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    Ja Rule / Lyrics

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    "Pop N****s" Lyrics

    Ja Rule

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    How many niggas hit the scene like Rule
    Benley GT, pushin' through bock flooded, with jewels
    H-2 with the hungerous Rule beside me
    Armed up the army, don't play that with nobody
    Rule, Murder & Gotti
    We hittin' bitches like Lowe's be hittin' switches, sixteen at a time
    Times that behind with me down we lose and find
    X style the night that they mind we ? the times
    With renegades prowling this bitch with braids
    Leather gloves with dark shades and sowed off day
    Reminiscing the Cleo, she go to living life flawless
    Who the boss, you know this
    Who the GOD, who fawlging
    Hit me I'm giving niggas one to three
    Y'all need one to three hours to accomplish what we have built here
    You nigga know this is Rule here
    I'm cocking back, I got an idea

    [Chorus]
    Just hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop niggas, 'cause I pop niggas
    When you see the Rule comin'
    Clear the block niggas, hop niggas, just hop nigga, 'cause I pop niggas
    When you see the chrome run
    Hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop nigga, 'cause I pop niggas
    When you see the Rule comin'
    Clear the block niggas, hop nigga, just hop nigga, 'cause I pop niggas
    When you see the chrome run

    Y'all niggas wanna see the N-G
    I'll go watch it like its a hundred and ten of me
    Guns bustin' in every direction, the public enemy
    But naah I ain't Chuck B, Its Rule baby
    Y'all niggas wanna get it crazy, come on y'all can't fade me
    The music is slavery, roll up and haze
    Because most niggas is lazy cotton pickers
    Wish they'd find out its me and my niggas they gone
    'Cause they prisoners of they own home, we party and get it on
    Live it up! As soon as we hit em home
    We tuckin away the chrome and humpin' up on some hoes
    We dem niggas you love to hate I know
    Who cares I been blowin' your bitch back out for years
    Plus she shared so many tears for me
    While you was away, was around the time I made "Put It On Me"
    So homie, stay from 'round here you ain't know, this is Rule here
    I'm cockin' back, I got an idea

    [Chorus]

    Yeah, you feelin' hot tonight well look it here playboy
    we could go outside (x2)
    Huh, you feelin' hot tonight well look it here lil'
    mama we could go outside (x2)

    Certain niggas need to be kissed in the ground that I walk
    Shuttin' up when I talk, its Rule in full floss
    5-0 is tellin' him X marks the speasy
    How niggas gettin' dis money, it can't be this easy
    Believe me, I see between cracks and crevices
    Angelic and devilish, who thinks better than this
    The shell love and angel live in the darkest angles, this is Rule here
    I'm cockin' back I got an idea

    [Chorus]

    Yeah, you feelin' hot tonight
    Well look it here playboy we could go outside (x2)
    Huh, you feelin' hot tonight
    Well look it here lil' mama we could go outside (x2)

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on July 5th, 2015 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Jeffrey B Atkins, Pharrell Williams, Pharrell L Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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