Treach - Crewz Pop lyrics

[Intro: Quran] Aftermath... [Verse 1: Tariq] Peep the weak, greet the beast with cheap sticks & feet sweeps I hated gas, but I freak, cause I got beef with white sheets I'm leaving school styles lumpy, plus I won't break the humpty dumpty but I keep the hoochie coochies coming I hear a honeycomb hideout, slide's out So honies you can come where all the heads hides out I pray for the chump that bumps me or plays me like a punk So jump, jump if you want me [Bridge: Treach] It's another number one, Da funky Youngstas It's another number one, Da funky Youngstas It's another number one, Da funky Youngstas Cause we go flip, flap, flip, flap, fast or slow [Verse 2: Taji] In front me, jump me like that Ain't funky was for a fact Pick the stick, I'm the camel with four backs But you can't break the back,it's a strong cow Plus I bet you didn't know that yo, we drinking milk now [Verse 3: Quran] Walk the walk, talk the talk, chalk I stalk Like a hawk, when I break your whole walk, when your foot gets caught [Verse 4: Taji] Cause we ain't rip the bull shot Hit you with the full shot Booyakas heard when we pull props [Verse 5: Quran] Who's hot, bring what's hip-hop, I say Ain't no flowing ho-hooray Cause we can get done [Verse 6: Taji] Here's another from Da Youngstas The mother number funky substance Straight from illy Philly funkstas [Hook: Da Youngstas] Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop [Verse 7: Tarik] On a deal with it Only if you want the rough, the whole funk The stuff, with the trunk if you can't freak the funky front But don't fake the moves, shake the moves Cause if ain't paid your dues, then my neighbor crew'll spray your crew [Verse 8: Quran] And I ain't even saving you I be a part of the slaughter that makes it harder for your squad to move Now what the hell you trying to prove You bore me, till my styles'll have your DJ dancing for me Glory, halleluah My style'll do ya And we run through ya like we ain't knew ya [Verse 9: Taji] Da Youngsta will pump ya Funkin & dump in your dreads, the styles of lead from the headhunter 8, 12 and 20 bars, I'm fully on the money pile Mic styles charge cause I pull their card And we can kick the flow for the young bros The short bros, home bros, that's looking for the old gold A lotta rhymes, I never mind, that was kind It was cool, but now they sound fool, so I say never mind You'll always stay a style behind my rhyme And you're getting dropped When the crewz pops to the hip hop [Hook: Da Youngstas] Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop Crewz pop, it's the hip-hop, pop pop