put on a show, she do what I like Excuse me miss, what's your name I don't wanna tell you the same ol' thing Drop, drop it low, make, make it pop
, put on a show, she do what I like Excuse me miss, what's your name I don't wanna tell you the same ol' thing Drop, drop it low, make, make it pop,
Always kept it real never act like they ain't know me Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am Back in the days signed with that x band Me in the [? ] and that
m beatin like band wood, That black flag swag is part of my man hood, That pistol on that seat it's just keepin ya man good, I'll pop his top like drops
Everybody, scream Hands up in the air two times, here we go You gotta punch it three times, on the beat Whoo Four times in the air, both hands Whooooo Pop your head, pop
listener of 'Pop Go the Beatles,'" good lad, "and, please, tell the boys that all the girls in our office think it is a fab show. Thank you." Brian:
Yellow Gun Yellow Clip Fruity Gat Shoot It Back Crome Band Bitch Niggas What You Doing With That Take 'em Back Make 'em Pop A Bunch Of Pills
see me, invisible. I old school like Biblical, Futuristic next level, Never on that typical Will I stop I never know... I ain't gonna stop until I do (don't stop it) I ain't gonna quit should I show
actin And it's a fact that when you see us in person Think we gon flex, or show you no action Down for mine, got to show a nigga time to time So I figure
dat bling, got me a fresh out stylist, house on da hill, 22 inch wheels, take trips to maui, to closed deals, I'm so real, notice a cop dat pop a female, I'm so ill, showed
sleep until the sun comes up Did you hear those first two songs, they were fucking tough And the band is not going to stop until the cops show up So
nuthin that'll make me go, This crazy all night spendin my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
at recess I'm at my peak yes, I won't leave yet Serial style, cereal aisle need checked I can make these rappers run like a hard drill Rock band show
hard drill Rock band show you how the guitar feel And I could care less how y'all feel I got the flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel This is that good just pop
is it hard The thought of you leaving Is breaking my heart New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop
I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad} New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop
