pounder french fries Icy Coke, milkshake, sundaies and apple pies And a cup? Nah, that's enough of that I'm like an indian giver, yo, give me that back
freak nick showing wood grain strip If you trip on a dip, I got a clip for the jack So tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me where the hoes at [Chorus
It's M.O.P., and you know we stay strapped So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be bustin back I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause I'm swift I'm bugged, you
try and diss me, mock me, knock me Try to like copy, but motherfuckers sound sloppy I'm a hard hitter, so you figure that you rumble bigger And when you hear me
hard to overlook me That's why them hardcore promoters still book me You shook G... word up... hah hah... If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you
here we go, I'm back for mo' check the flow Up from the Down Low as I wreck the show Cause niggaz is borin, ohh you got me yawnin You come and go easy
to overlook me That's why them hardcore promoters still book me You shook G... word up... hah hah... If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you