Get It Poppin’ Songtext
von Fat Joe

Crack, yeah
Scott Storch, y′all
Dirty, Crack, c'mon

It′s two up in the mornin' girl
And the DJ playin' that song
Now what′chu gon′ do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin′ boy)
What'chu gon′ do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin′)

I said, it's two up in the mornin', girl
And the DJ playin′ that song
Now what′chu gon' do?
(I′ma get get get it poppin' boy)
What′chu gon' do?
(I′ma get get get it poppin')

I got that black no limit American Express card
Mami, you can get whatever you like
Plus I got that all-black Phantom, it's tinted on four sides
Go ′head kiss it, they can′t see us inside


Mami, tell me, do you like it? I know you like it
It's written all over your face, don′t fight it
You like it, more than I like it
So put it all over your face, don't bite it

From rags to riches, club packed with bitches
Had to bag them digits, her head game was vicious
And we can get it poppin′ in the bathroom
Don't be selfish, ma, go ahead and pass it to him

Then we can all fuck
It′s like a million on my neck
Got all of these bitches awestruck
We pissy drunk off of Seraphim
I'm up in VIP and these bitches are screamin' "Let me in"

Up in the mornin′, girl
And the DJ playin′ that song
Now what'chu gon′ do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin′ boy)
What'chu gon′ do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin') Come on, I said


It′s two up in the mornin′ now
And I'm tryin′ to go home wit'chu
Girl, what′chu gon' do?
(I′ma get get get it poppin' boy)
What'chu gon′ do?
(I′ma get get get it poppin')

Get it poppin′, go 'head and drop it
It′s written all over your face, don't stop it
Just drop it, more like it′s hot, miss
Kick in the do' with the fo-fo messin' with Joe

Now this chick got an ass so fat, in fact
I put a drink on it and I came right back
She would never talk to a lame like that
In my ear screamin′
"How you got a name like Crack?" (Crack)

Similar to Mike Jones
Say my name enough, then I′m takin' you home
You know I walk when I talk
When I sleep with the chrome
One squeeze and you′re gone

What I look like, not takin' at least
Three to six women out the club with me
Now we back to the fuck pad, call it the fuck pad
′Cause all these bitches fuckin' with me, talk to ′em dirty

Up in the mornin', girl
And the DJ playin' that song
Now what′chu gon′ do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin′ boy)
What'chu gon′ do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin′)

Well it's two up in the mornin' and
Them niggas try′n hate on your crew
Nigga, what′chu gon' do?
(I′ma get get get it poppin' boy)
Yeah, what′chu gon' do?
(I′ma get get get it poppin')

Now when them doors swing open with that awkward motion
What'chu call it, suicide, it′s a suicide
And if them niggas talk shit ′cause they drunk off that potion
They commitin' suicide, it′s a suicide

Let's get it poppin′ my niggas, cook, yo
I got a shotty, my niggas, oh Lord
I feel sorry for your mother, give a fuck what you say
Spin your head back, promote you on a videotape

It's two up in the mornin′, girl
And the DJ playin' that song
Now what'chu gon′ do?
(I′ma get get get it poppin')
What′chu gon' do?
(I′ma get get get it poppin')

I said it′s four up in the mornin' now
And I'm tryin′ to go home wit′chu
Girl, what'chu gon′ do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin′)
What'chu gon′ do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin')

C′mon, yeah, it′s Crack, what'chu gon′ do?
Cafe, all my people in there partyin'
All the party people across the world
Ladies, "Things of that Nature"
Ow, Crack