San Quinn - Pop Off lyrics

[Are you ready?] [San Quinn] Give me a minute to get in it Give me a minute with one of your main b**hes Mental fitness I demonstrate Right in front of your eyes Watch your b**h elevate from a five to a nine Confidence booster all in her mind And I'm checkin' every dollar and dime [Come with me] To the city where my committee chase titties and a** [Are you ready? Come with me] I'll show you where the check break fast And we bust heads fast If a n***a not in single file Run up on him single style Let the thing break him down You love my methods Take a n***a off the Earth if he on my sh** list reckless The key copper Have to eat proper b**hes lookin' for guidance Had to be proper Tone Capone is the beat dropper The jump off is jumpin' off proper And it's about to get hotter Chorus: Keak Da Sneak [Come with me] Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off [Come with me] Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off [Come with me] Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off [Come with me] [Keak Da Sneak] I still rep Walnut Street in deep East Oakland The 100 block where you can your whole sh** broken Like Mystikal "Still Smokin" The life ?? And rent free I never let nothin' live on my mind I gotta grind [grind], shine And fight for my grandma And don't do nothin' stupid like Hammer Til I go bankrupt Steady drinkin' til I finish my cup Then bust ya head before I shoot up the gut Fresh outta Folsom and proper beef injections Chosen selections Cuz girl I ain't f**in' without protection I'm harder than erection Teachers so you study your lessons And advise for that viewer discretion On a scale to 1 to 10 I get 11 Give a toast to the p**y like Devin And beat it up off Sprite and Seagram 7 I've plottin' on a way to get rich And keep bread out that co*k And all the folks in the hood aimin' for head Shots of lead poppin' Situation's crucial And every n***a I'm wit is feelin' neutral f** takin' 10 paces And drawin' down This ain't no Western movie Roll a Swisher, pa** it to Ric Sat the window wit the doobie I'm lookin' at booty Onion a** on the strip You fine but baby girl where your whip It's jumpin' off [Chorus] [Juvenile] While I'm outtie on the West I got the best weed And the best hoes I'm on the block at all times dressed in the best clothes My focus is money cuz p**y come natural I only f** wit those that can show me some collateral I deal 'em all off top I ain't a child molester or a k**er I don't need y'all props sh**, if she wit me, she know what it is We hotellin' and you don't deserve to go to the crib If yo potna wanna roll she can roll I ain't gotta touch I like to smoke and watch you freaky hoes And I could have my choice Enie, meenie, miney, mo Bust a nut, get the f** Play it how it go My main ho called and told me she made some money I said "b**h you ain't never come gave it to me!" How many woman now done wanna get gangsta for me Gotta be willin' to get down on your hands and stomach [Are you ready?] [Chorus]