Lyrics:
Pop System

[Verse 1:] This one is for the boys with the boomin' system Top down, AC with the coolin' system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks

pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out the system, who

night my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop I write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the detail I put 'em through the system, slang 'em out at full

G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right But when I come around y'all n***** better act right When we got the tops down you can hear the systems

blood to EMS Come pick you up You know you fucked when You get on a strecher 'cause I'll come in to ICU To see you off to heaven The system out I done

age So many renegades We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk From a different solar system

man I tell ya'll women playin the game, worthin children to make a livin she don't need a 9 to 5 cuz she work in the system, bitches grind me nasty,

't stop, they wanna see the thugs gone They wanna see the thugs gone It won't stop, thug music plays on I wanna holla, I need to talk to the world The system

these losses I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin ' the truck load my Pop dead, but he