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"Poppin' (Remix)" is a track by Chris Brown, from the album I Can’t Feel My Face-Off (Unofficial), released 2006. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Lil Wayne] Chris Breezy I see ya, daddy [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, right off the bat, I'm a mack We can get it poppin', we can get it crackin' And if your man is whack And if he lack what I pack Then I will make you lack him Shorty, we can do what you wanna, how you wanna Where you wanna, when you wanna, ask them And my clip never droppin' We can get it poppin' like a MAC-10 Brrrr that, that, that on your back, back, back I smack, smack, smack that And I'm strapped with an automatic tongue And it goes brrrr-a-da-da-da Now who wanna get shot? Baby, I could tap that Yup, I could tap that like the Rat Pack I could lay back like a fat cat But I'm a big dog on any track Ah, and we got it pumpin' e'ry night, e'ry night When we did the tour thing You know I had to tell them young niggas When it come to the women, I just switch like a mood ring But I'm rich, I'm high on the food chain I'm hot, I smoke like two trains I'm trained, I know how to do things My thing is hot like blue flame Flame, the fireman put it out She hot, the fireman put her out All she gotta do is call up emergency And I will be on my way to the house Knock, knock? I know somebody home Don't leave me knockin', baby All you gotta do is bring that corn And we can get it poppin', baby [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Say, say, say, s-say, say what your name is Ooh, yeah, that fits you, girl Tell me where you headed Can I walk with you, girl? You got that look in your eyes That look like you give your boy here a good ol' time And I'm on it, girl, that's right I'm on it, girl [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] See this is the first time I had a girl whose looks set me on fire I'm really tryna get to know you better, girl, you ain't gotta act like you shy 'Cause we gon' do something, something is gon' get done And we gon' get crunk and have a lot of fun and I say [Chorus: Chris Brown] Shawty, shawty She wearing her hair, she working them jeans She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it She keep it on, man, poppin' Shawty keep it on and poppin' Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah Shawty, shawty The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking You got me open and waiting, and poppin' You keep me on, man, poppin' Ooh, ooh [Interlude: Chris Brown] Uh, uh Let me tell you Yeah [Verse 3: Chris Brown] I'm tryna keep my swagger but you 'bout to have me, girl Jump through about four or five hoops of ooh, baby Let's take it to the hood so the people can see you, girl Oh, yes, you mean and vicious the way you switching, now I say [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] This is the first time I had a girl who looks set me on fire I'm really tryna get to know you better, girl, you ain't gotta act like you shy 'Cause we gon' do something, something is gon' get done And we gon' get crunk and have a lot of fun, ooh, ooh, ooh [Chorus: Chris Brown] Shawty, shawty She wearing her hair, she working them jeans She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it She keep it on, man, poppin' Shawty keep it on and poppin' Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah Shawty, shawty The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking You got me open and waiting, and poppin' You keep me on, man, poppin' Ooh, ooh [Interlude: Juelz Santana] Yeah, Dipset I'm Santana, ayy [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] How you doin', baby? Nice to meet ya Wait, let me not mislead ya First off, I'm about my dough and cheese Just call me a slice of pizza Yup, I'll be your pizza guy Deliver your pizza pie (Pie) I got a chauffeur named Woodrow Car named Bentley When I speak, he drives (Let's go) Shorty know how to work it like a model (Yeah) She get it poppin' like a cork on a bottle (Yeah) Baby, if you was a car I'd put your doors in the air like a Murcielago (Yeah) I leave you on a higher note Then when Mariah Carey hit her highest note You get diagnosed with a higher dose Of what you never had before, me Plus I ain't like them other guys that be cryin' broke (Nope) Whinin' broke (Nope) I'm about my bread, you heard what I said Baby, I'm a loaf (Loaf) Come let me school ya Bring it here, let me be your tutor We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that scooter Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G In the back of my Maserati Then I drop you off before curfew time, the kind of guy I be Oh, I'm so kind Them other guys are not like me So don't pay them no mind (Nope) Uh-uh! [Chorus: Chris Brown] Shawty, shawty The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking You got me open and waiting, and poppin' You keep me on, man, poppin' Ooh, ooh
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