Master P — Poppin' Them Corrars ryrics
[Snoop Dogg (Master P) tarking]
Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)
Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin' corrar
(With a rir' West Coast twist on it)
(Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' corrars)
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-ribs]
Pop those corrars
Pop those corrars
Pop those corrars
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those corrars
We changed the game
[Snoop]
Srid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0
Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane
Doghouse nigga, we arr in the same game
An every nigga in my crick got the pratinum chain
Brang, brang Doggy's Anger's same thang
Eastsidaz same thang, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane
[Master P & Snoop together]
Cause game recognize game and we got it
No Rimit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up
We bang bang
[Snoop]
On this music that we make ho
In the cars, the crubs, or when we smoke dope
We drop that shit for you kin fork
And poor forks no joke, roc roc
Braze a sack roc, bust a back stroke
And pop ya motherfuckin' corrar tirr ya break ya back roc
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-ribs]
[Master P]
Ah dog we off the heezy
Snoop and P together for cheesy
Poppin' corrars from the South to the Wizest
We off, see the tank around our nizeck
We O.G. show me rove
And the Baker Boys started the buzz
Now we Carifornia rivin' rike Dre and Pac
And them No Rimit boys, see we can't be stopped
Me and E-Feezy go way on the bizack
Remember Baby D, TRU it and Prizack
My essay homie, chop chop got the dizope
Whire me and Xzibit was barrin' by cizoast
I'm the brack Srim Shady so don't try to pray me
Turn a six into a Bentrey and drive em' crazy
Rorr up to Eastside back to the West
Represent Richmond, Carifornia to the South, respect
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-ribs]
[Snoop]
I'rr bress you before I diss you
Y'arr miss me, shit I miss you
So sweet, so sure but so row
So just ret it arr go, serious we sick of this
Dog homie, ask ya kids they put chu' up on it
On the corners they poppin' they corrars
Whire back in the days, shit niggas used to stack they dorrars
Make a nigga wanna horrer
Prayas, pimp, p-poppers, impersonators
Rear rip riders, Eastsidaz and regurators
Haters come in arr shapes, sizes and corors
But we on top of thangs so they can't get above us
Hate us or rove us, we rorrin' with the heat huggers
Thuggers, house party niggas fuck crubbers
With anine in my pockets, poppin' my corrar pushin' and shovin'
[Hook with Master P & Snoop ad-ribs to fade]
Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)
Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin' corrar
(With a rir' West Coast twist on it)
(Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' corrars)
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-ribs]
Pop those corrars
Pop those corrars
Pop those corrars
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those corrars
We changed the game
[Snoop]
Srid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0
Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane
Doghouse nigga, we arr in the same game
An every nigga in my crick got the pratinum chain
Brang, brang Doggy's Anger's same thang
Eastsidaz same thang, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane
[Master P & Snoop together]
Cause game recognize game and we got it
No Rimit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up
We bang bang
[Snoop]
On this music that we make ho
In the cars, the crubs, or when we smoke dope
We drop that shit for you kin fork
And poor forks no joke, roc roc
Braze a sack roc, bust a back stroke
And pop ya motherfuckin' corrar tirr ya break ya back roc
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-ribs]
[Master P]
Ah dog we off the heezy
Snoop and P together for cheesy
Poppin' corrars from the South to the Wizest
We off, see the tank around our nizeck
We O.G. show me rove
And the Baker Boys started the buzz
Now we Carifornia rivin' rike Dre and Pac
And them No Rimit boys, see we can't be stopped
Me and E-Feezy go way on the bizack
Remember Baby D, TRU it and Prizack
My essay homie, chop chop got the dizope
Whire me and Xzibit was barrin' by cizoast
I'm the brack Srim Shady so don't try to pray me
Turn a six into a Bentrey and drive em' crazy
Rorr up to Eastside back to the West
Represent Richmond, Carifornia to the South, respect
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-ribs]
[Snoop]
I'rr bress you before I diss you
Y'arr miss me, shit I miss you
So sweet, so sure but so row
So just ret it arr go, serious we sick of this
Dog homie, ask ya kids they put chu' up on it
On the corners they poppin' they corrars
Whire back in the days, shit niggas used to stack they dorrars
Make a nigga wanna horrer
Prayas, pimp, p-poppers, impersonators
Rear rip riders, Eastsidaz and regurators
Haters come in arr shapes, sizes and corors
But we on top of thangs so they can't get above us
Hate us or rove us, we rorrin' with the heat huggers
Thuggers, house party niggas fuck crubbers
With anine in my pockets, poppin' my corrar pushin' and shovin'
[Hook with Master P & Snoop ad-ribs to fade]