Crewz Pop - Da Youngsta's

Peep the weak, greet the beast with cheap sticks & feet sweeps

I hated gas, but I freak, cause I got beef with white sheets

I’m leaving school styles lumpy, plus I won’t break the humpty dumpty but I

keep the hoochie coochies comfy

I hear a honeycomb hideout, slide’s out

So honies you can come where all the hair hides out

I pray for the chump that bumps me or plays me like a punk

So jump, jump if you want me

It’s another number one, Da funky Youngstas

It’s another number one, Da funky Youngstas

It’s another number one, Da funky Youngstas

Cause we go flip, flap, flip, flap, fast or slow

In front me, jump me like that

Ain’t funky was for a fact

Pick the stick, I’m the camel with four backs

But you can’t break the back, it's a strong cow

Plus I bet you didn’t know that yo, we drinking milk now

Walk the walk, talk the talk, chalk I stalk

Like a hawk, when I break your whole walk, when your foot gets caught

Cause we ain’t rip the bull shot

Hit you with the full shot

Booyakas heard when we pull props

Who’s hot, bring what’s hip-hop, I say

Ain’t no flowing ho-hooray

Cause we can get done

Here’s another from Da Youngstas

The mother number funky substance

Straight from illy Philly funkstas

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop

On a deal with it

Only if you want the rough, the whole funk

The stuff, with the trunk if you can’t freak the funky front

But don’t fake the moves, shake the moves

Cause if ain’t paid your dues, then my neighbor crew’ll spray your crew

And I ain’t even saving you

I be a part of the slaughter that makes it harder for your squad to move

Now what the hell you trying to prove

You bore me, till my styles’ll have your DJ dancing for me

Glory, halleluah

My style’ll do ya

And we run through ya like we ain’t knew ya

Da Youngsta will pump ya

Funkin & dump in your dreads, the styles of lead from the headhunter

8, 12 and 20 bars, I’m fully on the money pile

Mic styles charge cause I pull their card

And we can kick the flow for the young bros

The short bros, home bros, that’s looking for the old gold

A lotta rhymes, I never mind, that was kind

It was cool, but now they sound fool, so I say never mind

You’ll always stay a style behind my rhyme

And you’re getting dropped

When the crewz pops to the hip hop

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop

Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop