E-40

E-40 - Pop Ya Collar lyrics

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[E-40] 

Uh-huh; barbecue or mildew, hhhoe? 

Ssshit heh 

My fetti has a first name - it's E-A-R-L 

About my mail, ssshit! 

Nigga you know I'm up in this motherfucker, on a good one! 

Fffuck yes!! 



[B-Legit] 

You know what I mean? It's like a, a Y-2-Yea thing y'know? 

(Haha) We does this out here (fo' schizzie) 

We pop our collars; please believe that playboy (like this here) 



My moves is swift, I'm stiff with mine 

Remi Martin straight, then I hit it with lime 

It's time to shine, to strike my pose 

Five carats on my pinky, pickin my nose (BEATCH) 

I stroll on hoes, and give 'em a chance 

to let me see the ass while they backup dance 

I glance and breeze - if the body is true 

I'm off and on to part two (part TWO) 



[D-Shot] 

Now I done scanned at the club (what else?) 

I popped my collar to all my folks with love (what else?) 

And all the niggaz that didn't respond to me (what else?) 

I got my dogs watchin constantly (what else, what else?) 

With one hand in the baseball glove 

Hella throwaways - and dangerous subs 

For my protection and my protection only 

This boss balla slippin whatchu thought I was phony? 



[Chorus] 

Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice 

About my money this loot is real, plus I'm dipped in ice 

I got a fat mansion on the hill, cause I made a mill' 

So if you see me please believe, cause I'm yo' potnah still 



[E-40] 

(Pop ya collar!) It's all from the wrist 

(Pop ya collar!) Been poppin my collar since Moby was a goldfish.. 

.. leavin 'em curious 

Hoppin out of my Lincoln Continental, signature serious.. 

.. parkin lot pimpin! 

One of my niggaz yell (HOLD ME DOWN) while I was pissin 

Is that young 40 y'all? 

Drunk as fuck and about to fall? 



[B-Legit] 

Done washed my shoes, the gators they bite 

Baby bright light but not my type 

But if she want tonight, she come with dollars 

She either holler, or pop a nigga collar 

I'm fresh up out that Coupe de Ville 

Four times gold on my vogue wheels 

Big sunroof with the insides ill 

Gotta give it to the boy he got skills 



[Chorus] 



[E-40] Made a mill'.. uh-huh, HOE BEATCH! 



[D-Shot] 

(Pop ya collar!) I done stepped on in 

(Pop ya collar!) Now can I come up? 

All these freaks hang out at the dump 

Me and my dogs got this party on pump 

All the hoes look like they wanna hump 

I'm bout to pull a lil' lightweight stunt 



[E-40] 

On a mizznission about that cut 

Rough, buck, smokin on a blizznut 

Ticked, pucked, ?? ?? was loc'd 

Dick, Van Dyke, all up in her truck 

Lick, at night, E-Feezy ain't no punk 

Gobble, swallow, get her hella drunk 

40 ounce bizznottle, til I tr-uh-Trump 

Tip, hollow, mizzmillimeter thump 

Feels no sinorrow for a sucka sap chump 

Ya underdig? Yeah just 

Y'know just tug on your lil' shirt 

Pull it a lil' bit 



[Chorus 2X] 



[E-40 over Chorus] 

That's what we do out this way.. twice! 

Dipped in ice.. 

Where? Made a mill' 

I'm still yo' potnah 

Uh-huh.. Northstar 

Yeah.. dipped in ice.. 

Where this at? You made a WHAT? 

Uh-huh.. I'm still yo' potnah nigga 

(Pop ya collar!) Homeboy 

(Pop ya collar!)
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