A$ton Matthews - Scott Steiner lyrics

[Verse 1] I put that p**y on a track Make that p**y go to work I never put a p**y in a verse But bet I'll put that p**y in the dirt Chop, chop, chopping on sight Fast chop, chopping all white Put that money on your head My n***as gon' be chopping all night, chopping all night Man down, first in, last out 06' I was hand in hand with the grams But I never took a hand out, cashed out p**y, now I'm riding round with that nina Smoking on keisha, got four choppers in the two seater [Hook x2] Poppa pump, big poppa pump Riding round my city dawg, I'm big poppa pump Pop the chump, drop 'em in the trunk Riding round my city dawg, I'm big poppa pump [Verse 2] Mac-11, Mexican mack Keep the packs where I'm supposed to keep the medicine at Ahead of the trap, I hit you when I sell the sh** back A Helen Keller with a head in my lap, I'll settle for that All seeing now, seeing sh** you ain't seen before Skin a minc with the cap, what the f** I need a Peter for Skid a blow in the tippytoes, tippytop is where the b**hes go f** 'em all just to get the dough I'm so West side, that 45, that 710 Getting head from two lesbians, text messaging No time outs like Chris Webber in Michigan Got racks like Wimbledon, from the bricks in the Michelin Chip you off, you ain't chipping in Light em' up, then I finish him [Hook x2] Poppa pump, big poppa pump Riding round my city dawg, I'm big poppa pump Pop the chump, drop 'em in the trunk Riding round my city dawg, I'm big poppa pump