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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #11,431
Peak in subgenre #1,725
Author
Robin Herrera
Uploaded
October 05, 2005
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:11
Lyrics
Aim it n POP
Da'boey BN'NZ , O'E do iz spray'Dem Hammerz,
n pull H'awcks out', like'E from At'Lana,
Ain'a crip O'a blood , still rock' Ban'danaz,
ina whip o'a truck dum'sick like canc'a,
smoking piff, only dubz, one hit you'll pazz cuz,
the shit fuck you up, just like rans'omz,
fa real kid'grab ya dead moms n ask her,
my drugs high clazz, i can'serve it on a platter,
game on smash fuck these fags like a ladder,
i'm oi'n gon'one way up, ya fuck'n bastards,
we meet there, i make sure, ya Fuck'n head splatter,
when you head down fast the streets turn'a pampers'
get it , ya turn shit, the drama get sadder,
but haz still sit back wit evel laughter kid,
and shit on these n'cz non stop like i took laxatives,
it's fucked up, cuz you only seeing half the kid,
half the kid runs the shit and he just be practicing,
imagine it and all of your thoughts i'll be fucking extravagent,
a veteran at damaging'hammering'n'collapsing' shit,
ai'n no shit that i wont spit' i'm all about some gully shit,
i c it, be it, keep it , believe it that i'm gon run this shit,
why cuz i'm hard, stay strapt, wit all these guns and clips/.
Hook:
(i aim it n pop'n'c, aim it n pop'n'c, aim it n pop'n'c,
i aim wit a glock'n'c, aim at the cops'n'c, aim it n pop'n'c) 2x
eyo my hood like condoms, u'on wanna comethrough,
you do it's prblems like bitches you'll get ran through,
have ya boys flipped around like we was dance groups,
when'em boys come around wont have ot ask who,
who the fuck flooded the ground red,it's haz crew,
somebody please call the cops feds and am too,
sud'nly the block getting dumb hot like cancun,
and snitches they ready to roll out like bamboo,
thse bitches waittill i catch you watch what ima'do,
41 times getclapped up like you amadu,
i'm grimey, i could be brothers wit mista scrooge,
think i'm ly ing nga talk to me afta a shot or two,
of some devils laynes, laced up wit tropicana juice,
and some haze blunts the size of shaqueale O'neal shoes,
think i'm playing, shit here dumb real like spanish news,
what you think in our pockets, it ain't no baby kangaroo,
it's the type of shit the i'll cause destruction like storms i'll do,
in my block rrrrrready to cut ngas like barbers,
n sometimes ngas get cuts, more then acting crew,
how i feel? I gives a fuck, it's like a barbeque,
i lay'da BEEf!'ouen'hano problems burning all da food,
that's a metaphore for ya fagits to learn and neva use,
if ya do ya gon get beatings like child abuse,
Hook:
(i aim it n pop'n'c, aim it n pop'n'c, aim it n pop'n'c,
i aim wit a glock'n'c, aim at the cops'n'c, aim it n pop'n'c) 2x
