Uh-huh; barbecue or mildew, hhhoe?
My fetti has a first name - it's E-A-are-L
About my mail, ssshit!
Nigga you know I'm up in this motherfucker, on a good one!
You know what I mean? It's like a, a why-2-Yea thing why'know?
(Haha) We does this out here (fo' schizzie)
We pop our collars; please believe that playboy (like this here)
My moves is swift, I'm stiff with mine
Remi Martin straight, then I hit it with lime
It's time to shine, to strike my pose
Five carats on my pinky, pickin my nose (BEATCH)
I stroll on hoes, and give 'em a chance
to let me see the ass while they backup dance
I glance and breeze - if the body is true
I'm off and on to part two (part TWO)
Now I done scanned at the club (what else?)
I popped my collar to all my folks with love (what else?)
And all the niggaz that didn't respond to me (what else?)
I got my dogs watchin constantly (what else, what else?)
With one hand in the baseball glove
Hella throwaways - and dangerous subs
For my protection and my protection only
This boss balla slippin whatchu thought I was phony?
Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice
About my money this loot is real, plus I'm dipped in ice
I got a fat mansion on the hill, cause I made a mill'
So if you see me please believe, cause I'm yo' potnah still
(Pop ya collar!) It's all from the wrist
(Pop ya collar!) Been poppin my collar since Moby was a goldfish..
.. leavin 'em curious
Hoppin out of my Lincoln Continental, signature serious..
.. parkin lot pimpin!
One of my niggaz yell (HOLD ME DOWN) while I was pissin
Is that young 40 why'all?
Drunk as fuck and about to fall?
Done washed my shoes, the gators they bite
Baby bright light but not my type
But if she want tonight, she come with dollars
She either holler, or pop a nigga collar
I'm fresh up out that Coupe de Ville
Four times gold on my vogue wheels
Big sunroof with the insides ill
Gotta give it to the boy he got skills
[E-40] Made a mill'.. uh-huh, HOE BEATCH!
(Pop ya collar!) I done stepped on in
(Pop ya collar!) Now can I come up?
All these freaks hang out at the dump
Me and my dogs got this party on pump
All the hoes look like they want to hump
I'm bout to pull a lil' lightweight stunt
On a mizznission about that cut
Rough, buck, smokin on a blizznut
Ticked, pucked, ?? ?? was loc'd
Dick, Van Dyke, all up in her truck
Lick, at night, E-Feezy ain't no punk
Gobble, swallow, get her hella drunk
40 ounce bizznottle, til I tr-uh-Trump
Tip, hollow, mizzmillimeter thump
Feels no sinorrow for a sucka sap chump
Ya underdig? Yeah just
why'know just tug on your lil' shirt
Pull it a lil' bit
[E-40 over Chorus]
That's what we do out this way.. twice!
Dipped in ice..
Where? Made a mill'
I'm still yo' potnah
Yeah.. dipped in ice..
Where this at? You made a WHAT?
Uh-huh.. I'm still yo' potnah nigga
(Pop ya collar!) Homeboy
(Pop ya collar!)
Lyrics submitted by kmk_natasha
"Pop Ya Collar" as written by Brandt Jones Kevin Duane Mccord
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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