We Pop Lyrics
| Song | We Pop |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Birth Of A Prince |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cuffie, Cuffie, Diggs, Jones ... | |
| Gettin' money 'til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money 'til the day we fall | |
| Double barrel shotgun, pop son | |
| I told nigga, just not run | |
| I saw him on 205th in | |
| FordhamThis dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him | |
| I blown ya, you need a blood donor | |
| My bitch ghetto, like | |
| Florida and | |
| LaroniaLaundry mat hoes, who want clothes? | |
| I flow checks, one followed by six | |
| O'sI got hoes, in codes, in different areas | |
| Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors | |
| The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin' | |
| I cock arm, pass the bomb, like | |
| Troy Aikman | |
| Play the basement like | |
| Bruce Wayne and | |
| Dick Grayson | |
| You miserable, you get kidnapped by | |
| Kathy Bason | |
| Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin' | |
| Of Wu Killa | |
| Bee, what's your total malfunction? | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall | |
| My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door | |
| From the P's, to the morgue, cop | |
| Louie all the way to my drawers | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall | |
| Come on, let's cut the crap, money, | |
| I've been gettin' this rap money | |
| Crack money, stack money, | |
| I'm tryin' to get that | |
| Shaq money | |
| That Mike | |
| Tyson, Michael | |
| Jordan, Michael | |
| Jack' money | |
| Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money | |
| Act funny, ya'll make me laugh | |
| Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass | |
| These lazy ass labels, fuck you, pay me cash | |
| My crazy path promoted me into a | |
| Mercedes class | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall | |
| My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door | |
| From the P's, to the morgue, cop | |
| Louie all the way to my drawers | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall | |
| Yeah, all ya'll can see is the back of my jersey | |
| Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to | |
| JerseyOff to | |
| Brooklyn, left you back in | |
| JerseyI was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey | |
| Shame on a nigga, take it back to | |
| DirtyRun, game on a nigga, | |
| I'll be back in thirty | |
| Seconds, got the world's greatest record | |
| And that money | |
| I'mma spend it like a greatest record | |
| This Division, all the ladies respect it | |
| Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it | |
| It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel | |
| Niggas that | |
| I clap, lookin' for me still' | |
| Til they look like they came out of | |
| George Foreman grill | |
| Thoughts are stolen on free, must be on them crills | |
| Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill' | |
| Thoughts are rollin' on | |
| E, must be on the pills | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall | |
| My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door | |
| From the P's, to the morgue, cop | |
| Louie all the way to my drawers | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money 'til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money 'til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money 'til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money 'til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money 'til the day we fall |
| zuo ci : Cuffie, Cuffie, Diggs, Jones ... | |
| Gettin' money ' til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money ' til the day we fall | |
| Double barrel shotgun, pop son | |
| I told nigga, just not run | |
| I saw him on 205th in | |
| FordhamThis dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him | |
| I blown ya, you need a blood donor | |
| My bitch ghetto, like | |
| Florida and | |
| LaroniaLaundry mat hoes, who want clothes? | |
| I flow checks, one followed by six | |
| O' sI got hoes, in codes, in different areas | |
| Four ton whips that' s sittin' on interiors | |
| The bass shake in the club like it' s earthquakin' | |
| I cock arm, pass the bomb, like | |
| Troy Aikman | |
| Play the basement like | |
| Bruce Wayne and | |
| Dick Grayson | |
| You miserable, you get kidnapped by | |
| Kathy Bason | |
| Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin' | |
| Of Wu Killa | |
| Bee, what' s your total malfunction? | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door | |
| From the P' s, to the morgue, cop | |
| Louie all the way to my drawers | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| Come on, let' s cut the crap, money, | |
| I' ve been gettin' this rap money | |
| Crack money, stack money, | |
| I' m tryin' to get that | |
| Shaq money | |
| That Mike | |
| Tyson, Michael | |
| Jordan, Michael | |
| Jack' money | |
| Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that' s money | |
