Pop My Trunk - Wine-O, Fat Pat, Da-Assassinz

where dem hataz at

where dem hataz at

where dem hataz at

where dem hataz at

MAYNE !

Pop my trunk then

pop my pop my pop my trunk then

pop my trunk then

pop my trunk then pop my pop my pop my trunk then

i beat the fat pat whatcha kno bout dat

we 4 deep in the lac then we all got gats

jus in case a fool trip mayne ion think he wanna jack

leave ya layin side ways wide open playn dat

holla back was the funny whole world seen me comin

was a bad ass kid yea my nose was runnin

h-town, 5th ward, yep dat my hood,

ima twist it up throw it up yea its undastood

its all good everybdy kno my name im deep rooted in

the game sometimes im ridin plane sometimes i grip grain

on them 84s elbows swangers put em on the who do yo lifes still in danger

im shinin my neck wrist n my teeth 20 in screen jabbed

in my seats (in my seats)

25 crew if ya wanna beat so i can

Pop my trunk then yep then yep

when ya see me in the streets

im the same playa that ya hearin on these beats (paul wall)

jus holla at me mayne

my paint drippin like my car had a leak

sittin in my backseat will give ya headaches for weeks

when i pass sittin tall as a giraffe do the math while i get harassed

'cause im ridin a e-class

i jus laugh when i see them haters face make em eat

my dust leave em wit a sour taste

u ridin on 17s so i guess u in last place 'cause the

rims im ridin on come past my waist

when the trunk pop partna its a bop fest

im sumthin like a titty dancer 'cause my car is topless

when u see me on dat antwon turnin heads

my paint was burnt orange now its turnin red

its paul wall ridin butter on the south we gutta

its no wonder why dat original or wat uh (pop my trunk then yep then yep)

im the _________of the rap game go ask ya girl she

gon tell ya the same thing

she wanna touch my mic dawg i heard she could really sing

4 15s in my trunk yea it really bangs silly mayne steady

flippin on them cars

bad broads throwin draws summertime i spit at nights

sometimes i spit at broads

wen i fall throu the club man they treat me like a star

when i dip throu the hood they say look at his car

i got a scar in my styrofoam white cup wen ya hear

me say HUH gon throw it up

wen i throw my partys bad broads they be showin up

haters throwin up 'cause they kno a niggas comin up

(yea wine-o) im the talk of the streets im blowin up

everybody hear my voice yea they cant get enuf

'cause im rough and im tough stackin paper like Bun (