do do I'm in the mood to and I'm a woman and an individual And I want rockin' real slow I wanna hear it on the radio I wanna hear it, I wanna score (poppies
tryin' to go home wit'chu Now what'chu gon' do? (Gonna get get get it poppin' boy) Now what'chu gon' do? (Gonna get get get it poppin') Get it poppin
Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa
*** by the tree I love it when you call me big poppa Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player I love it when you call me big poppa To the
Been done split it - okay playboy? Fuck you say boy? Don't even much bring your hoe 'round C Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin with me Shut up! [Chorus] [Duece Poppito
gone away And you feel feelin? real slow down today If life gets hard to understand And the whole thing is getting out of hand Come to poppa, come see your poppa
i am trying to get it popping pop what's good for tonight i am trying to get it popping tell me what's looking alike you know we are getting poppin
Senorita, I can't forget your eyes Your hair, your Spanish ass I don't care what you tell the other guys Hear me out, I'll do what you say Just say what
Yeah, poppies When soon his majesty sent soldiers and thieves To India searching for gold instead from the ground Some magic they found Something far better I'm told Yeah, poppies
Chris Br-eezy I ... see ya da-da Ya, right off the bat I'm a mack We can get it poppin, we can get it crack-in' And if your man is whack And if
his, Ca$his [Eminem:] Yeah! [Ca$his:] King Mathers [Eminem:] C'MON! [Ca$his:] Pistol poppin, come get me nigga! (echoes) (Chorus: Ca$his) Pistol poppin
on and poppin', ooh Shawty, shawty She wearin' her hair, she breakin' them jeans She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it She keep it on and poppin' Oh, poppin
(Big Moe) Pill Pill Poppa Top Them Droppa I Don't Give A Damn Wreck Shop, You Cant Stoppa Pill Pill Poppa Top Them Droppa I Don't Give A Damn Wreck Shop
[Intro:] I do this for you baby Papa luv it do', y'knowI'msayin Mmm, (Do you want to be a player) Yeah (Then you got to have that flavour) More of that
Who's that whisperin' in the trees? It's two sailors and they're on leave Pipes and chains and swingin' hands Who's your Daddy? Yes I am Fat cat came
All aboard [Foreign content] Well, the Ding-Dong Daddy of the D-car line Had a thing for the ladies for which he did time He reaped a little more than
Mamma married a big asshole Whiskey bottles on the floor He just keeps on watchin' TV Stepchild tired of being poor Kitchen smells like rotten garbage
