Pop The Trunk Lyrics

Pop The Trunk lyrics

[Pimp C]

Smoke somethin

I just bought me a Coupe Deville,

Took out
the air bag put in a wood wheel

Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack cuz I'm
from Texas,

Never seen candy with the fifth on the back

I'm comin down
the west end, niggas tryin to jack

And bust a right Coney Island pop the
trunk and started cappin

Niggas was happenin put they Burboun to the floor
nigga

Hard to bust back but I was penetrating they doe

Nigga in PA,
it's like the wild, wild west

Throwin all packed [?] and we all wear
vests

When the shit pop out, who gon stunt,

Nigga ain't shootin me
first I fin to pop the trunk



[UGK]

[Bun B] - These niggas keep
talkin like they want the funk

[Pimp C] - But niggas love to talk shit I
fin to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - Runnin off at they dick suckas gettin it
crunk

[Pimp C] - Nigga I'm high off this weed I fin to pop the
trunk

[Bun B] - Steady frontin like a man but you show me a punk

[Pimp
C] - Man I knew he was a bitch I had to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - All we
really came to do is just smoke some scum

[Pimp C] - These niggas steady
runnin me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk



[Celly Cel]

You niggas
didn't know that I was outta control

Slow yo roll for I put this chopper
straight to yo fo

Head you better off dead than to fuck around with psycho
niggas

Don't be trying to plead yo case cuz I don't even like no
niggas

In my face, trying to question me about some drama

Only answer
to two people: God and my mama

Far as niggas tryin to put me in the
cross,

Let em holler at my bitch, Nina Ross hoe house boss

I bet you
mind somethin in, run and tell a friend

[?] on the Gin, I think he said
"trippin" once again

It ain't no stoppin me, get at me then I'm dumpin on
ya,

Ridin past yo funeral hangin out the window slumpin on ya

You
didn't know, they didn't tell you boy you betta listen

While I shoot this
shit before you put yourself in that position

Niggas that know me know I
specialize in havin bump

You can have the tailway from the shovel so we can
pop the trunk

[Bun B] - These niggas keep talkin like they want the
funk

[Pimp C] - Man cuz his bitch chose me I fin to pop the trunk

[Bun
B] - Runnin off at they dick suckas gettin it crunk

[Pimp C] - Cuz I'm
fuckin yo gal I got to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - Steady frontin like a man
but you show me a punk

[Pimp C] - Nigga tried to jack my car I had to pop
the trunk

[Bun B] - All we really came to do is just smoke some
scum

[Pimp C] - Smokin at the tittie bar I had to pop the
trunk



[Bun B]

Under Cali's blue skies, smokin on chronicles and
chocolate ties

Even when we tell the truth, the hoes we lies,

Man ain't
no disguise, doin ninety week flies,

Ain't got no time for middle men and
small fries,

Only money conversation and big thighs,

Let me talk to
your boss man, the nigga wit the pies,

And back yo ass up and don't act so
surprised,

When pistols start to cock, hands start to rise,

Nobody move
too fast I advise,

Or you can catch a hot one right between ya
eyes,

Recognize I done set me sights on the prize,

And put lights out
with boom fifty bye, bye's,

I'm labeling my life off of rap and weed
highs,

And ask my agent bout my fuckin shoe size.,

But fuckin wit us
ain't wise,

We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk

What, the
trunk



[Bun B] - These niggas keep talkin like they want the
funk

[Pimp C] - I knew he was the police I had to pop the trunk

[Bun B]
- Runnin off at they dick suckas gettin it crunk

[Pimp C] - Man I'm sippin
on [?] poppin the trunk

[Bun B] - Steady frontin like a man but you show me
a punk

[Pimp C] - [?][?][?] I had to pop the trunk

[Bun B] - All we
really came to do is just smoke some scum

[Pimp C] - To make it, make it
crunk I had to pop the trunk



[Pimp C]

I know that they some
bitches had to pop the trunk

California to Texas poppin the trunk

UGK
and Celly Cel we bout to pop the trunk

Sippin on Hennessy [?] I fin to pop
the trunk, bitch

Smoke somethin,

D time, PA, uh, '97

Smoke
somethin,

Representin money, like Too $hort bitch

Huh