Lyrics:
Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle be Bellisle
(Here in Detriot)
Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
Yeah Wes
on me cost 5 bands
Margiella stepping cuz I'm royal
If I put bands on yo head that collar gon pop like some foil
Walk em down and leave em soiled
If I
Pop yo' shit
Who pop that shit better than me?
I been poppin'
If it ain't Dram, then it's a nah (Dramatic)
Ain't no replacements
Yuh, let me
me get mine
(E-40) Causin' havoc sparkin' up chaos
Bringin' the ruckus heavy metal heaters
Mobb, under buckets
If ya can't beat us
me get mine
(E-40) Causin' havoc sparkin' up chaos
Bringin' the ruckus heavy metal heaters
Mobb, under buckets
If ya can't beat us
nod I pop that
(E) Enigma, my stigmata, baby mama hollering
(Y) Yung Christ, baby, I was sent here just to die
Bubble bath and get my .44 up off
crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills
We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we
crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills
We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we
thought you knew
I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock em all up
the girls strait jock ya kno
Dogg pound make the world go round
Long beach keep puttin it down wit that west coast sound
Pop lockin in my rolls royce,
- ya bugging
Warned ya, I'm dropping bops - you loving
Now it's starting to pop off - we thugging
What? WE THUGGIN
We won't stop ' it's just how we do
Hit me soon
Might have to dip at noon
Fuck by twos
Broke but the rent still due
Pop my collar
Then pop up on you
True, true, true, true, true, true,
Gucci to death, I'm really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin' myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it's Gucci)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci
this baller?
What you gonna do with this baller?
[E-40]
What you gonna do when I bend the block (bend the block)?
Pull up on that ass in a brand
heads give you head
If it's money, bout them dollas
Jack your stacks and pop your collars
[Verse 1: E-40]
Ooooh, fa shiggedel
So slick, so sly, so
on a five on the five wouldja biddle on a
Thirty dollar five on a five would ya biddle on a five wouldja biddle on a
Thirty five.
Well there was a boy
have you fly you out to L.A
I know you wanna see me, no, I ain't gon' dodge ya
On top, pop my pussy like I pop my collar
Naked in the kitchen while
distance
You can be mad, but I hope you learn ya lesson
I be in my bag, I'm just waiting on the next one
I'm down to pop tags, pop a collar when I'm flexing
wait
I actually grew five times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism
Attack is for
the cabbage tree
Niggas mad at me and really ain't around me
For your anatomy it's fully automatically
[E-40 talking]
And I said to myself,
Ya know what
game, let's go)
Around here we pop them collars
Around here we get them dollars
Every girl I see that look right
A nigga like me just gotta holla
game, let's go)
Around here we pop them collars
Around here we get them dollars
Every girl I see that look right
A nigga like me just gotta holla
a mishap, push ya wig back
Where you go to get the fresh trim at
Four on the jake got the Timb rack
Blue collars metro carding it
Thugs mobbin it, form
mutha fucka
9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!)
Ya Capable (B-Legit!)
Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!)
All the pimps, playas
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