Pop Your Trunk lyrics

(feat. H.A.W.K., Lil Keke, Big Pokey, Drastic)[Hook x2: Drastic]Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drankWith your wide body, hogging the roadGon and smoke your dro, throw up your setWhere you from fool (7-1-Tre)[H.A.W.K.:]7-1-3 boy, smoke good tree boyJam Bun B boy, free Pimp C boyYeah it's me boy, raised in the 3 boyThe South's Jay-Z boy, get a load of me boyI'm so thoed, riding in a wide body loadRemote control, just to see the top unfoldI'm hogging the road, in something with fo' do'sWith fo' hoes, ready to take off they clothesYou been exposed, to a place ain't no dirt roadsIt's elbows and vogues, or you rolling deuce 4'sFades and afros, and designer clothesYou in the big leagues now, you dealing with prosWe been doing this, since '86T-tops and ricks, and I bang the sixY'all boys new to this, to us it's oldRemember 7-1-3, is the area code[Hook x2:]Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drankWith your wide body, hogging the roadGon and smoke your dro, throw up your setWhere y
ou from fool (2-8-1)[Lil' Keke:]Ok I get it how I live, cause it must be doneIt's either 7-1-3, or probably 2-8-1They say Lil' Keke is a legend, so how long will you mournSmoke the dank and sip the drank, because I'm Texas bornI'm a Custom Made Gangsta, C.M.G. on the plateI'm in a wide body beamer, call it quarter to eightCatch me slipping and sliding, prolly banging up in my tapeIf you coming 2-8-1, then you exit the BeltwayTake I-10 to 6-10, but take your timeI'm passing by the galleria, them laws from 59Got three area codes, cause we back in demandBut don't ever get it twisted, it's Priches or Timmy Chan'sThug Dirt layed the fire, so it's def'nitely goodFrom the bottom to the top, I give it back to the hoodIt's the 7-1-Tre, call it the 8-3-2We represent for 2-8-1, cause my niggaz that's what it do[Hook x2:]Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drankWith your wide body, hogging the roadGon and smoke your dro, throw up your setWhere you from fool (8-3-2)[Big Pokey:]Sensei'll kill t
he beat, make a nigga feel the heatYellowstone Texas nigga, tough as guerilla meat15's in the trunk, kicking like guerilla feetHard top flat screen, palamine pillow seatsNever let a broad, take me out of my mindPodina gon make her break, and pay me like a fineMe I get the work, go straight to the moundOld school hitting switches, nigga scraping the groundI'm the same nigga repping for timeAt the house screaming money over bullshit, safe on the grindThem wankstas in the way daddy, they finna findThe flood gates open, soon as I'm finna break me it dizzownThe rap game, kinda remind me of the grid ironIn the heat all day on my feet, putting my bid downI go off like a seed nine, cold in the booth7-60 with the wig down, 8-3-2[Hook:]Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drankWith your wide body, hogging the roadGon and smoke your dro, throw up your setWhere you from fool (7-1-Tre)Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drankWith your wide body, hogging the roadGon and smoke your dro, throw up yo
ur setWhere you from fool (2-8-1)Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drankWith your wide body, hogging the roadGon and smoke your dro, throw up your setWhere you from fool (8-3-2)