Artist: Popa Chief f/ Buddha Monk Album: Brain Food Song: Rite There! Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Popa Chief] Mmm-hmm... yeah My brand new ODB Wear With my crispy new wallies, uh-huh, come on [Chorus: Popa Chief] Play that right there, real thugs don't fight fair Look at my right there, not her, right there With the long hair, watermelon derriere Yeah, I'm talking to you right there [Popa Chief] Popular, some be the dub, cold out the eye-rub Wrestle us from grub, less from dirt in the tub Since smoked six, with my nigs, meet me at the club The brother in the mirror is all he said he was Super nigga dub looking right, merge a pack of Vegas And some sticky big bud Hit the local pub, get some wheat and barley a hug Make my rounds and show all my birds love Peaching and creaming, first class with an economy swerve Shaking, not stirring, parking lot, pimp alot, mack daddy limp-a-lot Chase chickens like Roy Jones to stay in shape, why not? The disco ball swirl, dusty records spins Two Heiny's and a Henn', ma, I'm a virgin Oooh, what's the chance of me and your merging? How's about some breakfast in bread, I'm splurging [Chorus 2X] [Popa Chief] Stealths, beats be bouncing, titties be bouncing Thugs be bouncing, LQ's flowing like water out the fountain Dicks is hard enough to move mountains So many fly chicks I've been stop counting Fix is tight, game is tight, I'm leaving with something I ain't got my mojo working for nothing Cops'll tell you pull your thong over your shoulder Like suspenders, I got a freaky agenda If I'm not your fender bender, Aries the grammar I'm a San Diego rooting for the Chargers (Buddha Monk: Aiyo, hold up, ain't you that South Jersey, nigga?) Chill, kick back, only for the winner In the mean time, in between time, all the Hot honeys and all the bomb crimes I could find From 6-0-9, 7-1-8 to 6-0-9 All at once, or one at a time [Chorus 2X] [Popa Chief] Pop something, roll something, ma let me hold something Get at your boy, later on you wanna do something Belly up to the bar, I want a tall something Knock the dust off my coat, now get the party jumping Bounce with me like bed springs at an orgy Bounce with me like memories at a party Bounce with me like a 6-4 with 'lics Somebody's puffin' blueberry, pass that shit! [Chorus 2X]