Pop-A-Lot - Water Whippin Chickens lyrics

HOODRICH TAG DJ LiL Keem What Up [Hollywood Mickey] Pop-A-Lot What up, No More Whippin Chickens Verse 1 This watch face insane / this brightlin got a screw loose/ i pulled up in that new coupe its compact like a deuce deuce/ told your b**h she fired but she holding on like a loose tooth/ homie gotta that shotty in the big body no bruce bruce/ they joking n***a pop in the crib blowing potent/ I done drove the chevy drove the benzes next stop is the roaster/ with a stash spot for my toaster/ they can see we getting bread/ white or wheat/ she topped me off no teeth/ you play them games ill spray them things/ circle on your door no reef/ im in the range switching lane to lane pedal to the floor like peace/ ill holla walked out the crib new prada/ watch your chick cause if I hit she coming back like karma/ eat her up like dalmer/ she blowing me like gonga/ FEDS tapped my phone tried to put a end to my saga/ but they left breath in my body that three piece ain't faze me/ i came home with a new grind if you f** with me then pay me/ we had the city on its heals/ spending like we had a deal/ throwing ones like we had a mil/ so she'll eat this dick like its a meal/ balls in her face like she a seal/the feds giving out long numbers just thought that I should mention no more water whipping chickens CHORUS Only thing on my mind/ is grinding getting the digits/ shining f**ing these b**hes/you talk about it we live/ wrist wear to vicious/ chevy sitting on sixes/ tell the feds that i rap now no more water whipping chickens/ no more water whipping chickens/ no more water whipping chickens/ tell the feds that i rap now no more water whipping chickens Verse 2 [Pop-A-Lot] I used to water whip them chickens Me I get it n***a I'm ridin round wit ammunition I'll hit a n***a have his family reminiscing P-O-P I get plenty b**hes I was cooking up and they doing dishes All I do is make movies n***a He'll fix your a** he got the toolie wit him Everyday I'm with Dayo Or with Hollywood in the newest sh** Them extendos they movie clips Call me 2pop I do this sh** 450 for the Gucci sh** 10 crucifixus no true religions In 98 I was a hot boy Getting cash money like Juve n***a It was Choppa city like BG They gonna see me on MTV I was riding round serving 3 pieces I pulled up just like beep beep In the back seat it was 3 freaks When I pulled off it was skeet skeet Its like I woke up from A deep sleep Bumpin 2pac on repeat CHORUS Only thing on my mind/ is grinding getting the digits/ shining f**ing these b**hes/you talk about it we live/ wrist wear to vicious/ chevy sitting on sixes/ tell the feds that i rap now no more water whipping chickens/ no more water whipping chickens/ no more water whipping chickens/ tell the feds that i rap now no more water whipping chickens