the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] And it's on, up and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that the condom pop That'
With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some pop
)X4 I know you made love on satin sheets But have you ever did it in a chevy Capri Drop top by the lake skin to skin With bass music pumpin out your
, the overwhelming temptation to reach the pinnacle of the pop music genre will reduce the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene to
of y?all scared It?s that radioactive green chronic in the blunt music Brooklyn homie run up and pop you with a gun music Break it down for the blind
you weap [Inspectah Deck] You bein watched like you new on the block from roof tops Get your moves on these hot shots, pop, music stops Party's over
: Yea Man prince was a pimp abolonian vanity, chill on ease he had me on the edge of insanity Swore if I made it in music I'd be similar there I am,
appears the car is still running. Um, music's playing. Um, I'm approaching the car now, um, let me turn down the music. Um, I'm gonna go ahead and pop
'll notice the sound of steady pounding' Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out I'm pounding' ya down until your eyeballs pop out I'm not your
as they are not there And their time?s tickin? like an auto mare First nigga pop up an? we gave them the piece Next nigga probably leave ?em under the sheets
the overwhelming temptation to reach The pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even The most deplorable examples of the underground music scene
your head lean back, yo, touch your feet Let me see you pop that thang right there girl in your seat Feel the heat, count this page amongst your whitest sheets
TWRIK IT ON THE DANCE FLOOR SIAD GONEE AND GET LOOSE I WONT STOP UNTILLYO CHERRY POP I?LL SLIRP UP THAT JUICE WHILE I MAKE LOVE TO YA ON MY SHEETS GIRL
know Sugar pop get at P, The Doc beat Make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets You know, I got what it takes To make the club go outta control Quit playin' turn the music
my paper chase always get my green, always on my lean me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene In a classic seat yeah thats a sheet and you know what
know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat Make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets You, know, I, got What it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin', turn the music
It's workin' It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock Let me hear you scream I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets We reign and we pop and
be actin' fly But inside it's the LB slide Music pumpin' smokin' skunk gettin funkdafied While Ro, pretty Lou, J Bowl n' Bo We just a fiend in effect Nigga pop