Pop It For A Player - Psych Ward Druggies, Tech N9ne, The Game

Psych Ward Druggies

Hey yo, what up Fonzarelli?

What’s happening, Game?

What up, Tech Nina?

Hey yo, Bowers!

Let’s get it!

(Positions, please) Remix!

When it’s time to hit, I don’t ever miss

First string nigga, I don’t ever see the bench

They focused on the swish, it’s all in the wrist

I don’t give a puck, I don’t ever slip

Pop it for a player!

Goodness

Little momma over there popping it to the fullest

(What she doing?) Over there, cutting up

Making her presence felt, got a million-dollar butt

Double-D cup, silver-dollar nipples

Poke out through her bra like two missiles

Jaw-dropping, astonishing, legal tender, a winner

I wonder how many drinks it’s gon' take to get to the center

How many blunts to enter?

She surrender and let me smack

Doing this one like a lumberjack, penetrate from the back

Get my rocks off like I slang crack, lifestyles

Ran through a whole pack, off of that Cognac

I’m a maniac, my dick don’t know how to act

She the cheerleader and I’m the quarterback

I’mma mack and she do whatever I say to her

Now let me see you pop it for a player

Molly?

Never met her, marijuana better

Chick never sweat her, 'less she got all my time for a

Sweater, it’s cold outside, it’s cold outside, pull up a

Hard-top phantom, leave them froze outside

Versace bomber for whenever wind blows outside

Chronic smoking the air, that grass getting mowed outside

I got a Canon, yup, I got a cannon

No bullets, like Eli, she got that bronco like Peyton Manning, so it

Makes perfect sense when you see us with Louis duffels

Pitbull on my waist, I can’t stay out of trouble

My name ring bells (bells)

Ask Kim, ask Chanel (ask Chanel)

Ask Keisha, ask Michelle, my nickname five-star

Hotel, presidential suite, pussy swell

Nigga sweat, you scared, I can tell

Pop shots then hop in that V-12 'cuz

Chyeah, I’m a playa, I’m a playa

'Cuz every girl I meet, she end up begging me to spray her

Insides, them eyes, opposite of in a prayer

She know my cake is sittin' higher than the Himalayas

Yahtzee!

Popping that poonanny for Papi

Take my tally and top me, bouncing booty for broccoli?

White bitch, but she like her men like her coffee?

Awfully thick, I got whiskey dick, I’m saucy

Always ready to jump down on a bitch, turn

Around, I’mma take her down pound on a (bitch)

We kixin' it, acting like we don’t see y’all

Bring the drama, whatever they 'gon do (fuck 'em), we ball

Strange Music in this bitch, we going all out

Take the bitches to the crib and get em sprawled out

All the haters and naysayers, killing y’all doubt

Yes, we got your lady giving all mouth

Straight to the gas, no brakes, got a bad one on my plate

Don’t wanna be cuffed up, show no love, just fuck them in the face

Coming through ripping and breaking a bitch, I’m MVP, you made for the bench

I came up now, but I bet you «pssh», your girl want that banana split now

Okay, okay, Druggies in this bi-yatch

Slobbing down my dick she say she got no gag reflex

Back it up, reverse, she rocking my

T-shirt, too many hoes, I’m like the broke Justin Bieber

Straight up, we about to be all paid

I swear, I give Miley them wrecking balls all day

Used to put me on the bench, now it’s all play

Went from easy-bake pussy, now they all gourmet

I get brain on lobotomy

Now I date some chick, get more pussy than gynecology

Coming up from the bottom, see, lowering the economy

We the hottest sinners, motherfucker, no apology

Bowers