Poppa Large
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โฑ๏ธ 4:17 duration
๐ ID: 23479313
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I keep in shape and do my physical fitness
Your head's numb, so your brains a miss this
Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, beat 'em up
Pick 'em up pickle head, pick 'em up picky
I roll wit globs and I come real sticky
Ripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears
Crazed and brewed, I'm coming out like beers
Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds
I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds, you duds
Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wick able wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
The funk rhyme and master, blaster
Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
Rap storm, rap form, rap time, rap rhyme
Rap class, I'm here to fail and to pass
To continue, from the more, hype tip
I roll and rock, rock and roll
Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues
Dance and fusion, brain confusion
Look at the lights, what a night on the town
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
Now I'm back to funk, freak the funk
Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk
I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the world
Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl
Poppa large looking out the pawn shop
Taking stroud while your face and arms drop
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write
learn to talk, learn to walk
And watch your step though, I'm hype and ripe though
Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is psycho
Not Ricky Ricardo, or Guy Lombardo
Sporting a rag top, an El Dorado
Step into Hollywood, I'm screening the boulevards
The rhymes is game tight, I'm ready to pull it's card
Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce
I'm pouring like juice
hitting the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, I never rhyme like them
On and on, on and on, on and on
until the break of dawn
I go overtime, rock the mic at nighttime
Daytime, switching off to Prime time
Specifically, strolling back in the west time
Rock the funk wit' the mic in the east rhyme
Hype and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, I ain't joking
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp
Rhyme to ill, rhyme to rock
Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
Rhyme to destroy any decoy boy
On the microphone, off and on and side to side
Painting the town
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
You're dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck
As I flow and grow from head to toe
Seeking a style like John McEnroe
Dissing 'em all, serving them wit the mic stand
Like Prince and Michael coming out wit' a big band
The crowd is live, you can pay as the manager
Run wit' the money, I pull the trigger and damage ya
Boom, taking life more serious
I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more
A son of Sam, how could I begin more
Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows
You're in living hell with all time to battle
The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
I'm coming out excited
Like I'm Blackula, a better man that Dracula
Spectacular and not irregular
in fact you are speaking unpopular
Rhymes are moved and they can't be stop 'til the
Beat as it goes 'til the rhyme that flows
Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose
That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn to page one
Look at the master, my rankis higher
Wit' lyrical burns, your brain's on fire
Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
Your head's numb, so your brains a miss this
Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, beat 'em up
Pick 'em up pickle head, pick 'em up picky
I roll wit globs and I come real sticky
Ripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears
Crazed and brewed, I'm coming out like beers
Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds
I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds, you duds
Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wick able wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
The funk rhyme and master, blaster
Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
Rap storm, rap form, rap time, rap rhyme
Rap class, I'm here to fail and to pass
To continue, from the more, hype tip
I roll and rock, rock and roll
Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues
Dance and fusion, brain confusion
Look at the lights, what a night on the town
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
Now I'm back to funk, freak the funk
Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk
I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the world
Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl
Poppa large looking out the pawn shop
Taking stroud while your face and arms drop
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write
learn to talk, learn to walk
And watch your step though, I'm hype and ripe though
Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is psycho
Not Ricky Ricardo, or Guy Lombardo
Sporting a rag top, an El Dorado
Step into Hollywood, I'm screening the boulevards
The rhymes is game tight, I'm ready to pull it's card
Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce
I'm pouring like juice
hitting the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, I never rhyme like them
On and on, on and on, on and on
until the break of dawn
I go overtime, rock the mic at nighttime
Daytime, switching off to Prime time
Specifically, strolling back in the west time
Rock the funk wit' the mic in the east rhyme
