Pop U lyrics

Song information

Artist: Juvenile
Album: Reality Check

Lyrics

You gon' make me pop you,i might have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you,i might have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you,i might have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you,i might have to pop you

[Juve]
Who that nigga is?
What that nigga claim?
Juve while(?) magnolia, it's uptown thang
Soulja watchin ova me, so I'm gon' let it rang
Jus' gimmie the weed, the mic and I'ma get it off the chain
Ya'll actin like that nigga lost it
I ain't have not money now I'm back where the cost is
Crystal travel on my wrist lookin gooey
Thes ain't birdmans, nope, these is real guccis
Turn around the corner motherfucker tryin to sue me
Talk shit to me so I can hit em' wit' the two piece
We rock, we roll, we got control
Me and my man's gonna get the brains out these ho's
If she can dance, she can romance nice and slow
Be in a trance like it was ya man's pipe in the ho
I been sippin' a little somethin', just observin' the game
It's feeling good to be a og, I'm deservin' it mayne

I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga
The nigga
The nigga, nigga
You love to hate
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga
The nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga you love to hate..

You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you

[Ludacris]
Now ain't no telling where I might be
Cause there's a million other creeps crashin' around these streets lookin like me
Call em' my stunt doubles
So if you think you hit luda wit' the ruga', I'ma be in cuba blowin' blunt bubbles
On the double, looking for trouble(we stared)
Tha' eye on my gat is cocked (it's retarded)
I'm sippin' lane, smokin' green and I'm so hot
I tote machines, people call me "i, robot,"
Bang to the boogey, boogey, bang, bang
Let my lil' partnah borrow my necklace and hit bitches with the same chain
It's not computer love
I'm gettin' great brain
Got a hard drive but they blow me out my main frame
Now how you like that?
I got ya' momma pitchin quarters on the corner
Getin' corner then come right back
I'm making tight stacks
So if it ain't juve or luda, then can it nigga
We don't even like that

I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga
The nigga
The nigga, nigga
You love to hate
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga
The nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga you love to hate..

You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you