paroles de chanson Pussy Pop - Method Man
[Method
Man]
It's
the
Meth
in
the
house!
Ha,
yeah,
break
it
down.
[Xzibit]
When
it's
all
said
in
done,
we
gon'
be
on
top
Cause
we
don't
stop,
now,
lock
it
down,
hit
the
spot
And
clown;
Niggas
relyin
on
special
effects
While
the
khakis
and
chronic,
got
the
bitches
still
breakin
they
neck
Move
the
crowd
without
breakin
a
sweat
Trend
setter,
with
a
Beretta,
so
keep
it
on
deck
Cause
you
never
know
when
Xzibit
gonna
move
through
the
set
Don't
be
scared,
just
be
prepared
and
quiet
as
kept
At
a
night
club,
talkin
bout
you
don't
go
out
And
you
tryin
to
got
to
school
and
make
a
certain
amount
But
the
last
part,
I
just
couldn't
figure
it
out
I
guess
its
real
hard
to
talk
with
a
dick
in
your
mouth
Lightweight,
like
confetti,
steadily
tested
by
motherfuckers
who
ain't
ready
To
deal
with
the
legendary
Soopafly,
emcee,
and
bullett
logo
Shot
callers,
clear
the
whole
block
like
we
po-po
[Chorus:
Method
Man]
Round
and
round
we
go,
it
don't
stop
Till
we
all
get
dough,
c'mon,
make
it
hot
Baby
girl
to
the
pussy
pop,
pussy
pop
Lick
shots
for
the
pussy
pop,
pop,
pop!
Lookin
good
with
your
stink-ass
Type
of
ass
make
a
nigga
pull
it
over
fast
Make
it
hot,
baby
girl
to
pussy
pop,
pussy
pop
Lick
shots
for
the
pussy
pop,
pop
pop!
[Jayo
Felony]
Well,
you
gotta
pop
the
pussy,
get
rid
of
the
next
with
a
name
on
your
gums
It's
the?
Bidulo
Gang?
bitch,
we
both
want
some
You
got
titties
and
ass
But
I
got
a
dick
and
some
cash
You
ain't
talkin
bout
shit
Then
I'ma
smash,
bitch
On
three,
on
me,
bitch,
you
my
property
Daddy
Jayo
Felony,
ain't
nobody
stoppin
me
And
I
said
daddy,
bitch
thats
what
you
gon'
call
me
I
ain't
no
simp
or
a
wimp
I'ma
motherfuckin
pimp
Tear
spots
in
my
hoes,
make
they
high-heels
fall
off
You
got
me?
the
fuck-up,
if
you
think
I'm
goin
soft
On
ya;
I'm
hard
on
my
hoes
that's
how
it
goes
Bitch,
get
up
off
your
toes,
and
get
my
six-four
? My
name,
you
bounced,
so
you
might
as
well
break
bread
And
only
Dulo
niggas
know,
whats
the
head
My
name
is
Billy
Loco
and
this
is
my
opinion
I'm
coming
from
SD,
and
Dulo
is
my
religion
Be-b-b-b-
atch!
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
I
don't
save
or
pray,
or?
clothes
All
I
really
wanna
do
is
win
the
game,
fuck
hoes!
In
Jamaica,
at
the
Half
Moon
Villa,
with
a
killa
And
a
cocain
dealer,
layin
low
from
the
law
See
it
all
comes
down
to
who's
quick
to
draw
first
Pay
attention,
prevention,
ridin
off
in
a
hearse
Mister
X
to
the
you
know
me
Thousand-dollar
bitches
wanna
pop
the
pussy
for
free
The
disfunctional
member
of
the
Alkoholik
family
tree
Frequently
bang
bitches,
Wu-Tang,
Killer
Bee
Hennessey
on
the
rocks,
with
Pina
Coloda
At
the
Ramada,
make
you
work
hard
like
Donna
For
the
cheese,
got
you
down
on
your
hands
and
knees
After
that
we
kick
back
and
burn
up
some
trees
Mad
shout,
cause
Xzibit's
not
the
type
to
be
treatin
I'm
an
Alkoholic
and
I'm
late
for
my
meeting
(Come
on,
Like
that!)
[Chorus]
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