Waters Of Nazareth Publishing - Pop sh** lyrics

[Intro: ODB] 1-2, 1-2, 1-2 (guess who's home?) Yeah mothaf**er, you know who it is Ol' Dirty ba*tard a.k.a. Dirt McGirt k**in' anything that moves {x2} You know what time it is Neptunes mothaf**er.. The Neptunes Yo 1-2, 1-2 (yeah this sh** don't stop!) [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Plug it up, c**aine make ya speakers blow Party amps gettin' sniffed up now wit it too When there's somethin' in my camp, a wireless amp High as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp The wet got me damp, p**y darker than lamp Moses you don't wanna 'ttempt, I see all fans I'm too drunk too, now you like "Move!" Coked out in Peru, in hair/here like shampoo Small like snubs, camera to you scrubs Kinda like stubs, confidential at the club Sniff buds like Rule, I fast Ghost like Wu Get cream like tube, burn ya fast food Appeared in rude, we'll take ya panties off nude Yes and renewed, big guns and clued b**h I'm loose like Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug Girls you like hugs? I don't like thugs [Hook: Pharrell (ODB)] Pop sh**, b**h what's wrong? Pop sh**, n***a what's wrong? (Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH! (Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH! (Me and my n***as about to get...) SUED! (Me and my n***as about to stop..) YOU! [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Aiyo all this sh** is from the ghetto Smoke Palmetto, sing like Peno Carry the Heathrows, scared of police though They tried to k** O. in prison yo! Had me turned out, drunk is all about I got this money pourin' out the stout I'm a loud mouth, drunk party is out Play this music on every route Follow Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut Catch b**hes like trout, get drunk, won't stop I'm gettin' this money, called gettin' honey Streets of Brooklyn and ain't a damn thing funny Have a day sunny, b**hes put me in ya tummy I'm the n***a on the cross burnin' about 20 Go me a bunny lookin' good and funny All you n***as, is straight crash dummies [Hook] [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] I was checkin' out my melody before The Blueprint Felony, a nuisance, huggin' me and my two cents Don't double the six takes, never did a mixtape But rather a chick take but waste any weather we get cake I let rats have it, f** these rap f*ggots! Everybody want the kid dead like Pat Garrett I'm a goon, speak with a mellow tone Rock yellow stones, gun longer than a broom! Cuz felon on the ride is long due and soon Out again like boom, government comin' soon Anything less is uncivilized like it tastes mad I'm a shoot a youth's Sajak, cooler than a mayback Arubu known to collect, twistin' up that haze black And Backwood on that, hoodrat, I stay strapped P.P., don't carry that weight n***a redhead, f** with chicks if their head straight [Hook] [Outro: ODB] Yeah you know what time it is It's that new sh** Dirt McGirt, Neptunes