Chris Brown Popping (remix) Lyrics

Popping (remix) Lyrics

[Lil Wayne] 

Chris Br-eezy I ... see ya da-da 



Ya, right off
the bat 

I'm a mack 

We can get it poppin, we can get it crack-in'


And if your man is whack 

And if he lack what I pack 

Then
Imma make you lack him 

Shorty we can do what you wanna, how you wanna


Where you wanna, when you wanna - ask them 

And my clip never
droppin' 

We can get it poppin' like a mac-ten 

Brrrr-Dat Dat Dat
on your back back back 

I smack smack smack that 

And I'm strapped
with an automatic tongue 

And it goes Brrrr-At-Dat Dat Dat 

Now who
wanna get shot baby I could tap that 

Yup I could tap that (atta?) Rat
Pack 

I could lay back like a fat cat 

But I'm a big dog on
Inter-track 

Ah- and we can get it poppin' e'ry night e'ry night 

When we do tha tour thing 

You know I had to tell them young niggaz


When it come to the women I just switch like a mood ring 

But I'm
rich, I'm high on the food chain 

I'm hot, I smoke like two trains 

I'm trained, I know how to do things 

My thing - hot like blue flame


Flame- the fireman put it out 

She hot- the fireman put her out


All she gotta do is call up emergency 

And I will be on my way to
the house 

knock,knock? I know somebody home 

Don't leave me
knocking' baby 

All you gotta do is bring that car 

And we can get
it poppin' baby. 



[Chris Brown] 

Say what yo' name is 

Ooh yeah that fits you girl 

Tell me where you headed 

Can I walk
with you girl? 

You got that look in your eyes 

That look like you
give your boy here a good ol' time 

And I'm on it girl, that's right I'm
on it girl 

See this is the first time I had a girl 

Who's looks
set me on fire 

I'm really trying to get to know you better girl 

You aint gotta act like you shy 

'cause we gon' do, something 

something is gon' get, done 

And we gon' get, crunk 

And have a
lot of, fun 

And I say... 



Shorty, shorty 

She growing
her hair 

She working them jeans 

She talking that talk just
li,li,like I like it 

She keep it on and, poppin' 

Shorty keep it
on and poppin' 

Ooh, oooh, ooh yeah 

Shorty, shorty 

The way
you wearing that top, got your boy so hot 

Aint no mistaking, playing, or
faking 

You got me open and waitin', and poppin' 

You keep me on and
poppin' 

Oooooh, oooooooh 



Unh, unh, let me tell you 

I'm tryin' to keep my swagger, but you 'bout to have 

me girl 

Jump through about four or five hoops of, ooh baby 

Let's take it to
the hood so the people can see you 

girl 

Oh yes you're mean and
viscious the way you switchin' 

Now I say 

This is the first time I
had a girl 

Who's looks set me on fire 

I'm really trying to get to
know you better girl 

You aint gotta act like you're shy 

'cause we
gon' do, somethin' 

Somethin', is gon' get done 

And we gon' get,
crunk 

And have a lot of, fun 

Ooooh, oohh ooohhhhh 



Shorty, shorty 

She growing her hair 

She working them jeans 

She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it 

She keep it on and,
poppin' 

Shorty keep it on and poppin' 

Ooh, oooh, ooh yeah 

Shorty, shorty 

The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot 

Aint no mistaking, playing, or faking 

You got me open and waitin', and
poppin' 

You keep me on and poppin' 

Oooooh, oooooooh 



[Juelz Santana] 

Ya Dipset! I'm Santana, 'ey! 



How ya
doin' baby, nice to meet ya 

Wait, let me not mislead ya 

First
off, I'm about my dough and cheese 

Just call me a slice of pizza 

Yup- I'll be your pizza guy 

Deliver your pizza pie 

I got a
chauffer named Woodrow 

Car named Bentley 

When I speak he drives


Shorty know how to work it like a model 

She get it poppin' like a
cork on a bottle 

Baby if you was a car 

I'd put your doors in the
air like a Murcielago 

I leave you on a higher note 

Then when
Mariah Carey hit her highest note 

You get diagnosed 

With a higher
dose 

Of what you never had before- me! 

Plus I aint like them other
guys that be cryin' broke 

Whinin' broke 

I'm about my bread, you
heard what I said 

Baby I'm a loaf! 

Come let me screw ya 

Bring it here, let me be your tutor 

We can go to Miami, ride down
Collins, hop on that 

scooter 

Next thing you know we be
K-I-S-S-I-N-G 

In the back of my Maserati 

Then I drop you off
before curfew time 

The kind of guy I be 

Oh I'm 

So kind


Them other guys ... are not like me 

So don't pay them ... no mind


Uh-uh! 



[Chris Brown] 

Shorty, shorty 

The way
you wearing that top, got your boy so hot 

Aint no mistaking, playing, or
faking 

You got me open and waitin', and poppin' 

You keep me on and
poppin' 

Oooooh, oooooooh