Lyrics to Peter Pop Off
Ladies and gentlemen
I'm 'bout to bring you Brownsville projects' finest
Son, who dat?
It's my mothafuckin' road dawg
So what's his name?
Sean P
Aw, shit...
Dude, my YouTube views and my skits
Better than all your bullshit
Pull piff, spit shit from the pulpit
[?] from Falcon Crest for filmin' the full clips
Ch-ch-ch, ch-ch-ch
Check out my melody
Cops pulled me over, the soldier checked out my felonies
Spewed lines newer, do-crime shooter
Junior, Donkey Sean two-time loser
Uh, one more strike and I'm out
Son raw, no gun drawn, Sean fightin' it out
52 block, I'm critical, box your face, fucker
Shotty and shells [?] the spot, I'm a gauge stuffer
Playin' the game, lames be playin' the game of dice
Peter Pop Off, bitches I'm playin' the game of life, P
Shit cost twelve, retail is seven
See you in hell, details at eleven
Ay
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
Uh
From down in hell, where fire come with them grills
Different feel, not the mind of a infant but infant meals
It's a ball parade, where y'all be floatin', you like a used bidet
Sharp with it, y'all couldn't cut it with a katana blade
Get the smoker to creep up on you and choke ya
I'll pay the boulders, tryin' not to hit the pens like ebola
Dark souls, we displayin' metal like car shows
Get the dough, we done housed more white than Park Slope
Don't be a bar code and get lined up, it's nothin' gastric
But by the stomach know there's somethin' tucked
The stitchin' custom, what you cut from? Not accustomed
From the 'ville, no vodka, we do the rushin'
You feds recon, hands movin' like the Wii on
In the game, better stay froggy, but never leap wrong
So guard your grip, the 'ville, we clique
I'm from Strauss, but the only auto parts is clips
And we rip
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
Yo, our energy from the same source
We're cut from the same cloth
Duck, hold the fort down and let them things off
Change course if you ever thinkin' of tryin' us
We cop out? Them Glocks out, like a buy-or-bust
Kick the door in, make 'em hit the floor, tie 'em up
He in the car, hogtied, jaw wired up (ssh)
Listen up, them Hill niggas don't give a fuck
We'll pistol whip ya, get your cash to split it up (yeah)
We live it up around this mothafucka (beware)
Shit get rough around this mothafucka
Come at your own risk, we don't miss
Fuck around, you get hit up on your own strip
You know how it go when the heat up
In Brownsville, everybody, even the chicks G'd up
We all fight all night, we don't know how to ease up
Get you and your bitch beat up
Somebody better tell 'em
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
I'm 'bout to bring you Brownsville projects' finest
Son, who dat?
It's my mothafuckin' road dawg
So what's his name?
Sean P
Aw, shit...
Dude, my YouTube views and my skits
Better than all your bullshit
Pull piff, spit shit from the pulpit
[?] from Falcon Crest for filmin' the full clips
Ch-ch-ch, ch-ch-ch
Check out my melody
Cops pulled me over, the soldier checked out my felonies
Spewed lines newer, do-crime shooter
Junior, Donkey Sean two-time loser
Uh, one more strike and I'm out
Son raw, no gun drawn, Sean fightin' it out
52 block, I'm critical, box your face, fucker
Shotty and shells [?] the spot, I'm a gauge stuffer
Playin' the game, lames be playin' the game of dice
Peter Pop Off, bitches I'm playin' the game of life, P
Shit cost twelve, retail is seven
See you in hell, details at eleven
Ay
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
Uh
From down in hell, where fire come with them grills
Different feel, not the mind of a infant but infant meals
It's a ball parade, where y'all be floatin', you like a used bidet
Sharp with it, y'all couldn't cut it with a katana blade
Get the smoker to creep up on you and choke ya
I'll pay the boulders, tryin' not to hit the pens like ebola
Dark souls, we displayin' metal like car shows
Get the dough, we done housed more white than Park Slope
Don't be a bar code and get lined up, it's nothin' gastric
But by the stomach know there's somethin' tucked
The stitchin' custom, what you cut from? Not accustomed
From the 'ville, no vodka, we do the rushin'
You feds recon, hands movin' like the Wii on
In the game, better stay froggy, but never leap wrong
So guard your grip, the 'ville, we clique
I'm from Strauss, but the only auto parts is clips
And we rip
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
Yo, our energy from the same source
We're cut from the same cloth
Duck, hold the fort down and let them things off
Change course if you ever thinkin' of tryin' us
We cop out? Them Glocks out, like a buy-or-bust
Kick the door in, make 'em hit the floor, tie 'em up
He in the car, hogtied, jaw wired up (ssh)
Listen up, them Hill niggas don't give a fuck
We'll pistol whip ya, get your cash to split it up (yeah)
We live it up around this mothafucka (beware)
Shit get rough around this mothafucka
Come at your own risk, we don't miss
Fuck around, you get hit up on your own strip
You know how it go when the heat up
In Brownsville, everybody, even the chicks G'd up
We all fight all night, we don't know how to ease up
Get you and your bitch beat up
Somebody better tell 'em
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down
