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Poppa Large
10,275
R&B/Soul
Poppa Large was released on January 1, 1992 by Mercury Records as a part of the album Funk Your Head Up
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1992
LabelMercury Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM110

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I keep in shape and do my physical fitness
Your heads are numb, so your brains'll miss this
Pick 'em up, eat 'em up
Pick 'em up, heat 'em up
Pick 'em up, pickle head, pick 'em up, picky
I roll with globs and I come real sticky
Grippin' the mic, I plug it up in your ears
Crazy brew, I'm comin' out like beers
Like Rheingold, Miller quarts and Buds
I'ma eat 'em with popcorn and treat 'em like suds, you duds
Comin' out with the weak wack, wicky wick, wickable wack
Black Jack, that's a fact, right and exact
Behind your back, the funk rhymin' master blaster
Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
Rap storm, rap form, rap time, rap rhyme, rap class
I'm here to fail and then pass
To continue, furthermore on the hype tip
I roll and rock, rock and roll
Jazz and pop, rhythm and blues
Dance and fusion, brain confusion
Look at the lights, what a night on the town
[Verse 2]
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[Verse 3]
Now I'm back to funk, freak the funk
Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk
I get busy on 'em, communicate with the world
Man and woman, a baby boy and a girl
Poppa Large lookin' out as the bombs drop
Take in stride while your face and arms drop
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write
Learn to talk, learn to walk
And watch the step though
I'm hype and ripe though
Kleptomaniac, a rhymin' psycho
Now Ricky Ricardo, a Guy Lombardo
Sportin' a rag top, an El Dorado
Step into Hollywood, I'm swingin' the boulevard
The rhymes are game tight, I'm ready to pull a card
Jack or ace, king or queen, call me the deuce
I'm pourin' out like juice
Hittin' the top, fillin' the rim, gettin' the trim
I never rhyme like them
On and on, on and on, on and on
Until the break of dawn
I go overtime, rock the mic at nighttime
Daytime, switching off to prime time
Pacific East, flowin' back in the West time
Ride the funk with the mic in the East rhyme
Hype and dope, hype and flame
The mic is smokin', yo, I ain't jokin'
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp
Rhyme to ill, rhyme to rock
Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
Rhyme destroy any decoy boy
On the microphone, off and on, and side to side
Paintin' the town
[Verse 4]
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[Verse 5]
You're drippin' sweaty, comin' hard on your neck
As I flow and grow from head to toe
Seekin' a style like John McEnroe
Dissin 'em all, serving them with the mic stand
Like Prince and Michael coming out with a big band
The crowd is live, you can play as the manager
Run with the money, I pull the trigger and damage you
Kaboom, taking life more serious
I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes are grip tight, programmed to kill more
I'm Son of Sam, or could I be Gilmore?
Grabbin' the mic, you see the darkest shadow
You in livin' Hell without time to battle
With the funk igniting, hands are writing
Brain dividing
I'm comin' out excited
Like I'm Blackula, a better man than Dracula
Spectacular and not irregular
In fact, you are speakin' of popular
Rhymes are movin', they can't be stopped to the
Beat as it goes to the rhyme that flows
Like a coke and a straw burning up in your nose
That's a bad habit, steppin' out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn to page one
Look at the master, my rank is higher
With lyrical burns, your brain's on fire
[Verse 6]
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
Written by: Cedric Miller, Keith Thornton, Maurice Smith, Trevor Randolph
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