Xzibit - p**y Pop lyrics

(feat. Method Man & Jayo Felony) [Method Man] It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down. [Xzibit] When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot and clown; n***as relyin on special effects While the khakis and chronic, got the b**hes still breakin they neck Move the crowd without breakin a sweat Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherf**ers who ain't ready To deal with the legendary Soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po [Chorus: Method Man] Round and round we go, it don't stop Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot Baby girl to the p**y pop, p**y pop Lick shots for the p**y pop, pop, pop! Lookin good with your stink-a** Type of a** make a n***a pull it over fast Make it hot, baby girl to p**y pop, p**y pop Lick shots for the p**y pop, pop pop! [Jayo Felony] Well, you gotta pop the p**y, get rid of the next with a name on your gums It's the ?Bidulo Gang? b**h, we both want some You got titties and a** But I got a dick and some cash You ain't talkin bout sh** Then I'ma smash, b**h On three, on me, b**h, you my property Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin me And I said daddy, b**h thats what you gon' call me I ain't no simp or a wimp I'ma motherf**in pimp Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off You got me ? the f**-up, if you think I'm goin soft on ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes b**h, get up off your toes, and get my six-four ? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread And only Dulo n***as know, whats the head My name is Billy Loco and this is my opinion I'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion Be-b-b-b- atch! [Chorus] [Xzibit] I don't save or pray, or ? clothes All I really wanna do is win the game, f** hoes! In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a k**a And a c**ain dealer, layin low from the law See it all comes down to who's quick to draw first Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearse Mister X to the you know me Thousand-dollar b**hes wanna pop the p**y for free The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree Frequently bang b**hes, Wu-Tang, k**er Bee Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees After that we kick back and burn up some trees Mad shout, cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatin I'm an Alkoholic and I'm late for my meeting (Come on, Like that!) [Chorus]