Camp Lo - Poppin' That Fly sh** (DJ CLARK KENT REMIX) lyrics

(Pop that fly sh**, daddy Clark-Clark-Clark-Clark Kent'll make it hot) Verse 1: Oran "Juice" Jones Owwwwwww Let me take your time, baby To tell you who you are The sun and the moon should respect you, girl Cos you're a star Turn a pamp into a champ, baby With you rlittle shooby-doo You want to get the freak inside of me Is enough, to bring the freak outta you Well I'mma swing it like a king and just doin my thing And I've macked around the world But I'd turn around and lay the game down If you said you'd be my girl Whatever you want to get to, baby You grab me and we can go Just a player and his princess May we forever flow and glow (Pop that fly sh**, daddy) Chorus: (x2) So now you know (now you know) Why you wanna be with me (why you wanna be with me) You like it (Baby, you like it) Poppin' that fly sh** (Daddy be poppin' that fly sh**) Verse 2: Oran "Juice" Jones I wonder when you hit the fast track Baby, how ya gonna show? Whether you claim fame in a game Whose name is "Cough-N-Blow" But I'mma let you represent me, baby Cos I'm a s**er for style and grace And you gon' be my pony If you never win a race (Pop that fly sh**) Chorus Verse 3: Camp Lo Yeah, yeah yeah Don't gimme a swing, I got mines and that's the thing Twenty rubies and forty diamonds equal one emerald gleam Pimp supreme theme, run a triple team up the an*l Clark, Lo wit the "Juice" Jones, send us the game, it's fatal Aaaaah, hop on the yamada hot, sweet hotter than rapid fire Slipped her my twoby hookers from the Oak to Crenshaw Super pimp, smoke the Kryptonite and wit the Lois Lane Wit the hurricane, my bro's will rock your body The silver bullets floatin, why you keep dotin? Lay the land of lepra Connect it to my Rodeo Drive out in Cali Poke mine, cane off a *?Sally Demnes?*, scuffed up my Bally's Got to get the Chinny's so the ????? brigade won't volley Cross hit the snow and now, she walk between the snowflakes I make my jalapeno and cheddar, cherry whole And hook up for your nose, I got the sniffer Nuff of this, for this 3-man dream, daddy I'm Don Cornelius Interlude: Oran "Juice" Jones, (girl) I'm in for the long haul, baby If you've got rabbit in ya, you need not apply (Uh) Cos I plan to stay wit'cha til we see flyin cars, understand WhutI'msayin? (Yeah, you got game) Now look here, darling, yeah so You about the flyest thing I seen all day long (Right) Now what say you and I go to my hut, baby (Mmmm hmmmm) We get zestfully clean and do something fresh and exciting We be on a primitive tip, jump into some ol' circle-of-love-type thing (It's that time of the month!) What? It's that time of the month? Oh no baby, that's a small thing, I ain't worried about that Hey, what's my name? (Juice) Time of the month, that don't bother me, baby Tell me somethin darlin (Uh huh) You ain't got a toothache, do ya? (What? A toothache?) (Clark Kent'll make it hot) Chorus