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Текст (слова) песни: Cassidy f Styles P., Swizz Beatz - Pop That Cannon

[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
Aooow! banger, let`s go
(Swizz, man) Styles P
(Oh, y`all ain`t know) Cassidy
Full Surface, listen it`s a rap for y`all, whooo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!

[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade
The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
Nigga I`m sicker then full-blown AIDS
And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age
You been afraid, you sweet like homemade
Lemonade, if it`s beef, then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, get ya own page
And make the news too, you know how my dudes do
We wear masks so you can`t tell, who`s who
And for the cash, we`ll blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
I`m in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light
I`m comin for cash, gun in the dash
And I`m on 21 and a half`s (for real cannon)
I got my gat, I ain`t walkin without it
And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga

[Chorus - Cassidy] + (Swizz Beatz)
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared)
(It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared)
So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared)
(It`s whatever motherfuckas, I ain`t scared)

[Verse 2 - Styles P.]
Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now
But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow
No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid
Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid
Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit
Organs on the floor of the van
Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man
Y`all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas
So they won`t find you, or your Jordans again
Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call
If you don`t have my money, in 24 hours
Then the cocksucka won`t see his daughter again
It`s like the movie that you seen, I`m the star of the screen
I got a roll for you to play... stand here
And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today
Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
I`ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind
Shit my whole clique commit crimes
Did time, been on the strip and grip nines
But I swear to you motherfuckas
I got my gun right here, I ain`t scared of you motherfuckas
I`m a hustler, plus a check cutter
I stretch butter, in {???} X, now that`s gutter
I came for war, you know what them thangs is for
Slug make ya blood stain the floor
It ain`t a game no more, niggaz gon` respect me
I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
So don`t test me, or the boy S.P
Cause I ain`t tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
You don`t impress me, STOP that cannon
Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon

[Chorus]

 

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