3rd Ba** - Pop Goes the Weasel lyrics

Antoine, Antoine's got something here Roll that window We have to turn around because I want to shoot you Park the limousine, in front of the swamp Then I want to shoot you dauncing on the limousine With the swamp in the background It looks like you're in the jungle, okay? Let's all sing, Pop Goes the Weasel! Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel I see the empty pocket needs a refill I got a squad with a list of complainers I should have started RAPE: Rappers Against Phony Entertainers So we can make it known that we won't get swayed It's ninety-one son, so somethin's gotta change Gettin' paid to peddle sneakers and soda pop (pop pop pop) Pop goes the weasel as drawers drop (drop drop dop) Why not take your top ten pop hit Fix the music and make senseless rhymes fit I guess it's the fact that you can't be artistic Intricate raps, becomin' so simplistic I gotta strong mind it doesn't have to be spoon-fed And I can read what doesn't have to be read So some stay illiterate and feeble, legally licked You go the ways of the weasel (the weasel) [Chorus: x2] Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop goes the weasel, 'cause the weasel goes pop Hip-hop, got turned into hit pop The second a record was number one on the pop charts For those that get on heart that gotta in the ghetto Let no one forget about the hard part Now in ninety-one we got a new brand, a new band Lookin like the same old Klan Same old thieves that skeez so we gotta make sure That real rap has got to endure Why score all my points in one peroid Appearin' in complex structure like a pyramid The paper for the media presence Ya learn lesson from the face of false legend Stop vexin' on the sk**s, ya ain't originate The thin ice you skate upon will break and set ya straight Ate up on the plate, now who's diesel Not the weasel, not the weasel, pop goes the weasel [Chorus] Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it Ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it Aiyyo, I came from Cali, and they hooped it, they hooped it But now you're getting sued kinda stoopid Boosted tracks get slaps, ya got no haps To reach all four corners of the map For kids in Kansas.. to those who speak Spanish Doin' crazy damage so the wack gets banished Can't manage the truth until you buy a way Ya ain't quick so ya switch off the exit from my highway To rest but a crook, had to take a second look Ever heard of a chef who can't cook? But the Minister Prime can lay laws Hey yo, Pete Nice, rip the mic and go for yours Goes for mine, I goes for mine Find the Prime won't eat the green eggs and swine On line like the Serch, in the hoody with the woody Get a disc or tape, at Sam Goody Why'd ya run through the doors some left open? Ropin' off the scenes of the crime smokin' I got pub and I'ma nut like a SCUD see Blowin' up, like I'm throwin' up a beef patty Sell-outs run a bout like the measles No cures, cause pop goes the weasels [Chorus: x2]