Buddha Monk - Pow Wow lyrics
[Intro: Popa Chief] Pa** me my peace pipe, please How's about... life right now We hold a pow wow, let me get this off my chest [Chorus: Popa Chief] Pow wow wow wow wow, how bout Now wow wow wow wow, we hold a Pow wow wow wow wow Pow wow, wow wow wow wow wow wow [Popa Chief] Home is where the heart is, I bust nuts for showbiz New Jersey Net nig, old head rap kid Popa Chief, for those who don't know who it is Bubbles like Alka-Seltzer, with the slow gin fizz Rise to the top, no pit stop, just pure Unadultared hip hop, rip rocks I got the key to the punani padlock Keep my bow and arrow co*ked, stuck my dick in the melting pot Not easily fooled by the bullsh**, use my periphials Keep my head on the swivel I seen it, coming before it even happen I set the trap and, haha, sat back laughing Styles unlimited, uninterrupted My whole squad and the government's corrupted Three days in Brooklyn house, last time I got busted Told the judge, eat my frankfurter with the spicey mustard [Chorus 2X] [Popa Chief] Millionaire dollar dreams, hundred dollar budgets I'm trying real hard not to sling rocks and nuggets Obstacles and hurdles, gotta love it If I can't eat -- somebody's stock's gonna plummet First you see the lightning, then you hear the thunder Like a thousand pitbulls off the chain, here comes the drama I know what I want, I gets what I want Politake when I want, like Jackie Chan, I do my own stunts Let's make moves like bowels, get paid off verbs and nouns My mic screams 'oh', verbal shot at you, blaow blaow Apple martini's Absolutely, eighty proof me Salute me, if your money long, recruit me Hell on wheels, full course meals, hollow slugs Bang with steel, murder on reels, firm handshakes Hugs and bubble seals the deal, may your money waterfall forever With free refills [Chorus 2X] [Popa Chief] Launch the missiles, lock and load the missiles As I relock and reload, the bow and arrows Let 'em go, make 'em whistle, football size margin of survival Over abundance of secret weapons, Ninja apparel I pluck duck feathers, snatch chicken's weaves The unachievable gets achieved Sickening with the lyrics, I take you through it with nothing like a dry heave I make it hard for MC's to eat and breathe STD, Scared To d**h, your life is in my hand and I own your last breath All shook up, your a nervous wreck Like going home with a report card, with nothing but straight F's Never the less, I mark my territory, name my property A triple, no ice, shake the world like dice Testing, Popa Chief, that'll be your end Like the war on d**, that's a battle you can't win [Chorus 3X] [Outro: Popa Chief] Peace to my squads, my papooses All the thugs I run with Brooklyn Zu, my Ninjaz too