"Poppin my Collar" as written by Willie Hutch, D. Pears, Darnell Carlton, Jordan Houston and Paul Beauregard....
Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)
Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's
'N they betta put my money in my hand

Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)
Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's
'N they betta put my money in my hand

I know you sicker than sick-ah
When you see the rims flick-ah
Paint drip off
Ice in my Range glitt-ah
I straight flippa
The cheese like pancake
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves
In my hand bricka?
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern
French braids, gold teeth
I'm out here makin' sense
Plus, I'm out here makin' dollars
I keep a bad broad, though
And a popped collar

Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)
Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's
'N they betta put my money in my hand

Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)
Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's
'N they betta put my money in my hand

Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
A lot of dudes swear they play, man they some fackery
Let me catch a girl up out some work in my site
And believe I'm gon' be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
I'm tryin' to get paid however money is made
A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me, I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real

Well you know me by the Juice man hangin' out with Big Triece
Standin' on tha porch, drinkin' liquor, drunk, smokin' weed
Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain't came yet
That's why I stay in a girl ear, to keep that pussy wet
So I could get paid and relax in the shade
And say fuck a nine to five 'cause a nigga tired of slavin'
It's never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up
If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up

Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)
Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's
'N they betta put my money in my hand

Now eva since I can remember, I've been poppin' my collar
(Poppin' poppin' my collar, poppin' poppin' my collar)
Now eva since I can remember, I've been workin' these ho's
'N they betta put my money in my hand

She's just another ho that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
I got some hoes out there bringin' ya boy back some good
That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood
Ain't havin' to shout at no motherfuckin' slut
You know I'm actin bitch make cut a fuckin' rug
You better get out there and get my money in the woods
I'mma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug
You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what
These hoes out here be fucking for a motherfucking dub, freak bitch!


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"Poppin My Collar" as written by Darnell Carlton D. Pears

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    General CommentWhere is Project Pat's verse? It's probably the best in the song:

    I know you sick of the sicker when you see the rims thicker
    The paint dripper, the ice in my range glitter
    I straight strip her, the cheese like pancake-ah
    Rollin' for cheese like the leaves in my handbreak-ah
    Project Pat ah tracting dime pieces-ah
    Dirty South-Ah, french braid, gold teeth-ah
    I'm out here making sense cause I'm out here making dollars
    I keep a fast bro dawg and I pop collars
    owennnnnnnnnnon April 21, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentit's actually Big Triece, not Big Keith
    hailsatan93on June 08, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin weed"

    my favorite line, haha
    jmeethon February 09, 2010   Link

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