Pop My sh*t lyrics

[Intro: E-40]
(DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
Let me pop my sh*t
Yay Area

[Verse 1: E-40]
A lot of the sh*t that I say ain't always true (Always true)
But it's hella sh*t that I say that's hella true (Hella true)
It all depends on your point of view (Point of view)
The sh*t 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 b*tches be on a n*gga 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
b*tch

[Chorus: Dreebo]
Let me pop off, pop my sh*t
Let me pop my sh—
Chopper knock your fitted and your sock off
Pop my sh*t
Let me pop my sh*t
They watchin' us, we is not y'all
Pop my sh*t (My sh*t)
Let me pop my sh*t
They ain't win that home run, this a walk-off
Pop my sh*t (My sh*t)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, let me pop off
[Verse 2: Larry June]
Don't watch me, n*gga, watch that b*tch
Man, you n*ggas 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 n*gga sh*t
I'm on one (I'm on one), you n*ggas 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 n*ggas at when we was smokin' the shake? (Smokin' the shake)
Where was n*ggas 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' b*tch that I can call wifey
It's just a white tee, but the wrist piece pricy
Yeehee, damn, this b*tch lookin' righteous
Soft ass, tryna hold the b*tch hostage, what's happenin'?

[Chorus: Dreebo]
Let me pop off, pop my sh*t
Let me pop my sh—
Chopper knock your fitted and your sock off
Pop my sh*t
Let me pop my sh*t
They watchin' us, we is not y'all
Pop my sh*t (My sh*t)
Let me pop my sh*t
They ain't win that home run, this a walk-off
Pop my sh*t (My sh*t)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, let me pop off