Pop Bottles - Ultramagnetic MC's

Koool Keith

Ced Gee

Are y’all still doin that same stuff?

I be that picky wicky, bars spit the licky licky

Grab the crowd, your girl think I’m Pretty Ricky

She show me the titties, they small and they itty bitty

Roam the city, walk around like I’m P. Diddy

Cap the glitty, hit the buttcrack with a fifty

Pick up the hush, drop it down when I bust

I know it’s us, I stomp and I Cold Crush, the gold rush

The weed go out, they lean, blow dust

With no fuss, bust

Reachin and growin, peachfuzz

Your chicks fuss and fight

You grab pens and bite

I might give you some hype I like, like like

That’s not right!

~!

Super son

Freaks say I sound like A-Konnn

They give me they drawers from Avon

Power floss, pop bottles

Uptown the boss — bottles

Power floss, pop bottles

Uptown the boss — pop bottles

Power floss, bottles

Uptown the boss — pop bottles

Power floss, bottles

Uptown the boss — bottles

Power floss, pop bottles

Girl tonight, nobody’s drinking Dom and Crissst'

We dismisss

Y’all don’t know about that crugs glugs

Dismiss nil, get your cupsss, get your cupsss

Get your cupsss, get your cupsss…

(Yo Ced, give 'em a cup!)

Aight

Yeah, that’s how we doin it Uhh

Yeah, here we go Yeah

I flip the beat, rocks the beat, hypes the beat

Wait a minute, stop the beat

A lot of cats talk, can’t stay with me, can’t flow with me The cat who gave you Crist' with poetry

You knowin me, yes I’m true indeed, I’m up to speed

Like Keith told you cats, it’s the melody

It’s a part of me, I want you to see

So ma won’t you just stayyy

I’m not Jodeci, I can’t sing for thee

But I got 16 for your ass, pure braggin D So check the track, check the stores

Check the box, check the Pod, oh my God

Wooo~!

This track’s retard, simply hard

We pullin everybody’s card, don’t disregard

Course we up to par, like Tiger Woods

But we drivin better cars

Pop bottles

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Pop bottles

Pop bottles

Bottles

Pop bottles

Bottles

Bottles

Pop bottles