Crooked I - We Pop (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: RZA (King Tech)] Yo, yo, P. Diddy might run this city But I walk down the block, flash my -- (Yo RZA, hold up, hold up) Yo what's up son? (Yo, we gotta remix this joint) Yo, come on then (Yo, 40, it's on you) [E-40] I gotta tell you, we ain't next to nice, made you nice Don't get your head cracked, don't get your tomato diced I'm the coldest M.C. in the game And I shouldn't have to say it, you squares know my name Pimped with all the slang in the game, that they recite Every time I open mouth, these s**as bite I bust like a Dutch Master, blast you if a have to Somebody call the pastor [Crooked I] We got realest long beats Flows stop, make the beat go --- I'm in the Coup with the seats low Even on the East Coast, I gotta keep my heat close We leaving holes in your cheap clothes My only job is to stop imposters, watch the mobster Cop the Boxster, drop the top and squat Switchin' through lanes, this is the group thing Cause this is Wu-Tang and Horseshoe Gang, what up? [Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty ba*tard (Lady Platinum) {E-40}] We pop, we brawl, get money till the day we fall {please believe it} (We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall) {please believe it} [Method Man] Yo, I Bonecrush' ya, like I ain't 'never scared' brother That baby mother's like baby powder and there another M.C. does this cutter, when I cut, I split jugglers When my teeth get yellow, I spit bu*ter By now you know my name, man, who hold the belt, now Plus who hold his self down, all with the same hand Now what's the game plan, let money change hand I'm still champ, and white boys still can't hang [RZA] Yo, P. Diddy, might run this city But I walk down the block, flash my Glock on the jiggies An ounce of chronic, crushed up in the ziplock Outside the club, is packed up to the gridlock Dime piece wizes, high heels and the flip flops Real players pop with those cringy wrist watch Big bouncers the size of Sasquath Tuck riff with the rim that'll make your eyes pop [Chorus 2X] [Jayo Felony] Do I have to a**a**inate them? Man, I leave 'em with no altimatum I ain't hate 'em, I ain't make 'em make mistakes But I'mma break 'em, the cops, could I shake 'em Or will they catch me and charge me On the streets I put something in ya, that'll send you to God Meet my man, we don't have to roll, candy when we ride She love it, when I give her, pull her panties to the side Bullet loco, you might catch me breaking and entering Mama, I had to jump bail right before the sentencing [W.C.] Get it up in 'em, cool, that strip and claimin' the set And quick to Sway the Tech, ya'll straight bang and connect It's the dog, ya'll get it off, on your backpack and blue marker Chronic smoke cougher, I don't shoot walker Dub Sizzle on the remix, the last to speak Now it's all coming together like sweaty gas leaks Fo' sure, a n***a will say, 'yo, it's Dub C' 40, Crooked I, RZA, Method Man and Jayo [Chorus 2X]