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Ja Rule Dirty Pop

dirty pop Dirty pop Dirty pop Fuck Shut the fuck up and give me a dirty pop Dirty pop Dirty pop Fuck Shut the fuck up and give me a dirty pop Dirty pop Dirty

big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls, cold cash On the mic Shaquel Shabazz Supreme, the Lord, the G-o-d Down with the Syndicate posse It's you we rule

don't wait for nothin', it don't stop Crabs in a bucket make me wanna say fuck it Like pop, pop, pop, pop, pop but y'all lucky Eastside, front to back

up out my way I be true O.G., you can quote what I say I'm a H-town nigga from around the way Southside, ridin' dirty like I'm UGK Asshole by nature like

guns and clued Bitch I'm loose like Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug Girls you like hugs? I don't like thugs [Chorus: Pharrell (ODB)] Pop shit, bitch what's wrong? Pop

'd better pop back or your ass getting dropped, black 'Cause niggas lay you on your back fast So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass

G Rap, underground without a rule Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot Helicopters stabilized at low altitudes Talkin to the negotiator, layin out the rules

"Oh cutie, got it goin' on" "Cute, what, that dirty motherfucker" "You buggin'" "Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly motherfucker" "You buggin', no, look

[Chorus] I'm the jack of all trades, master of one Black and underpaid, blastin this mic gun Put it to your temple, and pop yo' pimple Break you down