.....thats the oppa stoppa. lyrics below
Shh, shh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass n*, weird ass n*, man What are all these n* talkin' 'bout? (Ice cream-ass) Ice cream-ass n* Ayy (ayy, sheesh) I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games, b*, we get it started I'm the man, clip it keep a hundred, n*, I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this f*' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Ayy, all these tattoos on my f*' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna f* me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of f*' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my n* Ryan And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's A n* keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole (ayy) And I can't have no n* with me if they gon' snitch on us (snitch on us)
