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POP, POP, POP, POP POP, POP, POP... [Zev Love X] Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn' Niggaz been sleep, now yawn new born To the break of dawn, we be Kausin' Mad Drama like hot butter on (popcorn mama) I'ma, mindbender, I love tender skins gender Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender I'm the spender, of every red cent 'til I'm stomped Rock for the Kause, it's no comp cause we deep like a swamp Zev Love a brother I never budges I hold everything from mics to like grudges I won't let a bygone be a bygone Back to play the bitch niggaz like a fly horn I'm controllin all you snakes with, hookin up the cakes with hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake up Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman? Pass the gat man, the God fin' to make it go pop A lot like the kid I used to break with Way back when like eighty-four at my last look He's lookin to get his ass whupped, and his cash took That and a old school flavor like a bomber like hot butter on (popcorn mama) Songtexte [Chorus] Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama) [Zev Love X] I won't funk fake, so let your toast go Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit Quick to make a cherry, make 'em feel like Mary in hot butter (Sub word to your mother) So big shit, well dig it I rock shit I wig it I cock shit, I drink it, to lick off the wicked weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns And boogie with the fly freak unique hons You got the runs, well we be runnin shit on the underrated list I'm never played, and so we're Constipated but so, what? I'm runnin shit in my pajamas Like hot butter on (popcorn mama) [Chorus] [Outro] Like hot butter, you can't see this Cause I'm the realest, on your breakfast toast yo C.M., on your breakfast toast Constipated Mind, on your breakfast toast (popcorn mama) On your breakfast toast... [ad libs to fade] Aus Songtexte Mania