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• Artiste: Redman
• Titre: Pop Da Trunk
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Yo, I pull it out the trunk Yo, we've been caught red-handed, punk Racked out, Dawkins on the dunk Exhaust on the pump Squeeze your block and get weak in the knees Like I sit SWs with Vietnamese I'm a G and a B or a I-C-K When I park, I'm smooth as butter I can provide with food and cover Anything else will cost arm and leg Born and raised chers I handle the mic, like I play the rucker I train to have more game than Dave and Buster's I train my dame to cock, aim, and bust ya Make it home in time to throw the flame to supper Doctor, you know I pop the trunk To hang a sign on your nose saying "Out for lunch" I don't make records to please people at my label I'm CEO, I got a block to run Holla! When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk (Look out!) I'ma lick a shot, yeah When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk (Biatch) Uh-oh, danger When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk (Look out!) I'ma lick a shot, yeah When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk Yo, I love poppin' the trunk, a pocket of funk Got my oxygen short from hockin' a blunt, fool I'm in a club like you Niggas get shitbags on their belly for steppin' on a shoe Damn shame, but the game don't lie These bitches be instigatin' shit on the side Causin' a nigga to take a trip to the ride Pop that trunk, sneak it inside Look out, the club used to be fun (Yeah) Go to the bathroom, shoot the fair one, it's done Now you gotta worry about hurryin' out Hop over the coat check, take all of hers Take all of his and take all of hers Shootin' at the ceiling, DJ Now everybody get on the floor, stay down (Yeah) Boy, I'ma put one in your ass right now I seen the chrome when it hit the strobe light I was rockin', but I believe this is your mic (Let's go) I ain't gettin' shot, I'm just doin' a favor I ain't even gettin' paid for the pain and labor And you think I'm gettin' blown away? Not tonight I'ma hit up four niggas with the pocketknife (That's right) Reach the back door and pop the trunk And be that nigga Martin said with pajamas on, nigga When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk (Look out!) I'ma lick a shot, yeah When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk (Biatch) Uh-oh, danger When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk (Look out!) I'ma lick a shot, yeah When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk (Look out!) I'ma lick a shot, yeah When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk (Biatch) Uh-oh, danger When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk (Look out!) I'ma lick a shot, yeah When I go pop the trunk, I pull it out the trunk WKYA Radio, we be kickin' your motherfuckin' ass