, mo 

Bust a nut, get the fuck 

Play it how it go 

My main ho called and told me she made some money 

I said "Bitch you ain't never come gave it to me!" 

How many woman now done want to get gangsta for me 

Gotta be willin' to get down on your hands and stomach 

[Are you ready?] 

[Chorus]