Ludacris - Pop U lyrics

{*Click Clack*} Alright (Sampled from "What's Up" by Juvenile & the UTP Playaz played throughout song) [Chorus] You gon' make me clock you I'ma have to pop you You gon' make me pop you I'ma have to pop you You gon' make me pop you I'ma have to pop you You gon' make me pop you I'ma have to pop you [Juvenile] Who that n***a is What that n***a claim Juve wild magnolia Its an uptown thing Soulja watchin' over me So I'ma let it rain Just give me the weed, the mic And I'ma let it off the chain Y'all actin' like, that n***a lost it I ain't have no money Now I'm back, what the cost is (?) on my wrist lookin' gooey These ain't Birdman's These is real Gucci's Turn around the corner Motherf**er tryin' to sue me Talkin' sh** to me so I can hit him with a two-piece Where he rock, where he roll Where he got control Me and my mans and them get the brains out these hoes If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow Be in a trance like it was your man's pipe in the hole I've been sippin' a little somethin' Just stop servin' the game It feel good to be an OG I'm deservin' it mayne [Hook] I'm the n***a n***a The n***a n***a the n***a The n***a n***a Ju-a-vey I'm the n***a n***a The n***a the n***a n***a The n***a n***a n***a Ju-a-vey [Chorus] [Ludacris] Now ain't no tellin' where I might be (Nope!) Cause there's a million other creeps Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me Call them my stunt doubles So if you think you hit Luda' with the rueger I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles On the double, lookin' for trouble we staarted The eye on my gat is co*ked its retaarted I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green, and I'm so hot I told machine's people call me +I Robot+ Bang to the boogey boogey bang bang Let my little partner borrow my necklace And hit b**hes with the same chain Its not computer love (Nope!) I'm gettin' great brain Got a hard drive But they blow me out my mainframe Now how you like that? I got your momma pitchin' quarters On the corner gettin' cornered And come right back I'm makin' tight stacks (Yeah!) So if it ain't Juve or Luda Then can it n***a, we don't even like rap! [Hook] [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Got the Mack in the gra** And the nine in the dumpster Duck when they pa** One time wanna dump ya' Hunger What I got in my veins Take shots from the Henny Just to straighten my aim Now, I raise my middle finger (f** the World!) And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl Yea, I'm bout my paper mayne I'm fully loaded like them n***as in Jamaica mayne I know you know This is Crack And he's back And you mad Cause we diiid And they Yack-ity Yak In the sack when we slid in (Yeah!) Mommy shakin' they a** She want some big bills Tip drill, she wants a tip drill (That's it!) Its ya' n***a crack Live with some fresh cut Side of the highway Ridin' that's the best f** And you can keep them hotel keys Cause we gon' f** these b**hes Wherever we please [Hook] [Chorus]