Poppin Dem Thangs

Uhh, your boy is back

Yeah, yeah

Street Family (Poppin' them thangs)

Desert Storm (Poppin' them thangs)

Brooklyn (Poppin' them thangs)

Rebord what's hood? Yeah, uhh

Yo, uhh

The jet is on the way though, no security checks

They let us in Barbados with Berettas and three eight-oh's

The Gucci sweaters cost a K though

To match the green and red Timbs AKA the lettuce and tomatoes

I come from a city that ain't hard to get killed in

You can lose your legs and need rods to be drilled in

It's no problem, wounding your broad and your children

And it just be two funeral cars in the building

What I smoke you can smell it from far

Sell it in jars and roll it up in Venezuelan cigars

Your bitch got a thing for fellas in cars

I fuck her and send the big mouth bird back where the pelicans are

I don't care who the hell you with pa

There's no law that you can't put shotgun pellets in stars

I vacation where the elegant are

I'm getting smart in St. Barts, while I'm licking gelatin bars

You got every reason to hate it, who else cop it?

Before they drop it, then every season upgrade it

Ask every skeezer I dated, I been doing what I does

And it ain't for TV I'm doing it because

I ain't just freestyle and pull and get a buzz

When I was a shorty, I used to look in the long run

Put it in thirty-fours and make 'em look for the long ones

Now I put it in to getting hooks and the songs done

I'm reading scripts now when I look for a strong one

And I'm going to Hollywood and bringing Brooklyn along son

I get sucked by a girl, good looks and a long tongue

Then you get five minutes to look for your thong hun

I gotta keep it moving like a nigga in the service

And I keep improving so these niggas getting nervous

I got the sprees we turning, kiwi burning

Of course I'm feeling myself like Pee Wee Herman

I'm trying to find a deal with the fee we yearning

You trying to find a ho that got your wee-wee burning

Motherfucker, uhh