, FOUR) Rule four better get this down Before niggaz gon' beef better have that four-pound (uhh) And bust like four rounds, kick the door down Get
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn I said a on and a on an on on an on Like a hot butta pop ta pop hippie hippie pop ta pop pop you don't dare
it Bumpin that cut that's me on it [Mr. Sancho] Poppin that timmy Trip with this puto We headin out through the door Pop Pop to the glock Watch
folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?) callin the law, look-a-who'n and rattin' I told the young nigga to learn to mack Pop in a Too $hort tape
, you ready? Let's go Drop them off, then pop cristal wit Esko I'm a say he hit me first, if me and Dre talk All Nas said back was he had a 3-4 Now that
a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
yappin' Slippin' my clippin' now I'm clickin' and I'm clackin' Sippin' Yak n', [Hook] [Verse 3 - The Game] Hey Ma the DJ's playin' your song You know
bringin' so it's hard to doze off Three 'o clock in my socks I crack the dope song Hopin' when I open the door I'll see santa Now who the hell is this
beat dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n on like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie pop da pop pop ya dont dare
if it was you would be bookin from me Shook when ya see Nelly rollin in the GS-3 Hangin out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing" Back the car up, pop the
writing a song, this song ain't gonna write itself I'll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around in that song and
point them up. Who's down to ride, who's down to ride, Undead pop shots we're down to die.Who's down to die who's down to die, Undead pop shots, we're
dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n on like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie pop da pop pop ya dont dare
money keep stacking And I leaked every song and still went platinum Fruit Loops silly candy painted flavored cars You are a prisoner behind these eight bars [Chorus x2] [Verse 3
waist tryna find out If I?m gonna flip off of one drink and can he get down I?m a rock hip-hop pop star Can?t check out the door in a fast car Never
Music off the rockers, your door now Could bounce to the sounds of the D.J Non stop constant hits, with no replay It's easy as 1, 2, 3, move freely You
laugh Am I ridin dirty? You hate to ask [Verse 14: Chamillionaire - imitating Lil' Keke] Southside, southside Pass the fo', forget Don P Pop the seal, so down