I Pop - Trick Daddy

If I pop, and I snap

If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped

So, don’t move, bitch, don’t breathe

You look better down on your knees

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

You know the boy ain’t got no mannas

With them hands on yo daddy, and slap yo mammy

Shut up

I’m talking.

(Damn it)

All rise with a walk in. (Damn it)

Your honorable King Ding-a-Ling

Bitch, say my name

I’m King Ding-a-Ling

Courts back in session

Release the hoes

Bitch, back to the scrolls

You know daddy got a plan for you

And daddy got a prize in his pants for you

Champion, well, if we come together.

We should come as one

If I pop, and I snap

If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped

So, don’t move, bitch, don’t breathe

You look better down on your knees

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

She’s like he’s so manish

Yo, but she’s so wit it

Cause she ain’t wearin' no panties

I’m like here, kitty kitty

What it do lil' mamma

Yo, is them real titties

Yo, and it was like Mardi Gras

Cause she downed a drink

And she pulled out her left titty out

Yea, bitch.

That’s what I’m talkin' bout

Gettin' loose, go head wild out

And, all I saw was ass n' titties

VIP full of naked bitches

Compliments of a nasty nigga

Who else but me, King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

Good evening: Ladies, Gentlemen, Pimps and Whores, and the rest of you animals

Dont’cha know that sex sells

That’s why my hundred dollar bills smell like pubic hairs

She work hard for the money

Accused of being a whore, but just an entrepreneur

An of course she’s self-employed

Learned that cause her momma was a whore before

Game face cause ain’t shit funny

Daddy like, «Bitch, better have my money!»

Now, that’s my kind of whore

Go to sleep, and have dreams about King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

If I pop, and I snap

If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped

So, don’t move, bitch, don’t breathe

You look better down on your knees

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling

They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling