[Chorus: Mr. Bigg]
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand
[Verse 1: Project Pat & Crunchy Black]
I know you sick of the sicker when you see the rims flicker
The paint dripper, ice in my rings glitter
I straight flip-uh the cheese like pancake-uh
Falling from trees like the leaves in my hand break-uh
Project Pat-uh, attractin' dime piece-uhs
I'm Dirty South-uh, french braid, gold teeth-uhs
I'm out here makin' sense 'cause I'm out here makin' dollars
I keep a bad broad, dog, and a popped collar
She's just another ho that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well gon' 'head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
[Chorus: Mr. Bigg]
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes (We in the Dirty Dirty)
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar (Gettin' my country on, man, what?)
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar (Yeah, gettin' my country on, man, what?)
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes (Yeah, gettin' my country on, man, what?)
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand (This how we do, ayy)
[Verse 2: DMX]
I don't pop collars (Yeah)
I pop niggas in the collar (Yeah)
Pop niggas 'til they holler (Yeah)
Pop niggas for that dollar (Yeah)
Pop, now he can't swallow (What?)
Won't be no more bitin' (Woo)
With a nigga throat gone ain't gon' be no more fightin' (Come on)
Missed it, nigga? I eat life and shit death (Yeah)
Get down and go hard 'til ain't shit left (Yeah)
Break niggas pockets (What?)
Rape niggas pockets (What?)
Y'all niggas know the deal, fake niggas stop it (Come on)
Anything get said about dog get said behind dog back (What?)
'Cause y'all know how the dog act
Light to the dark without hittin' a switch
Got 'em screamin' sound like I'm hittin' a bitch
[Chorus: Mr. Bigg]
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand
[Verse 3: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Now, when it comes to gettin' bread I got the keys to the bakery
A lot of dudes swear they playin', man, they some fakery
Let me catch your girl up out some work and in my sight
And believe I'm gon' be at you in the daylight with a flashlight
I'm tryna get paid however money is made
A lot of dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me? I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model, for real
Well, you know me by the Juice man, hangin' out with Big Triece
Standin' on the porch, drinkin' liquor, drunk, smokin' weed
Tryna get a paycheck, but welfare ain't came yet
That's why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet
[Chorus: Mr. Bigg]
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand
Now ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Now ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand– in my hand
[Outro: Mr. Bigg]
Poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar
Poppin' my collar
Poppin'– poppin' my collar