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the bop

Push your back girl
Keep that thing rocking steady
By the look in your eyes
Yeah I can tell you ready
To do the bop girl
You ain't gotta be top

All-all these rappers on Instagram spending 30K on these jets
Keep fucking 'round with them fuck arounds, you gon' fuck around and be next
All-all

don't wanna be the messy
Not a rich nigga, I don't own a jet-ski
Wish a nigga would try to test me, ya neck piece
Looking like some clouds, nigga
Go ahead

be activated
Spin his block we get the location (Bop bop bop)
Pop em like a bottle it's a celebrity
I be with G's Ian talking bout masons
Fuck

laughing
Yardie runnin and ducking on Grafton
Don't run don't trip it gon be tragic
Chop bop how you die by a chop
Banga stop all the cap in yo rappin
Chop

ain't shit, held that
Keeping it real, spell that
Making it count with a bop so I hit that
Wouldn't be that dude
Might as well put your head through

Shop at DeMoulas
Rock with the truest cats on your block
Then bop to this
Come on, yeah, shop at DeMoulas
Rock with the truest cats on your block

Adventures of Super Rhymes

Jimmy Spicer

The Ultimate Hip-Hop Album

2008

to dance with them all that night
Cause at the break of dawn I saw sunlight
I said, "I'm sorry to say I cannot stay"
Cause us vampires must be in before

livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she

all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be

questions... it's proven
Solo Dot
He got bops
RMR and New Mali
We won't flop
Floors get mopped
Whenever he got drops
Be me not
Even if lives we swapped
Seen each

I don't change the chords anymore
The chords change by themselves

The time luxury affords any bore
Turns towards all the whistles and the bells

the tempo poundin' hard and fast

Let's keep dancing 'til the crack of dawn (crack of dawn)
There is no use livin' in the past
And tomorrow we may all be

Come through like a zombie
Tryna be alive
People like my songs, they say it's live
Every beat I like to come original
Not talking bout the Adidas

Dawn: I like how your body moves to the tempo
Keep it consistent, come on baby let's go			             You turning me on
Hook Diddy: I've been

Spoiled Rotten

Poison Clan

2 Low Life Muthas

1990

Verse 1
[Debonaire] Everybody that we see'll be shocked and stunned
            'Cause it's me, Debonaire, the man that's done

right there
This a bop
It's summertime now its hot
Roll the windows down and let it rock
And fuck a opp
I seen a drop
That I'd rather cop

Jet skis, palm

else you can burn
Let it burn till it's gone
Come around new dawn
 
Now you're flying up in the sky
Jet planes whizzing by
Gravity's got you in
You're

Bob Your Head

Run-D.M.C.

Back from Hell

1990

Bob your head 
Bob your head

As we bop on
To the break of dawn..
The non-stop hip-hop bop
Takes you on down
To the last, STOP!!		"ruff, ruff

a hunnid fucking some shots
Niggas pussy talking to the cops
If i catch em ima blow his top
Catch em loafing by his fucking bop
Ima kill em all in front that

Recycled Assassins

Xzibit

40 Dayz & 40 Nightz [Clean]

1998

was blind
So I find
Mankind is a serious threat
To another others kind when there's something to get
In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what

don't impress me from your set
I never claimed but pull more G's than a jet
Racist kops make the back of our shirts wet
Conglomerate as vigilantes

him hunnid percent
Takin' your bitch and i'm payin' her rent
We duckin' them opps, by takin' a jet
Don't play with my boys, make your dawg need a vet
We

in the field you get wet
Like arcane and that mole rat
From Chuck E cheese, nigga let's take it back
Caught flaggin' by the stove
Nigga hopped out