Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Mista Meth in the house!
Ha, yeah, break it loud
Yeah, when it's all said in done, we gone be on top
Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
And clown niggas relying on special effects
While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breaking they neck
Move the crowd without breaking a sweat
Trendsetter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck
Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna roll through the set
Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a nightclub, talking about you don't go out
And you trying to got to school to make a certain amount
But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out
I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti
Steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready
To deal with the legendary
Soopafly, X-Z, and Bullet Loco
Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po
Round and round we go, it don't stop
Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot
Baby girl do the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop
Looking good with your stink-ass
Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl do the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop
This bitch ain't got the pot to piss in
Keeping it next to the name and her gun
This the Dulo gang bitch
Who the fuck want some
You got tittles and ass
But I got a dick and some cash
If you ain't talking about shit
Then I'ma smash, bitch
On three, on me, bitch, you my property
Daddy Jayo Felony, and ain't nobody stopping me
And I said daddy, bitch, yeah, that's what you gone call me
I ain't no simp or no wimp, I'ma motherfucking pimp
Terrorizing my hoes, make they high-heels fall off
You got me close to fucked up, if you think I'm going soft
On ya; I'm hard on my hoes, that's how it goes
Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four
You got my name, you bounced
So you might as well break bread
And only Dulo niggas know, what's the head
My name is Bullet Loco, and this is my opinion
I'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion
Bi-b-b-b-biatch
Round and round we go, it don't stop
Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot
Baby girl do the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop
Lookin' good with your stink-ass
The type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl do the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop
I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em, or buy clothes
All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes
In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa
With a killer and a cocaine dealer, laying low from the law
See, it all comes down to who's quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention, riding off in a hearse
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free
The dysfunctional member of the Alkaholik family tree
Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Colada
At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna
For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees
After that, we kicking back and burn up some trees
Mad shout, 'cause Xzibit's not the type to be treating
Cause, I'm an Alkaholik. and I'm late for my meeting
(Come on, Like that)
Round and round we go, it don't stop
Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot
Baby girl do the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop
Looking good with your stink-ass
Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl do the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop
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