blown up L.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging was killin' it quick Another child got hit, bullshit Pop-pop-pop
up punk And while your in the studio, I'm in the trunk You got no choice, so don't flip that coin This ain't the military, so you punks can't join It
bouncin on my scrap plate yeeea yeeee (Kerry) Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts, pop the fuckin trunk the neon lights gonna come, comin down the 'vard actin hard
em 21 extras. Flex tha Suburban, bullets dipped in detergent. Full planes of corrosion. Hit ya fucking flesh up. have ya'll niggaz playing catch up. Take a pop
up with ammonia 'Cause hardcore rap is always on the map and it don't stop Devoid of pop and if I drop another smooth hit It'll still be hard 'cause I
big fat thing Def wish 3, fool, I lay you to bed Nighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head Just some more eiht shit for that punk that I pop Uh
Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip Fast from the hip (pop pop
come through bouncin on my scrap plate yeeea yeeee (?) Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts pop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights gonna come comin down the 'vard actin hard
seats recline and lean harder X, smoke green, and buy the spring water Y'all niggas polish your jewels to bling harder I cock the fifth, y'all drop your
up (Any punk-ass fool that'll step up) So follow me into the zone they call panic Hubs by the dub, but suckers act frantic Niggas rollin hard, number
Bagin' shit up, there's always something missin' A nigga that's speeding, bound to have a collision Bound to be in prison, or bound to pop a mission
my pay stop all the hatin I can't take it no more Im just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for Verse 1: Master P Pop the lock
on now judge judy Youre televised through our vision While I black you get imprisoned When my eyes see through your eyes Your hypnotized Subconsciously you change the station to channel live That underground hard
drop For the sweethearts of pop Who knew we were going down So careless with what we'd found Making and breaking our daisy chain Flowers bloom, they fade
Pop truck I make rappers go back to the block They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk and I got
I'm known for the dough that I roll for that cake that I slide out yo stove, and I rock, hard like a cinderblock you not I nigga you's a pretender pop
get blown up L.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging was killin it quick Another child got hit - bullshit Pop-pop-pop
this gun shop, to pick me up a couple of rounds Of artillery, ain't nobody killing me first Needed help, so I called my homeboy Starburst Now my boy wasn't no punk
