Lyrics
CWebb
KoP3
I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Beef Sticks around
I know you don't love me
You wanna hate when J-Dubb's in town
I know you don't love me
Kaine put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like N&N, Nash, Reediqulous
Tryna run game on me you sum bitch
I know you don't...
[Verse 1]
I don't know who would be the K-I-N-G (W2)
Of Pa-ro-dy without ya boy Dubb-E-B (W2)
Not only N and SC, I'm whack raps hater(Yeah)
So after this joint you might owe me a favor
When Webba come, you ready?
When Webba come, I'm ready
When Webba come, we ready
(Th-th-th-th-th-th-th-this is a CWizzle parodizzle)
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That's right young boy's in here
South Side Spida, no toyin here
For round 3, ain't stoppin for air, ain't stoppin nowhere
Oh yeah, my mind's like pool water, it's so clear
Back on the track, gotta throw the W up
WhipWreck motha ompas droppin like a dump truck
I run shiz here, ya'll just listen
Boy wanna bite me ARF, stop trippin!
Cause sheeit, I ain't choose to gyp, gyppin chose me
So I hit the track Runnin like P-A-C
Life ain't great now, it's fill with little punks
But Webb is O!K, stompin all you little chumps
So if you lookin for me I'll be on the block
Right hand on my cock fenna pop it in ya girls mouth
Cause I'm a Spida, yeah
Mainstream beat bita, yeah
[Hook]
I know ya'll don't wanna fug wit me
The motha ompin KoOP
kOp, number 3
You don't want none wit me
I know ya'll don't wanna fug wit me
The motha ompin KoOP
kOp, number 3
You don't want none wit me
[Verse 2]
Too many of ya'll tryna figure out me
Just stop it, yousa cannot figure out me
Don't test the kid, he the KoPizzee
Its sad if by now you don't know bout me
Got the yellow man's hands (oy oy oy oying)
With the Japanese eyelids (choi yoi yoi yoing)
Hair Nappy den a motha ompa (need a coi oi oi oimb)
Got the barbers runnin from (out da join oin oin oint)
Yup, good to go, I'll cop and go
In a heartbeat, the cops callin re-enforcements
On the street skip past beat patrol
Can't chase the kid cause they feets is swoll
Dat ass is swoll, BOOTY BOOTY ROCKIN EVERYWHERE!
All them skanks, tricks, and sluts throw them lighters in the air
And if that sounded out there, it was, forgive me hoe
I wanna love you (love you) you already know
I'm sprung, dawg she got me
But I don't love no stripper though you stupid for that, B
But laffy taffy makes the tee tee happy even when I'm rappin
Even when them catsa get the clappin I'll be cock slappin
Chicks in the forehead and pushin it to the limit
I'm on a roll motha ompa, ain't stoppin it til it's finished
So why don't I just go ahead and wind it up!
Yodel layee yodel laylee yodelo!
[Hook]
I know ya'll don't wanna fug wit me
The motha ompin KoOP
kOp, number 3
You don't want none wit me
I know ya'll don't wanna fug wit me
The motha ompin KoOP
kOp, number 3
You don't want none wit me
[Verse 3]
Vato, you won't believe what I saw
I saw this yellow dude poppin beats out the car (And what he do)
He stole my clothes, stole my style, stole my broad
Oh, that's the KoP, B, he a gyp artist
So pretty much what I'm sayin is...
You can kiss your track goodbye
Whipwreck,Whipwreck ,Whipwreck ,Whipwreck
Lalalaaaaaaaaa laaaaaaa laaaaaa laaaaaa
Gyp alot of shiz cause I do it the best
Some of ya'll don't like me but ya'll give me respect
Homie this is checkers not a game of chess
SO KING ME MOTHA OMPA! I'm the greatest, YES!
Fools done thought that I was nothin but I made em believers
And for you fools takin bout gats I'm bout to rain on your heaters
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on you haters
And all you jockriders and brown nosers I'll deal with you later
All day suckas, buckle up suckas
Hoody hoo! Arg! That's the code for swashbucklas (what you gon do?)
If the joint ain't strange enough for you yet
Stick around, I'll shake the fug out you next!
I got a hundred wangs, two hundred tits
I'm from Cackaaaaay! (La
