Master P - Poppin' Them Collars Lyrics
[Snoop Dogg & (Master P) talking]Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his mother*****in' collar(With a lil' West Coast twist on it)(Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' collars][Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]Pop those collarsPop those collarsPop those collarsThat's the just the way we do itPop those collarsWe changed the game[Snoop]Slid up in the door, get up in ya hoSippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0Stretched out on the couch with some Mary JaneDoghouse nigga, we all in the same gameAn every nigga in my click got the platinum chainBlang, blang Doggy's Angel's same thangEastsidaz same thang, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane[Master P & Snoop together]Cause game recognize game and we got itNo Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' upWe bang bang[Snoop]On this music that we make hoIn the cars, the clubs, or when we smoke dopeWe drop that shit for you kin folkAnd poor folks no joke, loc locBlaze a sack loc, bust a back strokeAnd pop ya mother*****in' collar till ya break ya back loc[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs][Master P]Ah dog we off the heezySnoop and P together for cheesyPoppin' collars from the South to the WizestWe off, see the tank around our nizeckWe O.G. show me loveAnd the Baker Boys started the buzzNow we California livin' like Dre and PacAnd them No Limit boys, see we can't be stoppedMe and E-Feezy go way on the bizackRemember Baby D, TRU it and PrizackMy essay homie, chop chop got the dizopeWhile me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoastI'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play meTurn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazyRoll up to Eastside back to the WestRepresent Richmond, California to the South, respect[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs][Snoop]I'll bless you before I diss youY'all miss me, shit I miss youSo sweet, so sure but so lowSo just let it all go, serious we sick of thisDog homie, ask ya kids they put chu' up on itOn the corners they poppin' they collarsWhile back in the days, shit niggas used to stack they dollarsMake a nigga wanna hollerPlayas, pimp, p-poppers, impersonatorsReal rip riders, Eastsidaz and regulatorsHaters come in all shapes, sizes and colorsBut we on top of thangs so they can't get above usHate us or love us, we rollin' with the heat huggersThuggers, house party niggas ***** clubbersWith anine in my pockets, poppin' my collar pushin' and shovin'[Hook with Master P & Snoop ad-libs to fade
