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Post by [†Ç] POP on Jul 28, 2004 20:56:23 GMT -5
POP get it poppin, this shit don't stop, Got your boobs hittin, shaking in a Halter Top, Drizzling out, no shirt, burgandy drop, Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock, Yeah boy, POP kinda hott these days, Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays, My rhymes is sharp they stick like a tack, Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac, You workin your chest & back out all nice, My shotty will put ya 6 pack on ice, Ya Heard! Hatin, I can't get you bastards off me, Fresh like I just took the plastic off me.
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