Artist: Popa Chief Album: Worldwide 2.0 Song: No Tomorrow!!! Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Popa Chief] This that shit we live and die for... Fix it in the list.. Uh, uh, I gotta throw some more veggie burgers on the Bar-B K-Blunt has stepped up in the party Yo engineer... [Chorus 2X: Popa Chief] This that shit, we live and die for, love and lie for Hurt and cry for, guzzle, get high, for Represent like it ain't no tomorrow Represent like it ain't no tomorrow [Popa Chief] Everybody spark a banger, blow smoke screens, all American first team Pimp limp, I push the hooptie with a mack lean New feet, dirty jeans, party all night with 30 beans Eventually gone, snitches gotta come clean How you gonna have ice, if you ain't got no CREAM You playing with yourself in a field of dreams I'm a scrub whose far from a slouch, no crystals on my Green shit, in a see-through pouch Make a mic scream out, rapid fire appear from a crouch I got that hip hop, dying in a take-out My ink is permenant, Garden of Eden resident Hobbies include, guessing busty birds measurements Allah rip the party like he OD'd on Viagra Popa Chief got more flows than Niagara Win or lose, Kamikaze the right team to choose Opponents get battered and bruised [Chorus 2X] [Popa Chief] Spit flames, never blink where you aim, my crew is untamed Try to live for what we got? Catch an ego strain Self explanatory, frame by frame Top of the food chain, now watch Pops make it rain Verbally insane, when all else fails, never bail Tip the scales in my favor, Now N Later type of flavor I hunt blood like it makes me, wiser Fuck cutting a deal with the prosecutor I'm innocent, crime and punishment, know who you running with The crookedest niggas in the game, the government Arrowheads dipped in poison, with your name on it The kind of target.. BLAOW! Blow 'em to bits, can't help it Touch shit, melt shit, just the way I planned it Damn it, the whole world felt it Leave no stone unturned, no MC unburnt You can't get butter if the cream ain't churnt [Chorus 2X] [Popa Chief] Rockin', reefer cologne, VIP on the megaphone Screaming, 'all my fans go home!' Big up, where you at, let's get stank like butt crack And tell the G-O-B and posse to keep smoke that I'm back, and it's the one you been waiting for I go with Big Baby and Buddha Monk on tour Splashing making belly flops, international pitstops Wait til you get a load of me when my chocolate salty balls drop The masses gather, when I bubbles like lather Lacing you with actual facts like Dan Rather The rich get richer, jailbirds pose for pictures When you call me, muthafucka, don't forget the Mr. [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Popa Chief] Represent, represent, represent, ya'll Represent, represent, represent, ya'll Represent, represent, represent, ya'll This that shit, this that shit, (U.K.) This that shit, this that shit, (Zu Ninjaz) This that shit, this that shit...