Joe Budden - Get It Poppin' Lyrics

Lyrics Get It Poppin' - Joe Budden



(I'm summoning my flying monkey)
(Oh no! Not the flying monkey)
(Yes, yes, the flying monkey)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon niggas, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Play that jump off, all of Jers' gon' go crazy (yeah)
Model chicks buggin', talkin' 'bout havin' his babies
You just "Think She Likes You", you doin' it like JD
Pull up at the dice game, wrists on AC (so)
For my own safety, I'm keepin' it off safety (okay)
Feds wanna indict him, blue suits wanna chase me (what?)
My money too long for you fuckers to come and cage me
Don't wild out with Glocks no more (naw)
If I'm "Window Shoppin," I'm probably 'bout to rob that store
Dog, license suspended, stash, stay with a nina
While I'm the highway, drag racin' the Medina (c'mon)
Naw they can't be 'em, Joey they can't see 'em
No prison could hold 'em, Bruce Bowen can't D 'em (oh)
Don't handcuff a ho, don't wife 'em and don't feed 'em
Somebody should have told her, it's a privilege just to meet 'em (c'mon)
Let's get it poppin niggas, let's get it poppin'
Let's get it poppin my nigga, let's get it poppin'
You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin'
It's what it do how it go
Let's get it poppin' niggas, let's get it poppin'
Let's get it poppin' my nigga, let's get it poppin'
You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin'
It's what it do how it go
Let me tell you why I'm that hype (why?)
As soon as I started ghostwritin' everybody started gettin' signed overnight (yeah)
I need green for everything now
The murder rate's goin' up 'cause they puttin' Beans on everythin' now
I had this Bugaboo bitch, keep wantin' me to romance her (ho!)
Always poppin up, I called her George Costanza (ho!)
Spent some time with her, realized I couldn't stand her (so)
So I logged her in my phone as "You a fool if you answer" (c'mon)
Drama's not a thing, my ratchet'll never leave me
Fitted on tilt, I'm bitin' off Odebisi (yessir)
Feel like Bruce Lee-roy, if niggas is so tough
I put they face underwater and make 'em say "sho nuff" (sho nuff, c'mon)
You know how the game go, every club, same hoes
I ain't with the rumors tell the bullshit damaiano
But call me if you lookin' for that cocaine flow (why?)
Then I'll spit that propane and watch the whole thing blow (let's go!)
Let's get it poppin niggas, let's get it poppin'
Let's get it poppin my nigga, let's get it poppin'
You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin'
It's what it do, how it go
Let's get it poppin' niggas, let's get it poppin'
Let's get it poppin' my nigga, let's get it poppin'
You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin'
It's what it do, how it go
Look, look
I told 'em not to fuck with the kid
I take your wig off or maybe you can save it, like Busta hair did
Drop my V at the garage, let 'em custom my whip
I'm not spoiled, it's just I've grown accustomed to shit (oh!)
I mean nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Keep that shit comin', watch how stronger it makes me (uh huh)
Burner near by when I'm ridin' in that Mercedes
'Case one of these snakes get they courage up to face me
Let's go
Let's get it poppin niggas, let's get it poppin'
Let's get it poppin my nigga, let's get it poppin'
You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin'
It's what it do, how it go
Let's get it poppin' niggas, let's get it poppin'
Let's get it poppin' my nigga, let's get it poppin'
You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin'
It's what it do, how it go pop
Yessir



Writer(s): Andre Lyon, Joseph Cartagena, Scott Storch


Joe Budden - Mood Muzik, Vol. 2: Can It Get Any Worse?
Album Mood Muzik, Vol. 2: Can It Get Any Worse?
date of release
26-12-2005




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