Tekst:
Corn Pops

' trash My, my how you sound You're very short on looks Dumb, when it comes to books Look out, baby Watch it, honey And you stay full of corn Just like

sittin' on 32's we sittin' on 60's Mud tires and barbed wire you drive for hours You won't see nothin' But palm trees and wild fires And BOOM! Out pops

when i met u ,u was on my dick jigga gave u his old bentlys now your on some shit and i dont know where they found you sun but since your pops aint around

to the upper hand But why don't you come and meet my boy the strong man And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops And shake your muthafuckin

Showin the steel toed boots And flip the loops Avoiding all obsticles Well face 'em head up Nigga man up What the fuck You scared or what I hit the bottom when my pops

out Smoke my Philly blunts out, my Buddha never runs out I turn the little scunts out And I got the hookers callin' me pops Once their cherry pops, ever

a man with a badge, cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge The five o killed naughty good boy dead Man you woulda thought they killed corn bread

the house tonight? No one; cause you're all wack When you fall back I call that fake Cause you're born to loose A-plus came to warn your crews The ? corn

kinda fella to follow paths that was hot He became too fascinated with that gang related flavor That he modificated rearranged his behavior He hooked up quick with the influential slang Gangsta-strow corn