Текст песни Potna Deuce - Poppa Gotta Bran` New Freak
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[ CHORUS ](If your girl starts acting up)(If) (If your girl starts acting up)(If your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend) --> Big Bank Hank[ VERSE 1: Baby Beesh ]It`s Baby Beesh, now you can call me Poppa PoppaI got a brand new freak, and man, I`d say she properAnd it`s all tremendously good and great, gloriousSmooth sailing and victoriousAnd about the old one, I had to fly the coopCause when you hunger for the loot, bitch, you get the bootSize 10 to the chinny-chin-chin-aAnd like that I had to do-koo-kin yaSo get ghost, adios, hit the rosesYou been waved, my peace of mind has been savedBy the new freak and she`s lovin this LatinoShowin off, lettin me knowSexin is spectacularI starts on the bottom, but ends up in the back of herHittin them, gettin them nice and juiceYoung Beesh in the house from Potna DeuceYeah, and no stress in the love nestCool - cause baby doll keeps revenue level-headedThat`s so thick as I speakAnd poppa got a brand new freakNow let me speak to ya...[ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Rube ]Poppa got a brand new freaky deakYou see, all my young potnas wanna sneak a peekCause she got the cool grill with the cool trunkThat be hittin like Pippen on the alley hoop dunkLast freak wasn`t meant for poppaShe was fickle and predictable like a soap operaHad to stop her in the tracks from makin me go savageLet the hoe go, now Rube is blowin so lavishI thought you knew, freak 2 is so righteousPut her on the top of my list of my pipe bustI might just open a bottle of ??Y-Zippendale??Show my new thang how poppa is livin swellPut her in a spell, take her to the motelIt`s all good, but I kicks down no mailCause I got no loose change and no time for gamesAin`t nothin here ever strange, mangCause poppa`s on top of thangs[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Chezski ]Poppa got a brand new freak - like that?And I been tappin that ass every since last weakLike an animal, love that I`m villainousIllinous, Chezski`s the chillinestIs out there mobbin for the folks squabbinY`all don`t understand about the Hillside hound hogginI creeps up on the proper for they want some ofThe gut-runnin killer, call me beaver hunterAnd smash up on the guts from the back porchGive em that tropical vibe from the hot torchAnd play the game dirty with my knuckles in itFreaky little somethin, here I come for the late visit(Wait a minute, man, you know I can`t flex)Unless I`m throwin on somethin cool that protectsAnd swing like a swinger really oughts toAnd poppa got a brand new freak like I was taught to[ CHORUS ]