Hype and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, I ain't joking
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp
Rhyme to ill, rhyme to rock
Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
Rhyme to destroy any decoy boy
On the microphone, off and on and side to side
Painting the town
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
You're dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck
As I flow and grow from head to toe
Seeking a style like John McEnroe
Dissing 'em all, serving them wit the mic stand
Like Prince and Michael coming out wit' a big band
The crowd is live, you can pay as the manager
Run wit' the money, I pull the trigger and damage ya
Boom, taking life more serious
I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more
A son of Sam, how could I begin more
Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows
You're in living hell with all time to battle
The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
I'm coming out excited
Like I'm Blackula, a better man that Dracula
Spectacular and not irregular
in fact you are speaking unpopular
Rhymes are moved and they can't be stop 'til the
Beat as it goes 'til the rhyme that flows
Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose
That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn to page one
Look at the master, my rankis higher
Wit' lyrical burns, your brain's on fire
Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.74] I keep in shape and do my physical fitness
[00:10.65] Your head's numb, so your brains a miss this
[00:12.64] Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, beat 'em up
[00:14.85] Pick 'em up pickle head, pick 'em up picky
[00:17.06] I roll wit globs and I come real sticky
[00:18.96] Ripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears
[00:21.25] Crazed and brewed, I'm coming out like beers
[00:23.20] Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds
[00:25.55] I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds, you duds
[00:28.36] Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wick able wack
[00:31.68] Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
[00:34.80] The funk rhyme and master, blaster
[00:37.08] Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
[00:39.63] Rap storm, rap form, rap time, rap rhyme
[00:42.87] Rap class, I'm here to fail and to pass
[00:45.02] To continue, from the more, hype tip
[00:47.07] I roll and rock, rock and roll
[00:49.25] Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues
[00:50.93] Dance and fusion, brain confusion
[00:52.42] Look at the lights, what a night on the town
[00:55.70] 'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[00:59.77] 'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[01:04.19] 'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[01:08.63] Now I'm back to funk, freak the funk
[01:10.61] Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk
[01:13.04] I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the world
[01:15.27] Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl
[01:17.37] Poppa large looking out the pawn shop
[01:19.55] Taking stroud while your face and arms drop
[01:22.11] Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write
[01:24.49] learn to talk, learn to walk
[01:26.13] And watch your step though, I'm hype and ripe though
[01:28.35] Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is psycho
[01:30.49] Not Ricky Ricardo, or Guy Lombardo
[01:32.41] Sporting a rag top, an El Dorado
[01:34.67] Step into Hollywood, I'm screening the boulevards
[01:36.94] The rhymes is game tight, I'm ready to pull it's card
[01:39.32] Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce
[01:41.77] I'm pouring like juice
[01:43.83] hitting the top, feeling the rim
[01:45.19] Getting a trim, I never rhyme like them
[01:47.86] On and on, on and on, on and on
[01:50.85] until the break of dawn
[01:52.00] I go overtime, rock the mic at nighttime
[01:54.26] Daytime, switching off to Prime time
[01:56.48] Specifically, strolling back in the west time
[01:58.76] Rock the funk wit' the mic in the east rhyme
[02:00.93] Hype and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking
[02:03.21] Yo, I ain't joking
[02:05.14] Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp
[02:07.69] Rhyme to ill, rhyme to rock
[02:09.49] Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
[02:11.92] Rhyme to destroy any decoy boy
[02:13.88] On the microphone, off and on and side to side
[02:17.20] Painting the town
[02:18.14] I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[02:22.35] I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[02:26.61] 'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[02:31.03] 'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[02:35.14] You're dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck
[02:37.51] As I flow and grow from head to toe
[02:39.50] Seeking a style like John McEnroe
[02:41.79] Dissing 'em all, serving them wit the mic stand
[02:44.19] Like Prince and Michael coming out wit' a big band
[02:46.34] The crowd is live, you can pay as the manager
[02:48.41] Run wit' the money, I pull the trigger and damage ya
[02:50.66] Boom, taking life more serious
[02:52.83] I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
[02:54.99] Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more
[02:57.23] A son of Sam, how could I begin more
[02:59.31] Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows
[03:01.48] You're in living hell with all time to battle
[03:03.64] The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
[03:06.15] I'm coming out excited
[03:07.93] Like I'm Blackula, a better man that Dracula
[03:10.18] Spectacular and not irregular
[03:12.25] in fact you are speaking unpopular
