Lyrics:
yo' potnah still
[E-40]
(Pop ya collar!) It's all from the wrist
(Pop ya collar!) Been poppin my collar since Moby was a goldfish..
.. leavin 'em
yo' potnah still
[E-40]
(Pop ya collar!) It's all from the wrist
(Pop ya collar!) Been poppin my collar since Moby was a goldfish..
.. leavin 'em
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game
[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game
[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D
(Don't stop, pop that, don't stop)
(Pop that pop that pop that)
Drop that pussy bitch
What ya twerkin' wit'?
I'm young Papi
Champagne they know
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
for a swallow
Pop this pill then I pop my collar
Park this shit then I toss a couple dollars
Instagram, gon' post for some follows
I've been in
from the Dogg House
Where all my West Coast niggas at?
Now pop ya collar to dis (We in here)
And pop ya collar to dat
(We in this muthafucka)
Where my
I'm still forty with the forty close
In the 840 playin' new E-40
With some horny hoes
(Yeah) Finally, y'all been waiting
To hear a verse for
drunk and run up in yo' best friend
[s] we pop bra straps
[e] we pop collars
[s] we bout that scrilla scratch
[e] we bout them dollars
[s] it ain't
walls in your motherfuckin' daughter
M-O-S, S-I-E
M-U-G, and K-I-V
Always to' with E-4-0
Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store
Motherfuckers
Money and E-40, ya undersmell that?
East coast West Coast connection, y'know
Sick Wid It Records, the new millineum ballers
Ya undersmell me? Where
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
worst days, be my best
All my worst days, be my best
Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo)
Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo)
Pop
Errybody say I look like E 40
The way I move and grind like E 40
From the gutta ughhh to a bad shorty
Now I got a empire you can't afford me
I'm the young bishop don juan that stripped ya for your hoes
So if I throw a dollar to ya scream hallelujah
While I grab the neck of my robe and pop
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
[E-40]
Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie
Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt County grass
With dis sleazy from Union
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
was a, newcomer, turned out by Vera Wang
GiGi Hana, mesmerized by my slang
I pop my collar one time (one time)
Got control of yo' mind (mind)
Never
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
a gang of bad bitches by his feet
But now, that he's, locked away
He can't get no love on visiting today
Holla holla, pop yo' collar
Shit a nigga just
For niggas that ain't right.. they get it upon sight
If ya know me.. then you'll no way.. pop away
Cock and pop again.. baby.. men will be men
I spit
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