Master P《Poppin Them Collars》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:00.73]Hey yo (Ghetto Postage) [00:02.83]Give me something that makes a nigga want to pop his **********in' collar [00:04.74](With a lil' West Coast twist on it) [00:06.99](Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' collars) [00:14.01]Pop those collars [00:18.75]Pop those collars [00:21.97]Pop those collars [00:22.76]That's the just the way we do it [00:24.93]Pop those collars [00:27.64]We changed the game [00:29.95]Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho [00:31.76]Sippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0 [00:35.19]Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane [00:37.56]Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game [00:40.26]An every nigga in my click got the platinum chain [00:42.79]Blang, blang Doggy's Angel's same thing [00:45.02]Eastsidaz same thing, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane [00:49.65]Cause game recognize game and we got it [00:52.28]No Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up [00:55.72]We bang bang [00:56.70]On this music that we make ho [00:58.41]In the cars, the clubs, or when we smoke ** [01:00.85]We drop that **** for you kin folk [01:02.46]And poor folks no joke, loc loc [01:04.80]Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke [01:07.05]And pop ya **********in' collar till ya break ya back loc [01:13.38]Ah dog we off the heezy [01:52.37]Snoop and P together for cheesy [01:55.27]Poppin' collars from the South to the Wizest [01:57.64]We off, see the tank around our nizeck [02:00.25]We O.G. show me love [02:02.17]And the Baker Boys started the buzz [02:04.65]Now we California livin' like Dre and Pac [02:07.22]And them No Limit boys, see we can't be stopped [02:09.67]Me and E-Feezy go way on the bizack [02:12.46]Remember Baby D, TRU it and Prizack [02:14.82]My essay homie, chop chop got the dizope [02:17.12]While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast [02:19.70]I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me [02:22.47]Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy [02:24.99]Roll up to Eastside back to the West [02:27.41]Represent Richmond, California to the South, respect [02:33.73]I'll bless you before I diss you [03:07.73]Why y'all miss me, **** I miss you [03:14.55]So sweet, so sure but so low [03:16.64]So just let it all go, serious we sick of this [03:20.16]Dog homie, ask ya kids they put you up on it [03:23.06]On the corners they poppin' they collars [03:24.91]While back in the days, **** niggas used to stack they dollars [03:28.16]Make a nigga want to holler [03:30.04]Players, pimp, p-poppers, impersonators [03:32.54]Real rip riders, Eastsidaz and regulators [03:37.24]But we on top of things so they can't get above us [03:40.21]Hate us or love us, we rollin' with the heat huggers [03:43.39]Thuggers, house party niggas **** clubbers [03:46.74]With inane in my pockets, poppin' my collar pushin' and shovin'