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P.O.P
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Hip-Hop/Rap
P.O.P was released on August 28, 2004 by Thizzlamic / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution as a part of the album Macuscript Vol. 1
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Release DateAugust 28, 2004
LabelThizzlamic / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

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Lyrics

We ain't going nowhere but to Koreatown, man
You ain't gon' be in here no more than ten minutes
Man, I ain't riding in no goddamn trunk for no minute, man
Why I can't ride up front with you?
Check, check, one, two
Pow, pow, pow
Get me all this chronic
Don't like bud, do you like what, man?
I just ain't climbing in no goddamn dirty ass trunk, man
I got a problem with small places
Real pimping shit
It's Mac Mall, baby
I awoke in a Fleetwood Brougham, a mack, four hoes
Two cool **** and only one goal, to hit this lick on the stroll
Take my paper chase out to Las Vegas, playa, two hours to go
Riding in the Mojave where it's dry as a bone
Been on the interstate all night long
Gotta keep my green healthy and strong
Guerilla pimping like my **** King Kong
Easy money but you squares ain't knowing
As I look in my back seat, I had to think
Man, these hoes should feel they blessed to give their fetti to me
I started in the big leagues when they was just pee wees
Smoke weed and drink Heem with street kings and queens
At the major events you catch me campaigning
'Cause a coach is only as good as his team (Trip on it)
My first bitch, yeah, my bottom ho
I was only eighteen when on a mack she chose
Had a youngsta pimping on her in the rain and the cold
And to this day when I send a bitch, she bring back dough
The second and third is double trouble
Little redbone and her cousin Coco
Found 'em in a small town confused and broke
And plus they mammy and they daddy love to smoke that blow
When I popped them P's, they both was ready to go
And in a month I turned them bitches into break a **** pros
Last but not least, sweet unique
When I first met her she was just a cum freak
With a big mouth always talking 'bout she want G's
So when I sold her dreams, she bought it with ease
Now she fucking with a mack, finna make her debut
I'ma show her what is what and who is who
And when I take her to the track, she better do what she do
If she don't, I'ma try to knock out the bitch too
Sure 'nough, best to believe in the truth
I get pitbull vicious 'bout my motherfucking loot
But later for them hoes as my Brougham ride on
I swear my life is like an old Curtis Mayfield song
About the pimps and the pushers and the real boss macks
About the money and the fame and the Cadillacs
But I wish it was a song about when shit get trife
Tryna keep these hoes in line and stay far from vice
Fast living at a high price, the laws ain't nothing nice
And slavery charges is a bitch to fight
But if it was no hoes, it'd probably be no me
And if the tricks fuck for free, then a **** wouldn't be
So I'ma keep on breaking these hookers for G's
Little macking ass Mall, P-I-M-P
Pimp **** getting paper throughout the greater Bay
P.I. sending hoes to Hollywood, L.A
Seattle, Vancouver and Hawaii too
Up in Alaska, pimp charging them prostitutes
Real pimps in Chicago and St. Louis
It's big pimping going down in Washington D.C
Memphis, Alabama, and Kansas City
Houston, Atlanta, and Miami
Now I can't forget New Orleans, our money makers in Milwaukee
Got them bitches on a mission for cream
Getting busy in Philly, doing it in Denver
Flossing in Boston, pimps taking no prisoners
Tell the president that he can have his dope
I keep it in a mack fashion, I'll never be poor
That's realer than a roper grown out in Humboldt
It might be slow but it's for sure
Just then, I saw a beautiful sight
Like a diamond in a desert night, a real pimp's paradise
Yeah, though, we made it, welcome to Las Vegas
Hoes in the back of the 'Lac getting anxious
Me, I'm in the front with my mind on paper
Finna hit these motherfuckers with a cold ass caper
Peace to the macks that came before me
And the hoes for getting a pimp's money
Now let me end it with a line from my folks M.D
Or I'ma toss it in the air, whatever stay, you can keep
Written by: Mac Mall
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