Poppin' Them Collars Lyrics - Master P

[Snoop Dogg & (Master P) talking] 

Hey yo (Ghetto Postage) 

Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin' collar 

(With a lil' West Coast twist on it) 

(Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' collars] 

[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs] 

Pop those collars 

Pop those collars 

Pop those collars 

That's the just the way we do it 

Pop those collars 

We changed the game 

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[Snoop] 

Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho 

Sippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0 

Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane 

Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game 

An every nigga in my click got the platinum chain 

Blang, blang Doggy's Angel's same thang 

Eastsidaz same thang, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane 

[Master P & Snoop together] 

Cause game recognize game and we got it 

No Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up 

We bang bang 

[Snoop] 

On this music that we make ho 

In the cars, the clubs, or when we smoke dope 

We drop that shit for you kin folk 

And poor folks no joke, loc loc 

Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke 

And pop ya motherfuckin' collar till ya break ya back loc 

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[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs] 

[Master P] 

Ah dog we off the heezy 

Snoop and P together for cheesy 

Poppin' collars from the South to the Wizest 

We off, see the tank around our nizeck 

We O.G. show me love 

And the Baker Boys started the buzz 

Now we California livin' like Dre and Pac 

And them No Limit boys, see we can't be stopped 

Me and E-Feezy go way on the bizack 

Remember Baby D, TRU it and Prizack 

My essay homie, chop chop got the dizope 

While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast 

I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me 

Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy 

Roll up to Eastside back to the West 

Represent Richmond, California to the South, respect 

[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs] 

[Snoop] 

I'll bless you before I diss you 

Y'all miss me, shit I miss you 

So sweet, so sure but so low 

So just let it all go, serious we sick of this 

Dog homie, ask ya kids they put chu' up on it 

On the corners they poppin' they collars 

While back in the days, shit niggas used to stack they dollars 

Make a nigga wanna holler 

Playas, pimp, p-poppers, impersonators 

Real rip riders, Eastsidaz and regulators 

Haters come in all shapes, sizes and colors 

But we on top of thangs so they can't get above us 

Hate us or love us, we rollin' with the heat huggers 

Thuggers, house party niggas fuck clubbers 

With anine in my pockets, poppin' my collar pushin' and shovin' 

[Hook with Master P & Snoop ad-libs to fade]