Lyrics Get It Poppin’ - Big Tuck
Talkin
' but
ya
aint
sayin
shit,
I
dont
give
a
fuck
about
yo
pussy
ass
click,
Ole
pussy
ass
bitch,
imma
tell
ya
like
this:
Yall
niggas
Wanna
box?
Yall
aint
sayin
shit,
We
can
get
it
poppin
now,
right
now,
Imma
step
into
my
shoes;
we
gon'
get
it
poppin
now,
We
gon'
get
it
poppin
now,
Right
now,
all
this
talkin'
that
ya
talk,
we
gon'
end
it
right
now,
now.
1.
Im
in
tha
club
nigga,
Supa-dupa
wired
up,
everybody
rockin',
Representin,
throwin
sides
up,
Walkin
by
security
wit
my
purple
hanes
fired
up,
First
nigga
bumpin
gon'
get
his
mouth
wired
up.
Imma
beat
tha
shit
up
out
tha
first
nigga
'eye'
us,
I
dont
give
a
damn
if
security
wanna
try
us,
Get
to
trippin
n
we
gon'
set
this
bitch
on
fire,
Let
them
niggas
know
that
imma
muthafuckin'
rida.
...
(Wut!
Wut!)
Meet
me
on
tha
flo,
Represent
ya
click,
and
let
the
otha
side
know
(Otha
side
know)
and
we
gon
get
it
poppin
in
this
hoe,
And
when
we
get
it
poppin,
Aint
no
walkin'
out
tha
do'!
We
gon
tear
it
up,
do
tha
fullest,
"Jams"
got
em
mackin,
like
they
hit
wit
rubber
bullets,
(I
dont
give
a
damn
about
yo
click),
Yea
i
hear
ya
talkin',
im
threw
talkin
bout
it,
bitch!
2.
Its
tha
Big
Tuck,
u
can
call
me
"Money
Man",
The
double-bezzled
band,
worth
bout
'100
grand,
Another
double-carrot
band
on
my
otha
hand.
. I
dont
mean
to
brag,
bitch,
But
im
tha
fuckin
man.
Im
in
tha
club,
Got
my
southern
swagga
marinatin'.
...
Diamonds
on
my
teeth;
it
makes
my
conversation
Fascinatin'...
Big
Tuck;
im
not
your
ordinary
southern
Cat,
if
u
wanna
see
me,
u
can
find
me
where
da
money
At...
Im
off
the
Sauna,
u
can
tell
i
got
a
lot
of
That,
Catch
me
in
tha
club,
Where
them
gangstas
and
them
bottles
at.
...
(i
keep
it
straight
g,
Tall
t,
All
black,
wit
my
locs
on,
Fresher
den
a
mall
rat)...
. Imma
neva
put,
Money
over
Money
mayne,
Even
tho
they
luv
to
see
tha
way
my
name
hang.
Im
with
tha
10
g's
every
time
tha
phone
rang,
I
know
tha
yellas,
threw
tha
chain,
by
they
own
name...
3.
THAT
NIGGA
FAKE!
SAYIN
HE
A
APE,
HEADED
FOR
THA
DOOR,
CUZ
HE
TRYIN'
TO
ESCAPE,
THAT
NIGGA
FAKE,
SAYIN
HE
A
APE,
WANNA
FUCKIN
TUSSLE,
BUT
HIS
ASS
AINT
IN
SHAPE!
Jump
out
tha
bar
and
im
full
of
that
lene
(*jump
out
tha
bar...
"DJ
DROP,
BRANG
THAT
SHIT
BACK.").
...
Jump
out
tha
bar
and
im
full
of
that
lene,
Tha
bartenders
got
my
bottles
comin'
quick,
Tha
hatin
niggas
Mad
cuz
the
jewels
on
my
wrist.
...
Everybody
chillin
cuz
tha
purple
still
in.
...
Tha
Dj's
got
it
rockin'
in
this
bitch,
Mob
threw
tha
club,
still
reppin
my
click.
Same
nigga
still
steppin'
on
my
shit,
He
gon'
make
tha
nougat
do
tha
'fool'
in
dis
bitch.
I
aint
trippin,
imma
dust
his
ass
off,
Show
him
how
we
do
it
in
tha
dirty
dirty
south,
I'm
tired
of
them
runnin
they
mouth.
...
Im
bout
to
show
them
boys
what
im
all
about...
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1 Intro
2 Not A Stain On Me - Feat. Fat Bastard
3 Santana’s Town Flow
4 I Do The Shyt Flow
5 P**sy and Patron
6 My City Is a Jungle
7 Get It Poppin’
8 Screwed Up Flow
9 I’m A G
10 All I Do Is Smoke
11 It Ain’t a Game Homey
12 Ride With a Player Like Me
13 Hood Ni**a Flow
14 Southside Heat
15 Creep Flow
16 Yeah It’s Me
17 Switch the Beat Up Flow
18 Rock Up the Block
19 Outro
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