Master P - Pop Lockin' II lyrics

[Master P] West Coast, Bad Boyz! [Intro] Pop lockin in my Rolls Royce, Cadillac Lincoln and Mercedes Benz Pop lockin at the Howard Johnson, Sheraton Pop lockin at the Holiday Inn [Daz Dillinger] Yeah, Tha Dogg Pound is back again Makin it pop cause it's after 10 Hypin it up, who else could do it - but us? Silkk, Gold, Snoop, be Daz & Kurupt, what up! Ain't No Limit to what I could do I show and prove to do just what I do That's what I do, and dust ya whole crew I gangsta walk, that's how I spark the C And I do it that's on D.P.G Hollered at P then chopped it up just like a ki We chillin in the place to be Yeah homie, and that's on me Big paper big thangs big house big change Homie this a West coast thang, ha ha Peel out then skate; pancake three-wheel, drop the top Watch the girls straight jock, y'know (ha ha!) Dogg Pound make the world go 'round Long Beach keep puttin it down, with that West coast sound [Chorus] Pop lockin in my Rolls Royce, Cadillac Lincoln and Mercedes Benz Pop lockin at the Howard Johnson, Sheraton Pop lockin with all my friends (with all my friends) It's that West coast way we're livin [Snoop] Money, cars, weed, b**hes It's that West coast way we're livin [Snoop Dogg] (Oh boy!) The gangsters bang, do that damn thang Me and my nephew, Dogghouse keep it true (Dogghouse WHAT?!) Roll that weed, pa** that drank Holla at your n***a baby bring your bank, ha ha (Ha ha, from the South to the West) Why must I, chase the cat? If you was me, and I was you You'd probably floss on a n***a burnin rubber in a '52 Most b**hes do; and most n***as do too In the land where it's all about the red and blue But me, I'd rather get the greenery And smoke out the whole motherf**in scenery [Chorus] [Goldie Loc] Now why must I, C like that With the mariella Chucks, draped in all black Take 'em back like the pop-lock in Kangol suits [Master P] Showin love from the soldiers From the red to the blue [W.C.] From the home of the rip riders, C-Dogs and bionic To the South where them NIAz be "Bout It, Bout It" It's that bandana general, burnin 'em like a venereal We'll do this with no serial, G'd up and twistin 'em Sittin on twenty-two's as I tilt Bangin corners wit my locs P and Silkk Quick to bank ya, it's the brown paper bag dranker On the remix, Dub C keep it gangsta [Chorus] [Silkk the Shocker] It ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You know what we brang No Limit and Dogghouse; Ain't nuttin but a G thang bayy-bay You know, we think to win Y'all think money soften us y'all better thank again Cause if it ain't about money, then why would I bother? If she ain't keepin it real, then why would I holla? [Master P] We the West Coast Bad Boyz, no we don't brag boy Pimpin on the corner gettin cheese.. T-shirt khakis and jeans.. And all the thugs know where we be.. It's the W to the Rizzo, this one for my nizzle The (?) think they thizzle it ain't No Limit to my strizzle [Chorus] [E-40 over Chorus] Yeah the left coast mayne, y'know Players comin together Like siamese twins mayne - Y'KNO!!! (Forty Fonzarelli.. uhh) [E-40] Uhh - it's gang involved Been doin the damn thi-dang since Kermit the Frog was a pollywog (A pollywog! Uhh) The player wit all the lingo The rap game without me is like, OLD FOLKS WITHOUT BINGO It's the amba**ador of the bay Fo' shiggido my n**idy, it's E-Forty Fonzariggido Off the higgado, straight up out that Valle-Jo Northern California, do you recognize pee-imp? [Chorus] [overlapping Chorus] Where the parkin lot pimps at? Where you at, where the pimpin rats at yo? Where you at yo? Mo' it up Throw it up - where the pop-lockers at? Put your hands up! [R. Troutman style vocoder] Whoaawhoaawhoaa.. it's how we're livin