Lyrics
POPPIN’
written by peter kim, ralph dalton, armand mcwilliams
You didn’t know we could get down like this
HANIBL, a freak of nature, it’s our own creation
Home-grown, vindicated off the haters’ perspective
Three cats here to get this whole city connected
From Evanston out to Harvey, it’s one big party
On the grind, gettin’ the grizzle, while the block just sizzles
I’m a beast! True MCs nowadays are endangered species
On the brink of extinction, ain’t no distinction!
You can hear this four blocks away, yes indeed,
And all that wack sh** stops today, gotta pay to play in my cit-ay,
It’s all about who you know, but they hold no pit-ay
Seein’ you fall is what they want, now ain’t that sh** t-ay
My city, my life, my life my city it’s all the same
My glory, my fame, my fame my glory it’s all the same
See how we drop it, keep it knockin’, forever, beat rockin’
Chickens be flockin’, panties droppin’, don’t stop it…
Let’s get it poppin’
We gonna get it poppin’
In your mouth like you put Pop Rocks in
We gonna get it poppin’… let’s get it, let’s get it get it…
“s-o-u-n-d-t-r-a-c” to the “k,” bringin’ you
Old school flavor like it’s B-O-S and L-A
Woman, go-ahead , misbehave, dance like you’re tryin’ to make it rain
And fellas, don’t forget to tip unless you don’t wanna get laid
So what you want me to say? You want me to stay and celebrizzate
I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I was makin’ you wait
I want you naked and achin’ for penetration, chere
I may be Asian but biiitch, this ain’t no lemonade, I’ll
Enter your Temple of Doom like Harrison Ford
Rescuin’ you from the boredom of another Honda Accord
Listen, little mama I’m yours, from the go like Fugees’ “The Score”
“You’re All I Need,” “You Got Me,” who did you think this music was for?
‘Cuz whatever you need I have stocked, cover you like paper and rock
Scissor your legs and enter your chamber like my hammer is cocked
Forget about the drama, Osama, tomorrow I’ma take you to shop
Right now though you want Tony Stark, my Iron Man makes you hot
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Hold on little mama, it’s gonna be crackin’ in time
I’ll give you pleasure beyond measure while I’m crackin’ your spine
I’m gonna stain your brain with game till it drips to the back of ya mind
No slackin’ in mine, it’s fine, just sit back and unwind
I know you like the clothes I’m wearin’, yeah, I’m splashin’ with mine
That purple label Polo linen is my fashion design
I used to work there, I got fired, they must be outta their mind!
Small thing to a player, pimpin’, I got back on my grind
We could do shots of tequila or chillax with some wine
Or listen to some new beats my man soundtrack is divine
I might pat your pockets a bit, yeah, I’m taxin’ with mine
Can’t get with it? The door will hit it to the back of the line
It’s just the freak in me (freak in me), that got you want to come freak with me
Frequently, I touch your frame just to freak off your frequency
Panty poppin’ with passion because the pleasure is pleasin’ me
Lay down, lollipop lover, and let me lick you low, leisurely!
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