Pop the trunk, watch ****** run, see somebody bleed Pop the thots, pop the guts out of Swish and Sweet Pop the cork, call the morgue, fetus deceased Then pop the lead, all that pussy, then pop some HIV Whoa, whoa, or pop some knowledge from Pops Whoa, whoa, or wisdom, give him his props Shanannigan's deal, I'm askin', where will it stop? These hooligans been doin' Xan, mixin' it with the stops Me, I'm stayin' strong like a juggernaut Jugglin' the Bible, haunted hood spot Cook what? Nah, I never cook rocks But I bet I beat a cracker ass with a whole tube sock Full of black obsidian, you need not play with that man And once again, these precepts live in my head And heavy is the crown that their brother wear on his head And I can't start a pot too long, my people need to be fed, I'm sayin' Yo, this for the stereo streets, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom You know how we do, man We're goin' outside, man, it get wicked, so I'm just playin' But don't go over righteous with your ass, you feel me?