| Act funny, ya' ll make me laugh | |
| Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby' s ass | |
| These lazy ass labels, fuck you, pay me cash | |
| My crazy path promoted me into a | |
| Mercedes class | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door | |
| From the P' s, to the morgue, cop | |
| Louie all the way to my drawers | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| Yeah, all ya' ll can see is the back of my jersey | |
| Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to | |
| JerseyOff to | |
| Brooklyn, left you back in | |
| JerseyI was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey | |
| Shame on a nigga, take it back to | |
| DirtyRun, game on a nigga, | |
| I' ll be back in thirty | |
| Seconds, got the world' s greatest record | |
| And that money | |
| I' mma spend it like a greatest record | |
| This Division, all the ladies respect it | |
| Disrespect it and the eighty' ll check it | |
| It ain' t hard to see how ya' ll ignorin' the steel | |
| Niggas that | |
| I clap, lookin' for me still' | |
| Til they look like they came out of | |
| George Foreman grill | |
| Thoughts are stolen on free, must be on them crills | |
| Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill' | |
| Thoughts are rollin' on | |
| E, must be on the pills | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door | |
| From the P' s, to the morgue, cop | |
| Louie all the way to my drawers | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money ' til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money ' til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money ' til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money ' til the day we fall |
| zuò cí : Cuffie, Cuffie, Diggs, Jones ... | |
| Gettin' money ' til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money ' til the day we fall | |
| Double barrel shotgun, pop son | |
| I told nigga, just not run | |
| I saw him on 205th in | |
| FordhamThis dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him | |
| I blown ya, you need a blood donor | |
| My bitch ghetto, like | |
| Florida and | |
| LaroniaLaundry mat hoes, who want clothes? | |
| I flow checks, one followed by six | |
| O' sI got hoes, in codes, in different areas | |
| Four ton whips that' s sittin' on interiors | |
| The bass shake in the club like it' s earthquakin' | |
| I cock arm, pass the bomb, like | |
| Troy Aikman | |
| Play the basement like | |
| Bruce Wayne and | |
| Dick Grayson | |
| You miserable, you get kidnapped by | |
| Kathy Bason | |
| Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin' | |
| Of Wu Killa | |
| Bee, what' s your total malfunction? | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door | |
| From the P' s, to the morgue, cop | |
| Louie all the way to my drawers | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| Come on, let' s cut the crap, money, | |
| I' ve been gettin' this rap money | |
| Crack money, stack money, | |
| I' m tryin' to get that | |
| Shaq money | |
| That Mike | |
| Tyson, Michael | |
| Jordan, Michael | |
| Jack' money | |
| Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that' s money | |
| Act funny, ya' ll make me laugh | |
| Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby' s ass | |
| These lazy ass labels, fuck you, pay me cash | |
| My crazy path promoted me into a | |
| Mercedes class | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door | |
| From the P' s, to the morgue, cop | |
| Louie all the way to my drawers | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| Yeah, all ya' ll can see is the back of my jersey | |
| Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to | |
| JerseyOff to | |
| Brooklyn, left you back in | |
| JerseyI was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey | |
| Shame on a nigga, take it back to | |
| DirtyRun, game on a nigga, | |
| I' ll be back in thirty | |
| Seconds, got the world' s greatest record | |
| And that money | |
| I' mma spend it like a greatest record | |
| This Division, all the ladies respect it | |
| Disrespect it and the eighty' ll check it | |
| It ain' t hard to see how ya' ll ignorin' the steel | |
| Niggas that | |
| I clap, lookin' for me still' | |
| Til they look like they came out of | |
| George Foreman grill | |
| Thoughts are stolen on free, must be on them crills | |
| Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill' | |
| Thoughts are rollin' on | |
| E, must be on the pills | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| My glock, my four, throw shots through your bedroom door | |
| From the P' s, to the morgue, cop | |
| Louie all the way to my drawers | |
| We pop, we brawl, get money ' til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money ' til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money ' til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money ' til the day we fall | |
| We pop, we brawl, gettin' money ' til the day we fall |
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