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RZA - We Pop lyrics
[Hook: woman] We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall [RZA] Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son I told nigga, just not run I saw him on 205th in Fordham This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!) I blown ya, you need a blood donor My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl) Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes? I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's) I got hoes, in codes, in different areas Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin' I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman) Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin' Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction? [Chorus: ShaCronz |
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