Pop My Shit

[Intro: E-40]

(DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)

Let me pop my shit

Yay Area

[Verse 1: E-40]

A lot of the shit that I say ain't always true (Always true)

But it's hella shit that I say that's hella true (Hella true)

It all depends on your point of view (Point of view)

The shit that's old to me might be new to you

I was pushin' the game with a triple beam and a microphone

Servin' nasal candy, same color as Styrofoam

And the survivor zone right in the front of my mama's home

Pushin' that Barney Rubble and that Fred Flintstone

A product of my environment

Paramedics and firemen

Whеre the old folks, homeownеrs can't enjoy retirement

Where the poor folks and the dromers, ambulance and sirens

Where the po-pos, Poncherellos, high-speeds end in violence

These bitches be on a nigga like I'm Denzel (Denzel)

I gotta tell them hoes that my bread's stale

Would she put up ten percent (Ten percent) if I get popped? (Get popped)

Conjugal visit, they threw me in the pot

Bitch

[Chorus: Dreebo]

Let me pop off, pop my shit

Let me pop my sh—

Chopper knock your fitted and your sock off

Pop my shit

Let me pop my shit

They watchin' us, we is not y'all

Pop my shit (My shit)

Let me pop my shit

They ain't win that home run, this a walk-off

Pop my shit (My shit)

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, let me pop off

[Verse 2: Larry June]

Don't watch me, nigga, watch that bitch

Man, you niggas too old to be actin' like this

She thought I was dancin', nah, that was the wrist

I got it out the mud, I don't owe a nigga shit

I'm on one (I'm on one), you niggas late in the game

I bought a whole lot of real estate before this chain

I got one over there, I got one out the way

So hell yeah, I'm pushin' 'Rari when it's time to skate (Numbers)

Where was niggas at when we was smokin' the shake? (Smokin' the shake)

Where was niggas at when we was movin' the— Shh (Movin' on)

I stack and I stack and I stack again (Stack again)

You thought it was a wrap, but I'm back again (Back again)

Lookin' for a lil' bitch that I can call wifey

It's just a white tee, but the wrist piece pricy

Yeehee, damn, this bitch lookin' righteous

Soft ass, tryna hold the bitch hostage, what's happenin'?

[Chorus: Dreebo]

Let me pop off, pop my shit

Let me pop my sh—

Chopper knock your fitted and your sock off

Pop my shit

Let me pop my shit

They watchin' us, we is not y'all

Pop my shit (My shit)

Let me pop my shit

They ain't win that home run, this a walk-off

Pop my shit (My shit)

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, let me pop off