Текст песни Oran "Juice" Jones f Camp Lo - Poppin` That Fly Shit (DJ CLARK KENT REM
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(Pop that fly shit, daddyClark-Clark-Clark-Clark Kent`ll make it hot)Verse 1: Oran "Juice" JonesOwwwwwwwLet me take your time, babyto tell you who you areThe sun and the moon should respect you, girlcos you`re a starTurn a pamp into a champ, babywith you rlittle shooby-dooYou want to get the freak inside of meis enough, to bring the freak outta youWell I`ma swing it like a king and just doin my thingAnd I`ve macked around the worldBut I`d turn around and lay the game downif you said you`d be my girlWhatever you want to get to, babyyou grab me and we can goJust a player and his princessMay we forever flow and glow (Pop that fly shit, daddy)Chorus: (x2)So now you know (now you know)why you wanna be with me (why you wanna be with me)You like it (Baby, you like it)Poppin` that fly shit (Daddy be poppin` that fly shit)Verse 2: Oran "Juice" JonesI wonder when you hit the fast trackBaby, how ya gonna show?Whether you claim fame in a gamewhose name is "Cough-N-Blow"But I`ma let you represent me, babyCos I`m a sucker for style and graceAnd you gon` be my ponyif you never win a race (Pop that fly shit)ChorusVerse 3: Camp LoYeah, yeah yeahDon`t gimme a swing, I got mines and that`s the thingTwenty rubies and forty diamonds equal one emerald gleamPimp supreme theme, run a triple team up the analClark, Lo wit the "Juice" Jones, send us the game, it`s fatalAaaaah, hop on the yamada hot, sweet hotter than rapid fireSlipped her my twoby hookers from the Oak to CrenshawSuper pimp, smoke the Kryptonite and wit the Lois Lanewit the hurricane, my bro`s will rock your bodyThe silver bullets floatin, why you keep dotin? Lay the land of lepraConnect it to my Rodeo Drive out in CaliPoke mine, cane off a *?Sally Demnes?*, scuffed up my Bally`sGot to get the Chinny`s so the ????? brigade won`t volleyCross hit the snow and now, she walk between the snowflakesI make my jalapeno and cheddar, cherry wholeand hook up for your nose, I got the snifferNuff of this, for this 3-man dream, daddy I`m Don *?Punilias?*Interlude: Oran "Juice" Jones, (girl)I`m in for the long haul, babyIf you`ve got rabbit in ya, you need not apply(Uh) Cos I plan to stay wit`cha til we see flyin cars, understandwhutI`msayin?(Yeah, you got game)Now look here, darling, yeah soYou about the flyest thing I seen all day long (Right)Now what say you and I go to my hut, baby (Mmmm hmmmm)We get zestfully clean and do something fresh and excitingWe be on a primitive tip, jump into some ol` circle-of-love-type thing(It`s that time of the month!)What? It`s that time of the month?Oh no baby, that`s a small thing, I ain`t worried about thatHey, what`s my name? (Juice)Time of the month, that don`t bother me, babyTell me somethin darlin (Uh huh)You ain`t got a toothache, do ya?(What? A toothache?)(Clark Kent`ll make it hot) Chorus