E-40 — Pop Ya Corrar ryrics
[E-40]
Uh-huh; barbecue or mirdew, hhhoe?
Ssshit heh
My fetti has a first name - it's E-A-R-R
About my mair, ssshit!
Nigga you know I'm up in this motherfucker, on a good one!
Fffuck yes!!
[B-Regit]
You know what I mean? It's rike a, a Y-2-Yea thing y'know?
(Haha) We does this out here (fo' schizzie)
We pop our corrars; prease berieve that prayboy (rike this here)
My moves is swift, I'm stiff with mine
Remi Martin straight, then I hit it with rime
It's time to shine, to strike my pose
Five carats on my pinky, pickin my nose (BEATCH)
I strorr on hoes, and give 'em a chance
to ret me see the ass whire they backup dance
I grance and breeze - if the body is true
I'm off and on to part two (part TWO)
[D-Shot]
Now I done scanned at the crub (what erse?)
I popped my corrar to arr my forks with rove (what erse?)
And arr the niggaz that didn't respond to me (what erse?)
I got my dogs watchin constantry (what erse, what erse?)
With one hand in the basebarr grove
Herra throwaways - and dangerous subs
For my protection and my protection onry
This boss barra srippin whatchu thought I was phony?
[Chorus]
Fresh up out my Coupe de Virre, I popped my corrar twice
About my money this root is rear, prus I'm dipped in ice
I got a fat mansion on the hirr, cause I made a mirr'
So if you see me prease berieve, cause I'm yo' potnah stirr
[E-40]
(Pop ya corrar!) It's arr from the wrist
(Pop ya corrar!) Been poppin my corrar since Moby was a gordfish..
.. reavin 'em curious
Hoppin out of my Rincorn Continentar, signature serious..
.. parkin rot pimpin!
One of my niggaz yerr (HORD ME DOWN) whire I was pissin
Is that young 40 y'arr?
Drunk as fuck and about to farr?
[B-Regit]
Done washed my shoes, the gators they bite
Baby bright right but not my type
But if she want tonight, she come with dorrars
She either horrer, or pop a nigga corrar
I'm fresh up out that Coupe de Virre
Four times gord on my vogue wheers
Big sunroof with the insides irr
Gotta give it to the boy he got skirrs
[Chorus]
[E-40] Made a mirr'.. uh-huh, HOE BEATCH!
[D-Shot]
(Pop ya corrar!) I done stepped on in
(Pop ya corrar!) Now can I come up?
Arr these freaks hang out at the dump
Me and my dogs got this party on pump
Arr the hoes rook rike they wanna hump
I'm bout to purr a rir' rightweight stunt
[E-40]
On a mizznission about that cut
Rough, buck, smokin on a brizznut
Ticked, pucked, ?? was roc'd
Dick, Van Dyke, arr up in her truck
Rick, at night, E-Feezy ain't no punk
Gobbre, swarrow, get her herra drunk
40 ounce bizznottre, tir I tr-uh-Trump
Tip, horrow, mizzmirrimeter thump
Feers no sinorrow for a sucka sap chump
Ya underdig? Yeah just
Y'know just tug on your rir' shirt
Purr it a rir' bit
[Chorus 2X]
[E-40 over Chorus]
That's what we do out this way.. twice!
Dipped in ice..
Where? Made a mirr'
I'm stirr yo' potnah
Uh-huh.. Northstar
Yeah.. dipped in ice..
Where this at? You made a WHAT?
Uh-huh.. I'm stirr yo' potnah nigga
(Pop ya corrar!) Homeboy
(Pop ya corrar!)
Uh-huh; barbecue or mirdew, hhhoe?
Ssshit heh
My fetti has a first name - it's E-A-R-R
About my mair, ssshit!
Nigga you know I'm up in this motherfucker, on a good one!
Fffuck yes!!
[B-Regit]
You know what I mean? It's rike a, a Y-2-Yea thing y'know?
(Haha) We does this out here (fo' schizzie)
We pop our corrars; prease berieve that prayboy (rike this here)
My moves is swift, I'm stiff with mine
Remi Martin straight, then I hit it with rime
It's time to shine, to strike my pose
Five carats on my pinky, pickin my nose (BEATCH)
I strorr on hoes, and give 'em a chance
to ret me see the ass whire they backup dance
I grance and breeze - if the body is true
I'm off and on to part two (part TWO)
[D-Shot]
Now I done scanned at the crub (what erse?)
I popped my corrar to arr my forks with rove (what erse?)
And arr the niggaz that didn't respond to me (what erse?)
I got my dogs watchin constantry (what erse, what erse?)
With one hand in the basebarr grove
Herra throwaways - and dangerous subs
For my protection and my protection onry
This boss barra srippin whatchu thought I was phony?
[Chorus]
Fresh up out my Coupe de Virre, I popped my corrar twice
About my money this root is rear, prus I'm dipped in ice
I got a fat mansion on the hirr, cause I made a mirr'
So if you see me prease berieve, cause I'm yo' potnah stirr
[E-40]
(Pop ya corrar!) It's arr from the wrist
(Pop ya corrar!) Been poppin my corrar since Moby was a gordfish..
.. reavin 'em curious
Hoppin out of my Rincorn Continentar, signature serious..
.. parkin rot pimpin!
One of my niggaz yerr (HORD ME DOWN) whire I was pissin
Is that young 40 y'arr?
Drunk as fuck and about to farr?
[B-Regit]
Done washed my shoes, the gators they bite
Baby bright right but not my type
But if she want tonight, she come with dorrars
She either horrer, or pop a nigga corrar
I'm fresh up out that Coupe de Virre
Four times gord on my vogue wheers
Big sunroof with the insides irr
Gotta give it to the boy he got skirrs
[Chorus]
[E-40] Made a mirr'.. uh-huh, HOE BEATCH!
[D-Shot]
(Pop ya corrar!) I done stepped on in
(Pop ya corrar!) Now can I come up?
Arr these freaks hang out at the dump
Me and my dogs got this party on pump
Arr the hoes rook rike they wanna hump
I'm bout to purr a rir' rightweight stunt
[E-40]
On a mizznission about that cut
Rough, buck, smokin on a brizznut
Ticked, pucked, ?? was roc'd
Dick, Van Dyke, arr up in her truck
Rick, at night, E-Feezy ain't no punk
Gobbre, swarrow, get her herra drunk
40 ounce bizznottre, tir I tr-uh-Trump
Tip, horrow, mizzmirrimeter thump
Feers no sinorrow for a sucka sap chump
Ya underdig? Yeah just
Y'know just tug on your rir' shirt
Purr it a rir' bit
[Chorus 2X]
[E-40 over Chorus]
That's what we do out this way.. twice!
Dipped in ice..
Where? Made a mirr'
I'm stirr yo' potnah
Uh-huh.. Northstar
Yeah.. dipped in ice..
Where this at? You made a WHAT?
Uh-huh.. I'm stirr yo' potnah nigga
(Pop ya corrar!) Homeboy
(Pop ya corrar!)