Trick Daddy - I Pop lyrics

If I pop, and I snap. If I snap, a b**h gonna get slapped. So, don't move, b**h, don't breathe. You look better down on your knees. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. You know the boy ain't got no mannas. With them hands on yo daddy, and slap yo mammy. Shut up. I'm talking. (Damn it) All rise with a walk in. (Damn it) Your honorable King Ding-a-Ling b**h, say my name. I'm King Ding-a-Ling Courts back in session. Release the hoes. b**h, back to the scrolls. You know daddy got a plan for you. And daddy got a prize in his pants for you. Champion, well, if we come together.. We should come as one. If I pop, and I snap. If I snap, a b**h gonna get slapped. So, don't move, b**h, don't breathe. You look better down on your knees. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. She's like he's so manish. Yo, but she's so wit it Cause she ain't wearin' no panties I'm like here, kitty kitty. What it do lil' mamma. Yo, is them real titties. Yo, and it was like Mardi Gras. Cause she downed a drink And she pulled out her left titty out. Yea, b**h. That's what I'm talkin' bout. Gettin' loose, go head wild out. And, all I saw was a** n' titties. VIP full of naked b**hes. Compliments of a nasty n***a. Who else but me, King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. Good evening: Ladies, Gentlemen, Pimps and who*es, and the rest of you animals. Dont'cha know that s** sells. That's why my hundred dollar bills smell like pubic hairs. She work hard for the money. Accused of being a who*e, but just an entrepreneur An of course she's self-employed. Learned that cause her momma was a who*e before. Game face cause ain't sh** funny. Daddy like, "b**h, better have my money!" Now, that's my kind of who*e. Go to sleep, and have dreams about King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. If I pop, and I snap. If I snap, a b**h gonna get slapped. So, don't move, b**h, don't breathe. You look better down on your knees. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling. They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.