[VERSE 1]
Hats off to you biggots,
Here's 100 beats a minute where the back says.
Thug Pop. Thug Pop.
Checks in people with her pants in a bunch,
James Dean and Hermie Fox!
(DLR scream)
[CHORUS]
People try to blame me,
Poets try the same.
I'm tryin to hear from the mildew
to the barbeque on a hellbound train...
Loveshot? That's b******'
Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen.
Perhaps you know my name...
I'm called: Thug Pop. Thug Pop.
[VERSE 2]
When the resurrection comes,
there'll be a two drink minimum.
Thug Pop. Thug Pop.
Are you ready for some freestyle?
Undress, stay awhile.
All right, let's go to the back!
Woo!
[CHORUS]
People try to blame me,
Poets try the same.
I'm tryin to hear from the mildew
to the barbeque on a hellbound train...
Lovehot? That's b******'
Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen.
Perhaps you know my name...
(musical interlude)
(classic DLR screams)
[CHORUS]
People try to blame me,
Poets try the same.
I'm tryin to hear from the mildew
to the barbeque on a hellbound train...
Lovehot? That's b******'
Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen.
Perhaps you know my name...
I'm called: Thug Pop.
Perhaps you know my name...
Perhaps you know my name...
I'm called: Thug Pop.
Hats off to you biggots,
Here's 100 beats a minute where the back says.
Thug Pop. Thug Pop.
Checks in people with her pants in a bunch,
James Dean and Hermie Fox!
(DLR scream)
[CHORUS]
People try to blame me,
Poets try the same.
I'm tryin to hear from the mildew
to the barbeque on a hellbound train...
Loveshot? That's b******'
Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen.
Perhaps you know my name...
I'm called: Thug Pop. Thug Pop.
[VERSE 2]
When the resurrection comes,
there'll be a two drink minimum.
Thug Pop. Thug Pop.
Are you ready for some freestyle?
Undress, stay awhile.
All right, let's go to the back!
Woo!
[CHORUS]
People try to blame me,
Poets try the same.
I'm tryin to hear from the mildew
to the barbeque on a hellbound train...
Lovehot? That's b******'
Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen.
Perhaps you know my name...
(musical interlude)
(classic DLR screams)
[CHORUS]
People try to blame me,
Poets try the same.
I'm tryin to hear from the mildew
to the barbeque on a hellbound train...
Lovehot? That's b******'
Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen.
Perhaps you know my name...
I'm called: Thug Pop.
Perhaps you know my name...
Perhaps you know my name...
I'm called: Thug Pop.