Raekwon - Pop Shit Lyrics

Writer(s) : WOODS, COREY / AMERICAN CREAM TEAM, / BOWENS, NAHEEM B. / HARRISON, MICHAEL
Artist: Raekwon Lyrics
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Album: Track 18 on Immobilarity
Rate: Pop Shit gets avg. rating 5.3 out of 10 based on 6 ratings. Rate the song now!!!

[Conversation]:

Keep everything on
Blaze always
***** this only nineteen thousand
(yo check this **** out)
I want my thousand dollars now
I don't give a ****
I went up in the club
And like a thousand *****s
A thousand chicks
Was doing the James Brown
Get the **** out of here
I'm like oh ****
You lying, you lying
**** was real son
Stop lying man
Cream Team walked in
We started doing it
Wild man
Feel me?
So what happened, let me on

[Verse]:

Aiyyo, aiyyo
E-lec-tric slide on them *****z
Drive by on them *****z
Show'em that killas is live and fly figures
Fruit-flavored Nikes
Now I'm in a six hundred white piece
Send half my love out to wif-e
Fillin out tax reports
Lookin live up in Guess shorts
*****es show love and support
Table teaspoons
Fake goons with balloons **** it out
Make room
How them *****s ate strait tunes yo
Horror flick scriptures
Godfather flicks
Superfriends equal foul *****s
Bar miss you'll flip yo
Aim the nozzle
With the head brace the bottle
Get your dang licked
Six thousand square feet
Paid ****
Stretch Auroras in Florida
Kilo's comin out of water
Watch me slaughter
Take your daughter over yo
Space ****
Boat across your ****
Cargo ****
Well Fargo got Renaldos ****
Reclining chair
Drunk billionaire
Willie like a bear
The whole block suck **** on a leap year
No remorse
Heavy plaque red and white
Eddie Bauer jaws
Bout the ***** smack five out of yours
Pens bleeding
Got my **** soft
Figure like Ike Frost
Icy chain
Cop and hangin on a horse
Lames laws
Got your name crossed
You cannot claim boss
Unless he kiss braid hair
That ain't yours
Fly statistics lystics
Slang optimistic
Two bats a tie and a biscuit
Kissed it
Mmm-aa
Diamond on the wrist kid
Misfit
Bought it like a ten dollar outfit
Pop **** get your house lit
Strait up
The route mouse ****
Get your style ****
I announced it
Slang lordy yo
Staring at my man Gordy Laury
The ***** bought'em on
She'll reward me
Flossed it, cost it, tossed it
The same Main Source ****
You at the "BBQ" eatin horse ****
Sneak up link up
***** tie your sneaker
You wink what
Speed it up
Caught you in that beated-up truck it was luck
**** page your uncle thirty bucks
Ran in your ****
Blew you with your hands in your nuts
Louis
that's the same crew as those
Milliwakee brewers
Rocking Wu shoes with Kaoluas
Time for lotti
Bald Gotti here
don't make me throw shots trough your body
Everybody out of here
that's my word
God through Shakespeare 'ere
Take me there
Get your fastened
And take clear
Its so real we might face years
Cuddled up in HDM's
Chill baby on and a ***** here
You start screamin and your scared
And shorty came on last year
And lapped danced my man for a wack pair
ill I smell it in your hair
My faculties remained clear
***** in a refrigerator back here
Damn watch your mouth
Hear it on the air
Like a grand prize
Freak ***** that taps ****


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