Pop The Trunk

[Pimp C]

Smoke somethin'

I just bought me a Coupe Deville

Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel

Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack cuz I'm from Texas

Never seen candy with the fifth on the back

I'm comin' down the west end, niggas tryin' to jack

And bust a right Coney Island pop the trunk and started cappin'

Niggas was happenin' put they Burboun to the floor nigga

Hard to bust back but I was penetrating they doe

Nigga in PA, it's like the wild, wild west

Cuz we all pack pistols and we all wear vests

When the shit pop out, who gon stunt

Nigga ain't shootin' me first I fin to pop the trunk

[UGK]

[Bun B] - These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk

[Pimp C] - But niggas love to talk shit I fin to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - Runnin off at they dick suckas gettin' it crunk

[Pimp C] - Nigga I'm high off this weed I fin to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk

[Pimp C] - Man I knew he was a bitch I had to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - All we really came to do is just smoke some skunk

[Pimp C] - These niggas steady runnin' me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk

[Celly Cel]

You niggas didn't know that I was outta control

Slow yo roll for I put this chopper straight to yo fo

Head you better off dead than to fuck around with psycho niggas

Don't be trying to plead yo case cuz I don't even like no niggas

In my face, trying to question me about some drama

Only answer to two people: God and my mama

Far as niggas tryin' to put me in the cross,

Let 'em holler at my bitch, Nina Ross hoe house boss

I bet you mind somethin' in, run and tell a friend

[?] on the Gin, I think he's set trippin' once again

It ain't no stoppin' me, get at me then I'm dumpin' on ya,

Ridin past yo funeral hangin out the window slumpin' on ya

You didn't know, they didn't tell you boy you betta listen

While I shoot this shit before you put yourself in that position

Niggas that know me know I specialize in havin bump

You can have the tailway from the shovel so we can pop the trunk

[UGK]

[Bun B] - These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk

[Pimp C] - Man cuz his bitch chose me I fin to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - Runnin' off at they dick suckas gettin' it crunk

[Pimp C] - Cuz I'm fuckin' yo gal I got to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk

[Pimp C] - Nigga tried to jack my car I had to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - All we really came to do is just smoke some skunk

[Pimp C] - Smokin' at the tittie bar I had to pop the trunk

[Bun B]

Under Cali's blue skies, smokin' on chronicles and chocolate ties

Even when we tell the truth the hoes we lies

Man ain't no disguise, doin' ninety week flies

Ain't got no time for middle men and small fries

Only money conversation and big thighs

Let me talk to your boss man, the nigga wit the pies

And back yo ass up and don't act so surprised

When pistols start to cock, hands start to rise

Nobody move too fast I advise

Or you can catch a hot one right between ya eyes

Recognize I done set me sights on the prize

And put lights out with boom biddy bye, bye's

I'm livin' my life off of rap and weed highs

And act my age but not my fuckin' shoe size

But fuckin' wit us ain't wise

We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk

What, the trunk

[Bun B] - These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk

[Pimp C] - I knew he was the police I had to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - Runnin' off at they dick suckas gettin' it crunk

[Pimp C] - Man I'm sippin' on [?] poppin' the trunk

[Bun B] - Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk

[Pimp C] - [?][?][?] I had to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - All we really came to do is just smoke some skunk

[Pimp C] - To make it, make it crunk I had to pop the trunk

[Pimp C]

I know that they some bitches had to pop the trunk

California to Texas poppin' the trunk

UGK and Celly Cel we bout to pop the trunk

Sippin' on Hennessy [?] I fin to pop the trunk, bitch

Smoke somethin'

D time, PA, uh, '97

Smoke somethin

Representin money, like Too $hort bitch

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