Текст песни Pop Ya Colla - T-Bone

Pop ya colla
We make the music, make the party people holla
This for the riders in them sixty-four impalas
And all the mommas that be steady making dolla's
Got to pop ya colla now

Now just ah sit back, relax, kick your feet up part'na, take it easy
Cause i'm 'bout to do this west coast rappin' part'na,
That's for sheezy
Laid back, with a touch of that gospel stuff you (love to hear)
West coast playalistic (Ghetto sounds up in ya ear)
Ya'll know how we do this homeboy,
I've been doin' this thing for 'em back in the day
I'm the one that introduced gansta' rap to the Christian industry,
In the sounds of the Bay
Full of my folks and family
This California where the (Playas play, every day)
And them thugs be sippin' on the (Alize, so I pray)
For the rollin 60 Crips and (Bible bloods, Cali thugs)
And the part'na's that be always (Shootin' slugs, doin' drugs)
Tryn'a let them know that there's a savior and his name is Jesus
He's the one that delivered me
When I was sad and my heart was broken pieces
So it's all good part'na, go ahead and scream and holla
If ya'll know what I'm talking about well then
Grab your shirt and pop ya colla

Pop ya colla
We make the music, make the party people holla
This for the riders in them sixty-four impalas
And all the mommas that be steady making dolla's
Got to pop ya colla now
Pop ya colla
We make the music, make the party people holla
This for the riders in them sixty-four impalas
And all the mommas that be steady making dolla's
Got to pop ya colla now

It's been 12 hard years, finally makin' six figures
And ain't need to brag either part'na but
To let you know that my God delivers
People out of bankruptcy, Welfare, and poverty
Can't nobody take what the Lord gave me, cause this is God's property
Houses, vehicles, platinum and this crushed ice
Beautiful women in God and brand new clothes so I can look nice
(Fo shizzle, my nizzle) God did all these things for me
Took me out of the ghetto and he put me in the lap of luxury
You feelin' down, look up
A blessing's right around the corner
No need to be trippin', stressin', beggin,
Scraping around for quarters
Cause God said he would supply all your needs
That means to put clothes on your back, a new car to drive, a house,
Flippin some skillets and spending some food to eat
So stop the stressing playa, go on and count your blessings playa
Cause just the fact your even breathing means he got ya playa
So the next time you see your pockets shrinking, gettin' smaller
Don't even trip part'na just brush it off and pop ya colla

Pop ya colla
We make the music, make the party people holla
This for the riders in them sixty-four impalas
And all the mommas that be steady making dolla's
Got to pop ya colla now
Pop ya colla
We make the music, make the party people holla
This for the riders in them sixty-four impalas
And all the mommas that be steady making dolla's
Got to pop ya colla now

Listen up ya'll
It's all bravalicious pimpin' par'tna pop ya colla
You're tuned in to the sounds of the gospel rappin, God father
Doing it big, Gospel-delic music we did
To church folks and them trouble-some kids
Doing the biz, bumpin' in your ride or the crib
We're doing it big, to let 'em know that gospel rap lives
Through a broken humble vessel called the Boney bone Corleon
Suckers try'na man me but I'm still up on this microphone
Sing (Scat-vocalizing-west-coast-fire)
Pop ya colla now

(Musical breakdown)

Pop ya colla
We make the music, make the party people holla
This for the riders in them sixty-four impalas
And all the mommas that be steady making dolla's
Got to pop ya colla now
Pop ya colla
We make the music, make the party people holla
This for the riders in them sixty-four impalas
And all the mommas that be steady making dolla's
Got to pop ya colla now
Pop ya colla
We make the music, make the party people holla
This for the riders in them sixty-four impalas
And all the mommas that be steady making dolla's
Got to pop ya colla now
Pop ya colla
We make the music, make the party people holla
This for the riders in them sixty-four impalas
And all the mommas that be steady making dolla's
Got to pop ya colla now