Pop It For a Player (feat. Tech N9ne, The Game & E-40)

Psych Ward Druggies Hey yo, what up Fonzarelli? What's happening, Game? What up, Tech Nina? Hey yo, Bowers! Let's get it! (Positions, please) Remix! When it's time to hit, I don't ever miss First string nigga, I don't ever see the bench They focused on the swish, it's all in the wrist I don't give a puck, I don't ever slip Pop it for a player! Goodness Little momma over there popping it to the fullest (What she doing?) Over there, cutting up Making her presence felt, got a million-dollar butt Double-D cup, silver-dollar nipples Poke out through her bra like two missiles Jaw-dropping, astonishing, legal tender, a winner I wonder how many drinks it's gon' take to get to the center How many blunts to enter? She surrender and let me smack Doing this one like a lumberjack, penetrate from the back Get my rocks off like I slang crack, lifestyles Ran through a whole pack, off of that Cognac I'm a maniac, my dick don't know how to act She the cheerleader and I'm the quarterback I'mma mack and she do whatever I say to her Now let me see you pop it for a player When it's time to hit, I don't ever miss First string nigga, I don't ever see the bench They focused on the swish, it's all in the wrist I don't give a puck, I don't ever slip Pop it for a player! Molly? Never met her, marijuana better Chick never sweat her, 'less she got all my time for a Sweater, it's cold outside, it's cold outside, pull up a Hard-top phantom, leave them froze outside Versace bomber for whenever wind blows outside Chronic smoking the air, that grass getting mowed outside I got a Canon, yup, I got a cannon No bullets, like Eli, she got that bronco like Peyton Manning, so it Makes perfect sense when you see us with Louis duffels Pitbull on my waist, I can't stay out of trouble My name ring bells (bells) Ask Kim, ask Chanel (ask Chanel) Ask Keisha, ask Michelle, my nickname five-star Hotel, presidential suite, pussy swell Nigga sweat, you scared, I can tell Pop shots then hop in that V-12 'cuz When it's time to hit, I don't ever miss First string nigga, I don't ever see the bench They focused on the swish, it's all in the wrist I don't give a puck, I don't ever slip Pop it for a player! Chyeah, I'm a playa, I'm a playa 'Cuz every girl I meet, she end up begging me to spray her Insides, them eyes, opposite of in a prayer She know my cake is sittin' higher than the Himalayas Yahtzee! Popping that poonanny for Papi Take my tally and top me, bouncing booty for broccoli? White bitch, but she like her men like her coffee? Awfully thick, I got whiskey dick, I'm saucy Always ready to jump down on a bitch, turn Around, I'mma take her down pound on a (bitch) We kixin' it, acting like we don't see y'all Bring the drama, whatever they 'gon do (fuck 'em), we ball Strange Music in this bitch, we going all out Take the bitches to the crib and get em sprawled out All the haters and naysayers, killing y'all doubt Yes, we got your lady giving all mouth When it's time to hit, I don't ever miss First string nigga, I don't ever see the bench They focused on the swish, it's all in the wrist I don't give a puck, I don't ever slip Pop it for a player! Straight to the gas, no brakes, got a bad one on my plate Don't wanna be cuffed up, show no love, just fuck them in the face Coming through ripping and breaking a bitch, I'm MVP, you made for the bench I came up now, but I bet you "pssh", your girl want that banana split now Okay, okay, Druggies in this bi-yatch Slobbing down my dick she say she got no gag reflex Back it up, reverse, she rocking my T-shirt, too many hoes, I'm like the broke Justin Bieber Straight up, we about to be all paid I swear, I give Miley them wrecking balls all day Used to put me on the bench, now it's all play Went from easy-bake pussy, now they all gourmet I get brain on lobotomy Now I date some chick, get more pussy than gynecology Coming up from the bottom, see, lowering the economy We the hottest sinners, motherfucker, no apology Bowers