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Pop Ya Collar
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[E-40]
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Uh-huh; barbecue or mildew, hhhoe?
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Ssshit heh
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My fetti has a first name - it's E-A-R-L
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About my mail, ssshit!
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Nigga you know I'm up in this motherfucker, on a good one!
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Fffuck yes!!
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[B-Legit]
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You know what I mean? It's like a, a Y-2-Yea thing y'know?
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(Haha) We does this out here (fo' schizzie)
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We pop our collars; please believe that playboy (like this here)
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My moves is swift, I'm stiff with mine
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Remi Martin straight, then I hit it with lime
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It's time to shine, to strike my pose
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Five carats on my pinky, pickin my nose (BEATCH)
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I stroll on hoes, and give 'em a chance
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to let me see the ass while they backup dance
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I glance and breeze - if the body is true
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I'm off and on to part two (part TWO)
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[D-Shot]
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Now I done scanned at the club (what else?)
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I popped my collar to all my folks with love (what else?)
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And all the niggaz that didn't respond to me (what else?)
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I got my dogs watchin constantly (what else, what else?)
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With one hand in the baseball glove
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Hella throwaways - and dangerous subs
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For my protection and my protection only
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This boss balla slippin whatchu thought I was phony?
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[Chorus]
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Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice
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About my money this loot is real, plus I'm dipped in ice
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I got a fat mansion on the hill, cause I made a mill'
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So if you see me please believe, cause I'm yo' potnah still
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[E-40]
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(Pop ya collar!) It's all from the wrist
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(Pop ya collar!) Been poppin my collar since Moby was a goldfish..
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.. leavin 'em curious
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Hoppin out of my Lincoln Continental, signature serious..
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.. parkin lot pimpin!
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One of my niggaz yell (HOLD ME DOWN) while I was pissin
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Is that young 40 y'all?
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Drunk as fuck and about to fall?
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[B-Legit]
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Done washed my shoes, the gators they bite
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Baby bright light but not my type
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But if she want tonight, she come with dollars
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She either holler, or pop a nigga collar
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I'm fresh up out that Coupe de Ville
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Four times gold on my vogue wheels
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Big sunroof with the insides ill
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Gotta give it to the boy he got skills
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[Chorus]
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[E-40] Made a mill'.. uh-huh, HOE BEATCH!
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[D-Shot]
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(Pop ya collar!) I done stepped on in
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(Pop ya collar!) Now can I come up?
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All these freaks hang out at the dump
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Me and my dogs got this party on pump
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All the hoes look like they wanna hump
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I'm bout to pull a lil' lightweight stunt
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[E-40]
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On a mizznission about that cut
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Rough, buck, smokin on a blizznut
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Ticked, pucked, ?? ?? was loc'd
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Dick, Van Dyke, all up in her truck
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Lick, at night, E-Feezy ain't no punk
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Gobble, swallow, get her hella drunk
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40 ounce bizznottle, til I tr-uh-Trump
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Tip, hollow, mizzmillimeter thump
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Feels no sinorrow for a sucka sap chump
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Ya underdig? Yeah just
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Y'know just tug on your lil' shirt
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Pull it a lil' bit
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[Chorus 2X]
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[E-40 over Chorus]
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That's what we do out this way.. twice!
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Dipped in ice..
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Where? Made a mill'
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I'm still yo' potnah
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Uh-huh.. Northstar
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Yeah.. dipped in ice..
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Where this at? You made a WHAT?
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Uh-huh.. I'm still yo' potnah nigga
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(Pop ya collar!) Homeboy
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(Pop ya collar!)
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Pop Ya Collar
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