[03:14.62] Rhymes are moved and they can't be stop 'til the
[03:16.84] Beat as it goes 'til the rhyme that flows
[03:18.77] Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose
[03:20.68] That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
[03:23.08] Drop the mic, come and turn to page one
[03:25.28] Look at the master, my rankis higher
[03:27.52] Wit' lyrical burns, your brain's on fire
[03:29.71] Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[03:34.23] I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[03:37.99] Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[03:42.38] Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[03:46.69] I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[00:10.65] Your head's numb, so your brains a miss this
[00:12.64] Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, beat 'em up
[00:14.85] Pick 'em up pickle head, pick 'em up picky
[00:17.06] I roll wit globs and I come real sticky
[00:18.96] Ripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears
[00:21.25] Crazed and brewed, I'm coming out like beers
[00:23.20] Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds
[00:25.55] I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds, you duds
[00:28.36] Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wick able wack
[00:31.68] Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
[00:34.80] The funk rhyme and master, blaster
[00:37.08] Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
[00:39.63] Rap storm, rap form, rap time, rap rhyme
[00:42.87] Rap class, I'm here to fail and to pass
[00:45.02] To continue, from the more, hype tip
[00:47.07] I roll and rock, rock and roll
[00:49.25] Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues
[00:50.93] Dance and fusion, brain confusion
[00:52.42] Look at the lights, what a night on the town
[00:55.70] 'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[00:59.77] 'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[01:04.19] 'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[01:08.63] Now I'm back to funk, freak the funk
[01:10.61] Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk
[01:13.04] I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the world
[01:15.27] Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl
[01:17.37] Poppa large looking out the pawn shop
[01:19.55] Taking stroud while your face and arms drop
[01:22.11] Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write
[01:24.49] learn to talk, learn to walk
[01:26.13] And watch your step though, I'm hype and ripe though
[01:28.35] Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is psycho
[01:30.49] Not Ricky Ricardo, or Guy Lombardo
[01:32.41] Sporting a rag top, an El Dorado
[01:34.67] Step into Hollywood, I'm screening the boulevards
[01:36.94] The rhymes is game tight, I'm ready to pull it's card
[01:39.32] Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce
[01:41.77] I'm pouring like juice
[01:43.83] hitting the top, feeling the rim
[01:45.19] Getting a trim, I never rhyme like them
[01:47.86] On and on, on and on, on and on
[01:50.85] until the break of dawn
[01:52.00] I go overtime, rock the mic at nighttime
[01:54.26] Daytime, switching off to Prime time
[01:56.48] Specifically, strolling back in the west time
[01:58.76] Rock the funk wit' the mic in the east rhyme
[02:00.93] Hype and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking
[02:03.21] Yo, I ain't joking
[02:05.14] Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp
[02:07.69] Rhyme to ill, rhyme to rock
[02:09.49] Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
[02:11.92] Rhyme to destroy any decoy boy
[02:13.88] On the microphone, off and on and side to side
[02:17.20] Painting the town
[02:18.14] I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[02:22.35] I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[02:26.61] 'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[02:31.03] 'Cause I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[02:35.14] You're dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck
[02:37.51] As I flow and grow from head to toe
[02:39.50] Seeking a style like John McEnroe
[02:41.79] Dissing 'em all, serving them wit the mic stand
[02:44.19] Like Prince and Michael coming out wit' a big band
[02:46.34] The crowd is live, you can pay as the manager
[02:48.41] Run wit' the money, I pull the trigger and damage ya
[02:50.66] Boom, taking life more serious
[02:52.83] I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
[02:54.99] Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more
[02:57.23] A son of Sam, how could I begin more
[02:59.31] Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows
[03:01.48] You're in living hell with all time to battle
[03:03.64] The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
[03:06.15] I'm coming out excited
[03:07.93] Like I'm Blackula, a better man that Dracula
[03:10.18] Spectacular and not irregular
[03:12.25] in fact you are speaking unpopular
[03:14.62] Rhymes are moved and they can't be stop 'til the
[03:16.84] Beat as it goes 'til the rhyme that flows
[03:18.77] Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose
[03:20.68] That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
[03:23.08] Drop the mic, come and turn to page one
[03:25.28] Look at the master, my rankis higher
[03:27.52] Wit' lyrical burns, your brain's on fire
[03:29.71] Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[03:34.23] I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[03:37.99] Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[03:42.38] Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
[03:46.69] I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast