you straight like poppin' a pill Before the south gotta deal, been swangin' big wheels [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Flippin' Benz, bubble-lens, feed ya tank
dat there? [DJ Kay Slay] Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around they way Street sweepers baby you know how it's goin down [Enuff] Yo son what's poppin
Afghanstan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics Call a truce, world peace, stop actin like savages No war, we should take time and think The bombs and tanks
I got these haters, mad I can love that When you got love for the streets, they give ya love back Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared Poppin
hustlin', hustlin' Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' I'm a general, in this hip hop army, yeah Highly ranked, thick like a tank Well equipped for niggas poppin
you're having a baby damn make her your wife If you're up in the club where the dubs start the tank Sell to the highest bid, put the cash in the bank
willing to pass out till y'all cash out With a mask out man I'mma break the bank Drive through town in an army tank Y'all wanna see me I'm in Virginia
through ya No ski mask I'm just gon motherfucking do ya This dirty ass krueger 'll make a nigga thank And I ain't no - new jack bitch I got rank And motherfucka tank
daughter like a meat cleaver We be the Dungeon Family Niggaz up under the step from A T L to overstand me D F is the clique I represent Puffin' purple, poppin' poppers
club I stay posted Eyes fire red 'cause I'm toasted, roasting all these hoes Sow motion coastin' by Puffin' red when she had to see my fie Now I'm on her keep poppin
my tank gon' be tucked in When you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4 You know that's them boyz (That's them boyz) When you see them tanks swingin' You
either catch me, shop in New York Either poppin the cork on the Cristal and then let a thug, diss while a nigga banked up Summertime tanked up, shit
what we do when we come thru, ya heard? In the South nigga, deep in the four door watchin' That old dog or in the club nigga, shakin' them hoes off Poppin
lap Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse Basically, we bangin' bitches back out I feel like the last child Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse (Yeah) Poppin
[master p] Yeah heh heh Y'all ain't think I was gonna make somethin' for y'all Funky hoes this year, this is for y'all pussy poppin', shake that ass Goin
(parody of "Chim Chim Cheree" by Dick Van Dyke, from the movie "Mary Poppins") Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim-chim-cheree; Those are three words that
