[Intro]
Kinfolk, y'all know these rappers had to do one
For all my cone poppers, all my hustlers
This one right here, its for y'all, lets go
[Verse 1: Unknown Artist]
I'm pushin X-type, all white, totin' my iron
In the hood, they call me Late Night, Conen O'Brian
'Cause I be poppin cones, to the early morn
It ain't no goin home, til the work is gone
I done sold everything, from dreams to getty green
I'm a South Memphis king, working a triple beam
If you want it, I got it
If not, I can get it
I got the block on lock, 'cause the keys to the city
Redbone pretty, I know you wanna hit it
For the paper, you can take her, to me, she ain't shit
Talking big paper, or a whole lotta dough
I'm like no, I don't think so
Got two things missin, game and ambition
Broke as hell, couldn't sell pussy in prison
These Memphis boys got they hustle, I do declare
Makin big money moves like millionaires
[Chorus]
I've got coke and this 3 pop cone
You need a bird, man, who is you Jones
Cuttin' deals on my [?] quickie phone
Real players got weight, then get it gone
Those hoes hustle hard on the blade
No job, but I stay gettin paid
You need the work, hit me on my two way
A Memphis nigga poppin cone, OK
[Verse 2: Kia Shine]
It's your boy Kia Shine, poppin cone through your speakers
Catch me at the strip club, poppin cone with Alicia
Just got this CO5 with the quarters on it
Would grain with the wang and the spoilers on it
I guess you wonder how your kinfolk afford it, dont it?
I cone so much, came up with a chorus on it
Rapper is my cone, Kia Shine got skills
Pop cone on TV [?] came home with a deal
Got work in these streets, got birds, got pills
Got dro, got drank, goddamn it, let me thank
Got a cone for every day, I be getting that green
And when they snatched Jack Frost and started selling flat screens
Even when its zero tolarance, I had to get them dollars in
Feds watching so my shine still got that product
Ass in, cash in, Shine gotta get his stones
Poppin with your boy, yall know this shit is not a game
[Chorus: Unknown Artist]
I've got coke and this 3 pop cone
You need a bird, man, who is you Jones
Cuttin' deals on my [?] quickie phone
Real players got weight, then get it gone
Those hoes hustle hard on the blade
No job, but I stay gettin paid
You need the work, hit me on my two way
A Memphis nigga poppin cone, OK
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Well, I'm the number one cone popper, nigga
Ain't seen a narc squad that can stop a nigga
See day one, North Memphis been my father figure
15 with a bird and a chopper, nigga
Ever since, I've been ridin down, smashing niggas
Money green, 20 inches on a classic, nigga
'Cause my brother hooked up with some Mexicans
That only made more money have protection then
Money [?] gang of shit
Let me tell you 'bout a story make no kind of sense
Got a budget from a label, wasn't recording shit
The Feds had a recording of me ordering bricks
With a lack of evidence, they could prove my point
Since 03, catch me sliding through in the Porshe
Of course I burn blocks, catch me in the North
Got rap money, but I still pop cone for the sport
[Chorus: Unknown Artist]
I get coke and this 3 pop cone
You need a bird, man, who is you Jones
Cuttin' deals on my [?] quickie phone
Real players got weight, then get it gone
Those hoes hustle hard on the blade
No job, but I stay gettin paid
You need the work, hit me on my two way
A Memphis nigga poppin cone, OK
I get coke and this 3 pop cone
You need a bird, man, who is you Jones
Cuttin' deals on my [?] quickie phone
Real players got weight, then get it gone .....
