Pop the Trunk lyrics

(Pimp C)
Smoke somethin'
I just bought me a Coupe Deville
Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel
Now all the ATL n*ggas wanna jack cuz I'm from Texas
Never seen candy with the fifth on the back
I'm comin' down the west end, n*ggas tryin' to jack
And bust a right Coney Island pop the trunk and
Started cappin'
n*ggas was happenin' put they Burboun to the floor
n*gga
Hard to bust back but I was penetrating they doe
n*gga in PA, it's like the wild, wild west
Cuz we all pack pistols and we all wear vests
When the sh*t pop out, who gon stunt
n*gga ain't shootin' me first I fin to pop the trunk

(UGK)
(Bun B) - These n*ggas keep talkin' like they want the
Funk
(Pimp C) - But n*ggas love to talk sh*t I fin to pop
The trunk
(Bun B) - Runnin off at they di*k suckas gettin' it
Crunk
(Pimp C) - n*gga I'm high off this weed I fin to pop
The trunk
(Bun B) - Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a
Punk
(Pimp C) - Man I knew he was a b*tch I had to pop the
Trunk
(Bun B) - All we really came to do is just smoke some
Skunk
(Pimp C) - These n*ggas steady runnin' me hot I'm fin
To pop the trunk
(Celly Cel)
You n*ggas didn't know that I was outta control
Slow yo roll for I put this chopper straight to yo fo
Head you better off dead than to f*ck around with
Psycho n*ggas
Don't be trying to plead yo case cuz I don't even like
No n*ggas
In my face, trying to question me about some drama
Only answer to two people: God and my mama
Far as n*ggas tryin' to put me in the cross
Let 'em holler at my b*tch, Nina Ross hoe house boss
I bet you mind somethin' in, run and tell a friend
(?) on the Gin, I think he's set trippin' once again
It ain't no stoppin' me, get at me then I'm dumpin' on
Ya
Ridin past yo funeral hangin out the window slumpin'
On ya
You didn't know, they didn't tell you boy you betta
Listen
While I shoot this sh*t before you put yourself in
That position
n*ggas that know me know I specialize in havin bump
You can have the tailway from the shovel so we can pop
The trunk

(UGK)
(Bun B) - These n*ggas keep talkin' like they want the
Funk
(Pimp C) - Man cuz his b*tch chose me I fin to pop the
Trunk
(Bun B) - Runnin' off at they di*k suckas gettin' it
Crunk
(Pimp C) - Cuz I'm f*ckin' yo gal I got to pop the
Trunk
(Bun B) - Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a
Punk
(Pimp C) - n*gga tried to jack my car I had to pop the
Trunk
(Bun B) - All we really came to do is just smoke some
Skunk
(Pimp C) - Smokin' at the tittie bar I had to pop the
Trunk

(Bun B)
Under Cali's blue skies, smokin' on chronicles and
Chocolate ties
Even when we tell the truth the hoes we lies
Man ain't no disguise, doin' ninety week flies
Ain't got no time for middle men and small fries
Only money conversation and big thighs
Let me talk to your boss man, the n*gga wit the pies
And back yo ass up and don't act so surprised
When pistols start to c*ck, hands start to rise
Nobody move too fast I advise
Or you can catch a hot one right between ya eyes
Recognize I done set me sights on the prize
And put lights out with boom biddy bye, bye's
I'm livin' my life off of rap and weed highs
And act my age but not my f*ckin' shoe size
But f*ckin' wit us ain't wise
We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk
What, the trunk
(Bun B) - These n*ggas keep talkin' like they want the
Funk
(Pimp C) - I knew he was the police I had to pop the
Trunk
(Bun B) - Runnin' off at they di*k suckas gettin' it
Crunk
(Pimp C) - Man I'm sippin' on (?) poppin' the trunk
(Bun B) - Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a
Punk
(Pimp C) - (?)(?)(?) I had to pop the trunk
(Bun B) - All we really came to do is just smoke some
Skunk
(Pimp C) - To make it, make it crunk I had to pop the
Trunk

(Pimp C)
I know that they some b*tches had to pop the trunk
California to Texas poppin' the trunk
UGK and Celly Cel we bout to pop the trunk
Sippin' on Hennessy (?) I fin to pop the trunk, b*tch
Smoke somethin'
D time, PA, uh, '97
Smoke somethin
Representin money, like Too short b*tch