once againnnnnnn. you won't believe it!
once againnnn. it's m.o.p. you see it!
aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ohhhhhhhhhhhh-ehhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhh
for all those platinum and plus
it's home team back with the true thing
back with a new slang mayne
we bang three times three m&m's
yo i'm sittin on chrome. bitch
and i ain't talkin bout rims!
i got your baby momma chest a jumpin around
at you fake-ass thugs that think you made of cast iron
so calm down clown 'fore i bring the pound down
stomp yo' ass to ground round
i got my cobra vision goggles on
with a six-pack and a smile homes
i felt your vibe from a mile away
cause the demon in me decided to lay low
nigga i drink that six-pack witcha
so i'll say that i was under the influence when i hitcha
niggaz can't fade it; they know they can't tame us
so they treat us like strangers
that it scares me sometimes
find myself doin shit that wouldn't cross the average mind
i seem to find time to nig-gotiate
renogiate blast at a nigga straight blast