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Popa Chief
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2 Packz
[Intro:Popa Chief] If it don't stick to the wall, I don't want it Take that back... never, never, never, never Never, never, never... aaoow
[Hook 2X: Popa Chief] Two packs of strawberry Phillies, a case of elephants The onion butt stick to the wall, I'm in the element The DJ's on fire tonight, the DJ's on fire tonight
[Popa Chief] Aiyo, the slang game is mine, the aim game is mine I go to any spot, and get a dub for a dime Niggas get off the mic and leave a gang of Nickelodeon slime I get on the mic and I don't waste no time Illuminate like sunshine, my brain works in mysterious ways My intent is to flood the industry with verbal trays Succulant rap styles, to make your anthems Water prefusely, I smoke blunts, MC's, wraps and lucies 2003 pennies, in the land of milk and honey It's the combination of loot and lenny, and I need money Popa Chief, considered like hustle man Pocket full of CD's and tapes, that's my hustle, man I'm not a violent man, but never test my tan The only ones I let live is the ones who pray Popa Chief got them bomb ass beats, what you mean This gear sheet, ain't no other white meat
[Chorus 2X: Popa Chief] Two packs of strawberry Phillies, a case of elephants The onion that stick to the wall, I'm in the element The DJ's on fire tonight, and he's killing it Pocket full of cold cuts and some dough, that's what we working with
[Popa Chief] Popa Chief up in the club like I'm on duty Stalking this booty, connected to this cutie, a thing of beauty Ran down on her like Hawaii Five-O You live though, she said 'ooh, that's my song, yo' Grabbed me by the crotch and led me to the dance floor We danced so close, I could of sworn we had sex, yo Hands up in the air, cuz she squeezing my sex pistol Whispered in my ear; 'get your shit, and let's go It's wack up in this place, meet at the front door' Ok, hold up, I know some other shorties who wanna go Now all up in the hot tub, three hoes, no clothes Other niggas would of froze, Popa Chief struck a pose Toast to all my foes, shotguns up the nose Popa Chief is extra nice with the water hose You can tell by my feet, my hands, my game, my bulge I try not to never overindulge 2003 penny.. a combination of loot and lenny, and I need money I need money... I gets my hustle in, man
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[Outro: Popa Chief] Pocks full of magnums, that's what we working with Case of elephants, that's what we working with Two packs of strawberry Phillies.. bull rider...
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