Lirik Lagu We Pop - RZA
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(woman)We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fallWe pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
(RZA)Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop sonI told nigga, just not runI saw him on 205th in FordhamThis dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)I blown ya, you need a blood donorMy bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)I got hoes, in codes, in different areasFour ton whips that's sittin' on interiorsThe bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin'I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick GraysonYou miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy BasonThrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction?
(Chorus: ShaCronz & ODB)We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall (yeah)My glock (my glock), my four (my four)throw shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door)From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall
(ShaCronz)Come on, let's cut the crap, moneyI've been gettin' this rap moneyCrack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq moneyThat Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' moneyFive hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's moneyAct funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha)Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's assThese lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me cashMy crazy path promoted me into a Mercedes class
(Chorus)
(Freemurda)Yeah.., all ya'll can see is the back of my jerseyBlowin' in the wind, goin' back to JerseyOff to Brooklyn, left you back in JerseyI was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jerseyShame on a Nigga, take it back to DirtyRun, game on a nigga, I'll be back in
(RZA)Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop sonI told nigga, just not runI saw him on 205th in FordhamThis dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)I blown ya, you need a blood donorMy bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)I got hoes, in codes, in different areasFour ton whips that's sittin' on interiorsThe bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin'I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick GraysonYou miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy BasonThrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction?
(Chorus: ShaCronz & ODB)We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall (yeah)My glock (my glock), my four (my four)throw shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door)From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall
(ShaCronz)Come on, let's cut the crap, moneyI've been gettin' this rap moneyCrack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq moneyThat Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' moneyFive hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's moneyAct funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha)Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's assThese lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me cashMy crazy path promoted me into a Mercedes class
(Chorus)
(Freemurda)Yeah.., all ya'll can see is the back of my jerseyBlowin' in the wind, goin' back to JerseyOff to Brooklyn, left you back in JerseyI was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jerseyShame on a Nigga, take it back to DirtyRun, game on a nigga, I'll be back in
