poppin' them collars
master p
give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin' collar
that's the just the way we do it
sippin' on some mo with big d from the mad ass 6-0
stretched out on the couch with some mary jane
an every nigga in my click got the platinum chain
blang doggy's angel's same thang
rip riders ask my nephew kokane
cause game recognize game and we got it
on this music that we make ho
we drop that shit for you kin folk
and pop ya motherfuckin' collar till ya break ya back loc
snoop and p together for cheesy
poppin' collars from the south to the wizest
see the tank around our nizeck
and the baker boys started the buzz
now we california livin' like dre and pac
me and e-feezy go way on the bizack
while me and xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
i'm the black slim shady so don't try to play me
turn a six into a bentley and drive em' crazy
roll up to eastside back to the west
i'll bless you before i diss you
ask ya kids they put chu' up on it
on the corners they poppin' they collars
shit niggas used to stack they dollars
make a nigga wanna holler
haters come in all shapes
but we on top of thangs so they can't get above us
we rollin' with the heat huggers
house party niggas fuck clubbers
poppin' my collar pushin' and shovin'