Popcorn - Ruffs + Rares

Top of the morning to you, top of the morn

Niggas been sleep, now you're a newborn

'Til the break of dawn, we be causing mad drama

Like hot butter on... popcorn, mama!

I'm a mind bender, I love tender skin gender

Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender

I'm the spender, from every red cent 'til I'm stopped

Rock with the causes, no cop, 'cause we deep like a swamp

Self-a-ba-ba-ba, I never fudges

I hold everything from mics to light grudges

I won't let a bygone be a bygone

Back to play the bitch niggas like a fly horn

I'm controlling all you snakes with, cooking up the cakes with

Hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake 'em

But naked, take it from the riddle of Batman

Who be the oddball? Jekyll the fat man

Pass the cat, man, the Doc's in America

Go pop, but not like the kid I used to break with

Way back when, like '84 in my last look

He's looking to get his ass whooped and his cash took

That and a old school flavor like a bomber like

Hot butter on... popcorn, mama!

Popcorn, mama

Popcorn, mama

Popcorn, mama

Popcorn, mama

I won't funk fake, so let your toes go

Hip-hop break, full of bullshit

Quick to make a cherry, make her feel like Mary

In's hot butter, says well to your mother

So big shit, but dig it, I rock shit, I wig it

I cock shit, I click it to lick off the wicked weak ones

Deep in the club with sneak guns

And boogie with the fly freak unique huns

You got the runs, but we be running shit on the underratedness

Of another place, and so we're constipated

But so what? I wanna sit in my pajamas like

Hot butter on... popcorn, mama!

Popcorn, mama

Popcorn, mama

Popcorn, mama

Popcorn, mama