Poppin Off A Mean One

Poppin Off A Mean One

A Poem by Hazy

roll it up, smoke it up, bowl it up, toke it up, way too much, cant get up, dont mean that i cant get it up, turn it up, burn it up, like halo 3, murk it up, secretly kill a n***a, yeah we gunna lurk it up, so dont be retarded, cuz u dont wanna be my target, nobody can party like us, so just find a chair and park it, so fucked up in my car, that i cant even park it, ran outta beer and cups, so we jus hit the market, underage drinkin, nah we dont giv a f**k, we smoke till we choke, and we drink till we buck, we aint full of s**t, nah we aint full of luck, cuz it didnt take s**t, for ya girl to tell me she wanna f**k, so we f**k all day, and we f**k all night, imma f**k that s**t till dat s**t hits right, idc if u loose cuz i'll f**k u till u tight, and if u jus got a tan, then i'll f**k ya a*s white, so get like me, you cant get like me, cuz u cant find another muthafucka jus like me, just like me, yeah just like me, you do you, and i'll do me, she'll do me, and i'll do her, we can do the same girl together, you can get the front, and i'll hit it from the back, we gon run this muthafuckin train, right off da track, im back wit da mack, yeah thats sumthin i dont lack, got the mug wit a cadillac include a fat sack, so get the f**k back, im sharp as a tack, if u talkin that smack, u gunna get more than a smack, got the oozie like brrrraaat, stomp u like a f****n rat, and then come across ya face wit mcguire bat, lay ya a*s out like you a floor mat, when i do my business, i dont leave one track, beware of my line, the next one to get whacked, i'll leave u nuthin but bones, knick knack paddy whack, take u to the graveyard, im the undertaker, im the go getta, ya girl, imma take her, lookin down the barrel of a 45, poppin off, dat was ya life, yeah, dat was ya last line, not yours, yeah mine, we got the shotty's, the oozies, and dont forget the nines, yeah we got the AK's, okay, AK, let it spray, spray ya body away, its my way, tie you to da back of a truck, hit the highway, pedal to da metal, heavy metal, we keep it poppin, orville redenbacher up in a kettle, now bring it back down, let it settle to da ground, open ears listen to whistlin shells hit da ground, all around, another round, open up another round, pow pow, oh wow, here we go, oh no, hit it now, pop pop, like pop pop, lemme cop some bop, start at the top and never ever forever forget to let it drop, lollipop, lollipop, lick my lolli lolli pop, im goin in, cherry pop, cherry burst, get the mop, get ya girl to lick me up, and then wipe me down, so how u like me now, have ya man like how, leave em sayin wow, like ay bay bay, ay bay bay, my lollipop flavor is pink lemonade, and then i'll drink ya juice like minute maid, and dont worry cuz me? naw i aint a mintue man, but if u want me to hit it, then call me the hit it man hitman,  like boom like boom ba boom boom, like boom like boom ba boom boom, we can go boom in ya room but then u gotta clean it like a broom, she said i need a break, i said im bout to cum soon.

© 2008 Hazy


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damn thats long as s**t but it kinda drifts off at the end

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Hazy

*703*, VA



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my name is lil hazy but people just call me hazy, i dont like two-faced people, and i dont like fake people, born and raised in the *703* but i reside in the purcellville area right now, i love my bab.. more..

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A Poem by Hazy


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A Poem by Hazy