Joey Trap - Breaking Pencils Lyrics

Hop up in this thing, had to get it poppin' (Akachi in this mother fucker)
(Get it poppin)
Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin' (he was pocket watchin')
Champ up in the room, see the bodies droppin' (bodies drop)
I hit Neiman Marcus and we get to shoppin' (get to shoppin')
Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green (skrt)
Check the navigator, it's a touch screen (it's a touch screen)
You could watch the movies in the back seats (neow)
In the back streets, runnin' like an athlete (run that shit)

I'ma pass y'all 'cause I'm goin' fast though (goin' fast bitch)
Maybe you just act slow, I know I'm an asshole (boo boo boo)
Anyways, my diamonds flash because they VVS's
All these bitches wanna cuff us, but they can't arrest us
They don't want a Puerto Rican drivin' 'round in Texas (skrt)
Beat it up, like wrestlers, I could get yo' girl to sex us
Put her legs in pretzels, write too much I'm breaking pencils (uh huh)
This some different level, won't sell my soul to the devil (never)
But the car I drive it lookin' something like a Demon (neow)
Got your shorty in the back seat, lookin' like she screamin' (what?)
Like I said, I get to shopping boy, we hittin' Neiman's (what?)
Only reason I love money, I don't got a reason (no reason)
Niggas think I'm sneezin', I be blessed like every season (achoo)
Hittin' licks for niggas weed, I think I call it Tree-ason (what?)
I'ma start a legion, big ol' Cannon like I'm $teven
Ain't no gettin' even, shoot yo' block and then we leavin' (neow)
Yeah, poppin' pills like it's Mike and Ike (like it's Mike and Ike)
Yeah, if I fucked yo' bitch, then would you wanna fight? (Would you wanna fight?)
Yeah, pull up with the (pshh) like I'm fuckin' Mike (with that boo boo boo)
Hit you in the light (yeah), you gon' lose your sight (yeah)
You gon' lose your life if a nigga playin' with us
I came with them hitters and them hitters sprayin' with us (boo boo boo)
They prayin' for us (yeah), that's blasphemy (it's blasphemy)
Shooters blast for me (grr paw), please don't anger me on
Bitch I'm-, I'm incredible (I'm incredible)
Eat my vegetables, I'm fuckin' crazy nigga (fuckin' crazy, nigga)
I'm not lazy (I'm not), nigga, I get bread, can't phase a nigga
Yo', how we-, how we comin'? We ain't change my nigga (how we come?)
Smokin'-, smokin' on this yellow haze my nigga (smokin' dope)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, damn I made it, nigga (damn, I made it nigga, yeah)
Damn, I made it nigga (tell my mama)
Damn, I made it nigga, (damn, I made it) damn, I made it, nigga (yeah)

Hop up in this thing, had to get it poppin' (had to get it poppin')
Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin' (he was pocket watchin')
Champ up in the room, see them bodies droppin'
I hit Neiman Marcus and we get to shoppin' (and we get to shop)
Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green
Check the navigator, it's a touch screen, yeah
You could watch the movies in the back seats, yeah
In the back streets, run like an athlete (athletes)