leave a message at the tone 'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything Alarm clocks ringing, I swear it never stops Sleep a couple more hours, then eat some corn pops
' trash My, my how you sound You're very short on looks Dumb, when it comes to books Look out, baby Watch it, honey And you stay full of corn Just like
trash My, my how you sound You're very short on looks Yeah, yeah, yeah Dumb, when it comes to books Look out, baby, watch it, honey And you stay full of corn
sittin' on 32's we sittin' on 60's Mud tires and barbed wire you drive for hours You won't see nothin' But palm trees and wild fires And BOOM! Out pops
when i met u ,u was on my dick jigga gave u his old bentlys now your on some shit and i dont know where they found you sun but since your pops aint around
play to be a fat cat Someone like Castro, mad cash flow Me and 'Pone like the best in the business Niggas show love, hoes show interest My gun game got my pops
to the upper hand But why don't you come and meet my boy the strong man And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops And shake your muthafuckin
you [Verse: Romeo] Now u know Im da thug type chain hang low wit da all white From the yo but the dude doin all right Tell pops dont trip you'll
Showin the steel toed boots And flip the loops Avoiding all obsticles Well face 'em head up Nigga man up What the fuck You scared or what I hit the bottom when my pops
? your pops, yo?, I ain?t frontin? your pops Gonna have me straight hunnin? your pops, nah Don?t wanna Roy Jones your pops Left, right, uppercut, knock out your pops
out Smoke my Philly blunts out, my Buddha never runs out I turn the little scunts out And I got the hookers callin' me pops Once their cherry pops, ever
for real And I was in the mood for a home cooked meal So we went to be alone But we had to be quiet, 'cause her corn pops was home Kissed her neck, kissed
a man with a badge, cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge The five o killed naughty good boy dead Man you woulda thought they killed corn bread
were ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done I met this kid named Bob Skarm, he had a farm His pops got shot
the house tonight? No one; cause you're all wack When you fall back I call that fake Cause you're born to loose A-plus came to warn your crews The ? corn
was made for you [Verse: Romeo] Now u know Im da thug type chain hang low wit da all white From the yo but the dude doin all right Tell pops dont
kinda fella to follow paths that was hot He became too fascinated with that gang related flavor That he modificated rearranged his behavior He hooked up quick with the influential slang Gangsta-strow corn
