Pop Shit Songtext
von Ol’ Dirty Bastard
Pop Shit Songtext
Rest in peace, Ol′ Dirty, see my name is the ODB
The, the, the, the, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella"
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
′86 was the year that it started
Crack hit the states and my hood got to poppin'
Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics
Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects
Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it
You be sitting in the country with like 3 or 4 charges
Young when started but I had a talent
To get this past and drunk, cuz I took it as a challenge
The older niggas game me much as I can handle
Cop the eagle, started jackin' with the green New Balance shit
I′m feelin′ clean, I was only thirteen
With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans
My name's spelled right on my four finger ring
It was Dirt then, ′cuz McGirt, you ain't seen
The Ol′ Dirty Bastard, rollin'
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
Toe to toe, I scrap with the best
If I spit ten rhymes, nigga, nine gon′ connect
If you in front of 1 or 2, I respect
'Cuz I probably just forgot and wrote it strictly for my set
Wu-Tang, man, I love my set
Niggas comin' up here, this is where the G′s at
Look here, more money, more problems, my ass
You′re a naive cat, if you still believe that, for real
That's a trick to try to keep you where you at
All content, while niggas ridin′ Bentley's and Maybach
Think I′mma lay back, playa, forget it
First hundred G's, I see, nigga, I′m tryin' to flip it
And that's some real shit, not just a lyric
Drop a couple open cases, not too specific
Niggas out here tryin′ to prove whose the realest
It′s ok to pop shit, but come a little different
Tell 'em who the fuck I be the ODB
Tell ′em who the fuck I be
The, the, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, see my name is the ODB
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
The, the, the, the, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella"
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
′86 was the year that it started
Crack hit the states and my hood got to poppin'
Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics
Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects
Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it
You be sitting in the country with like 3 or 4 charges
Young when started but I had a talent
To get this past and drunk, cuz I took it as a challenge
The older niggas game me much as I can handle
Cop the eagle, started jackin' with the green New Balance shit
I′m feelin′ clean, I was only thirteen
With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans
My name's spelled right on my four finger ring
It was Dirt then, ′cuz McGirt, you ain't seen
The Ol′ Dirty Bastard, rollin'
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
Toe to toe, I scrap with the best
If I spit ten rhymes, nigga, nine gon′ connect
If you in front of 1 or 2, I respect
'Cuz I probably just forgot and wrote it strictly for my set
Wu-Tang, man, I love my set
Niggas comin' up here, this is where the G′s at
Look here, more money, more problems, my ass
You′re a naive cat, if you still believe that, for real
That's a trick to try to keep you where you at
All content, while niggas ridin′ Bentley's and Maybach
Think I′mma lay back, playa, forget it
First hundred G's, I see, nigga, I′m tryin' to flip it
And that's some real shit, not just a lyric
Drop a couple open cases, not too specific
Niggas out here tryin′ to prove whose the realest
It′s ok to pop shit, but come a little different
Tell 'em who the fuck I be the ODB
Tell ′em who the fuck I be
The, the, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, see my name is the ODB
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
As I pop, shots, as I pop, shots
Writer(s): Chris Martin, Jamal Grinnage, Russell Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
