2 Live Crew - Pop That P***y lyrics

Fki = Fresh Kid Ice Bm = Brother Marquis Blowfly: "Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-od-Damn!! Shee-yee-Yit!! Look at the a** On that b**h! Look at the titties! " (Mixx scratches "Aw hit me!" and "Hold your legs up on easy.") Verse 1 [Fki] There's only one place where we can go To see freaky hoes doin' shows Doin' tricks to make us holler On a giving night, all for a dollar Silicone breasts, all on their chests Nothin' like others, but above the rest They'll do anything to turn us on Them hoes got it goin' on!! [Bm] I like big booty and big ol' titties b**h, you know you've been f**ed by many So come and be my private dancer I got some money if that's the answer I really wanna be with you; I get hard after seeing you How hard? Hard like a rock When you make that p**y pop! Chorus(2x): Luke Pop that p**y! Heyyy! Pop that p**y, baby! Pop that p**y! Pop, pop that p**y, baby! Verse 2 [Fki] Freaky b**hes with plenty of a** Rollin' to the music and shakin' real fast Bend over backwards, make me shout And work that p**y, in and out Movin' their body with plenty of action Bringin' to the men more satisfaction Doin' what they feel to turn us out Just work that p**y all the way out! [Bm] Shake it! Don't break it! It took your momma nine months to make it Bend over and spread 'em, girl Show-w-w me those p**y pearls Rub that a** and play with that c*** You know I like that freaky sh** Girl, you know you look so cute Throwin' that p**y the way you do! Chorus Verse 3 [Fki] Poppin' that p**y's a dance for the ladies Straight from the South, into the 90's Freaky b**hes are the ones I like In G-strings in the middle of the night Smoke-filled stages, b**hes in cages Guards at the door, armed with gauges As they dance and I get hot Keep throwin' that p**y! Don't stop! [Bm] I like the way you lick the champagne gla** It makes me wanna stick my dick in your a** So come on, baby, and pop it quick I fall in love when you s** my dick b**h, you don't know? You ain't heard? f**in' with me, you're gonna get served See, none of my b**hes, they never complain So come on, baby, and pop that thang! Chorus Luke: Janet J, pop, that pus-sy! Bu-bles, pop, that pus-sy! Sandra P, pop, that pus-sy! Ma-donna, pop that stinky smelly p**y, baby! (Mixx scratches "Work this motherf**er!" "sh**, this good!" "Woo hoo!") Chorus Luke: Breakdown