Fat Joe Get It Poppin Lyrics

Get It Poppin Lyrics

Crack, yeah, Scott Storch y'all

Dirty, Crack, c'mon



It's two up in the mornin' girl

And the DJ playin' that song

Now what'chu gon' do?

(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (Gonna get get get it poppin')



I said, it's two up in the mornin' girl

And the DJ playin' that song

Now what'chu gon' do?

(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (Gonna get get get it poppin')



I got that black no limit American Express card

Mami you can get whatever you like

Plus I got that all-black Phantom, it's tinted on four sides

Go 'head kiss it, they can't see us inside



Mami tell me do you like it, I know you like it

It's written all over your face don't fight it

You like it, more than I like it

So put it all over your face don't bite it



From rags to riches, club packed with bitches

Had to bag them digits, her head game was vicious

And we can get it poppin' in the bathroom

Don't be selfish ma, go ahead and pass it to him



Then we can all fuck

It's like a million on my neck, got all of these bitches all awestruck

We pissy drunk off of Seraphim

I'm up in V.I.P. and these bitches are screamin', let me in



It's two up in the mornin' girl

And the DJ playin' that song

Now what'chu gon' do?

(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (Gonna get get get it poppin')



It's two up in the mornin' now

And I'm tryin' to go home wit'chu

Now what'chu gon' do?

(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (Gonna get get get it poppin')



Get it poppin', go 'head and drop it

It's written all over your face, don't stop it

Just drop it, more like it's hot miss

Kick in the do' with the fo-fo messin' with Joe



Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I

Put a drink on it and I came right back

She would never talk to a lame like that

In my ear screamin', how you got a name like Crack



Crack, similar to Mike Jones

Say my name enough, then I'm takin' you home

You know I walk with I talk with

I sleep with the chrome, one squeeze and you're gone



What I look like, not takin' at least

Three to six women out the club with me

Now we back to the fuck pad, call it the fuck pad

'Cause all these bitches fuckin' with me, talk to 'em dirty



It's two up in the mornin' girl

And the DJ playin' that song

Now what'chu gon' do?

(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (Gonna get get get it poppin')



Well it's two up in the mornin' and

Them niggaz try'n hate on your crew

Nigga, what'chu gon' do?

(I'ma get get get it poppin' boy)

Yeah, what'chu gon' do?

  (I'ma get get get it poppin')



Now when them doors swing open with that awkward motion

What'chu call it, suicide, it's a suicide

And if them niggaz talk shit 'cause they drunk off that potion

They commitin', suicide, it's a suicide



Let's get it poppin' my niggaz, cook, yo

I got a shotty my niggaz, oh, Lord

I feel sorry for your mudda fucker, give a fuck what you say

Spin your head back, promote you on a videotape



It's two up in the mornin' girl

And the DJ playin' that song

Now what'chu gon' do?

(I'ma get get get it poppin')

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (I'ma get get get it poppin')



It's four up in the mornin' now

And I'm tryin' to go home wit'chu

Girl, what'chu gon' do?

(I'ma get get get it poppin')

What'chu gon' do?

  (I'ma get get get it poppin')



C'mon, yeah, it's Crack, what'chu gon' do?

Cafe [Incomprehensible], all my people in there partyin'

All the party people across the world

Ladies, "Things of that Nature"