文本歌词

Pop The Trunk (扔进后备箱) - Celly Cel/UGK (地下之王)
I just bought me a Coupe Deville
Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel
Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack 'cause I'm from Texas
Never seen candy with the fifth on
I'm coming down the west end niggas trying to jack
And bust a right Coney
Island pop the trunk and started capping
Niggas was happening put they
Burboun to the floor ni**a
Hard to bust back but
I was penetrating they doe
Ni**a in PA it's like the wild wild west
Throwing all packed and we all wear vests
When the sh*t pop out who gon stunt
Ni**a ain't shooting me first I fin to pop the trunk
These niggas keep talking like they want the funk
But niggas love to talk sh*t I fin to pop the trunk
Running off at they **** suckas getting it crunk
Ni**a I'm high off this w**d I fin to pop the trunk
Steady fronting like
Aman but you show me a punk
Man I knew he was a b**ch
I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
These niggas steady runnin' me hot
I'm fin to pop the trunk
You niggas didn't know that
I was outta control
Slow yo roll for I put this chopper straight to yo fo
Head you better off dead than to fack
Around with psycho niggas
Don't be trying to plead yo case 'cause
I don't even like no niggas
In my face trying to question me about some drama
Only answer to two people
God and my mama
Far as niggas trying to put me in the cross
Let 'em holler at my b**ch
Nina Ross hoe house boss
I bet you mind something in
Run and tell a friend
On the Ging
I think he said tripping once again
It ain't no stopping me
Get at me then I'm dumping on ya
Riding past yo funeral hanging
Out the window slumping on ya
You didn't know they didn't tell you
Boy you betta listen
While I shoot this sh*t before you
Put yourself in that position
Niggas that know me know
I specialize in having bump
You can have the tailway from the shovel
So we can pop the trunk
These niggas keep talking like they want the funk
Man 'cause his b**ch chose me
I fin to pop the trunk
Running off at they **** suckas getting it crunk
'Cause I'm fack in yo gal I got to pop the trunk
Steady fronting like a man
But you show me a punk
Ni**a tried to jack my car
I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
Smoking at the tittie bar I had to pop the trunk
Under Cali's blue skies
Smoking on chronicles and chocolate ties
Even when we tell the truth
The hoes we lies
Man ain't no disguise doing ninety week flies
Ain't got no time for middle
Men and small fries
Only money conversation and big thighs
Let me talk to your boss man
The ni**a wit the pies
And back yo a** up and don't act so surprised
When pistols start to cock
Hands start to rise
Nobody move too fast I advise
Or you can catch a hot one
Right between ya eyes
Recognize I done set me sights on the prize
And put lights out with boom fifty bye
Bye's
I'm labeling my life off of rap and w**d highs
And ask my agent 'bout my facking shoe size
But facking wit us ain't wise
We get crunk we came to pop the trunk
What the trunk
These niggas keep talking like they want the funk
I knew he was the police I had to pop the trunk
Running off at they **** suckas gettin' it crunk
Man I'm sipping on poppin' the trunk
Steady fronting like a man but you show me a punk
I take hery took I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
To make it make it crunk
I had to pop the trunk
I know that they some b**ches had to pop the trunk
California to Texas poppin' the trunk
UGK and Celly Cel we 'bout to pop the trunk
Sipping on Hennessy I fin to pop the trunk
B**ch
Smoke something
D time PA uh 97
Smoke somethin'
Representing money like too show and me
Huh