] It's the M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [Will] M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [both] M, dot O, dot P FIYAH! FIYAH! [Chorus One: M.O.P.] [Fame] Now, fill yo' cups up (PUT
) Marxmen! [M.O.P.] C'MON! YAOW! YO! C'MON, C'MON! It's the M, dot O dot P, ohh! M, dot O dot P, ohh! M, dot O dot P - FIYAHH! FIYAHH! [Lil' Fame] It
Traduzione: MOP. Put It In The Air.
'm a get to \"Stomping in my Air Force Ones\" But you won't be able to tell If it's two pairs or it's one It's just gonna feel like so many feet kicking
'm a get to "Stomping in my Air Force Ones" But you won't be able to tell If it's two pairs or it's one It's just gonna feel like so many feet kicking
(feat. M.O.P.) [M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to
and I'm a bust your lip I'm from the L., B.C. D.P.G. D-O-Double of the rumble got um bubbing D.P. [Aki-la:] Megurimegutte Tadoritsuku jikoku no chi The
shit and I'm ah bust your lip, I'm from the L.B.C.D.P.G.D-o double of the rumble got um bubbing D.P! [1] [2] [3] [2] [aki-la / Snoop:] You know we
you pick me then I?ma pick on you d-o-double g and I?m here to put this d*** on you I'm stuck on p**** and your?s is right Rip ridin? the poles and them
you pick me then I'ma pick on you D-o-double g and I'm here to put this d*** on you I'm stuck on p**** and your's is right Rip ridin' the poles and
, proud that we did it And naturally, we got others that wanna see us hit [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Capital P, when I was 13 I had dreams Now I'm all grown
take it now I'm still alive let me break it down Turn this shit to the O.K. Corral Get to blastin', whippin' asses Forget that talk shit, I'm with the
"It breathes, it eats and it hates The only way to beat it, is to think like it" [Talking:] At it again Hmm [Equipto:] I surprise with the amazing,
Flavor Unit, it's a fortified thing And it's "A" 'cause we animals, "O" 'cause we ominous "T" 'cause we tyrants and, "P" 'cause we're prominent On all
watch got em hypnotized, fuckin with hustlers ballin like rap niggas, throwin money in the air screemin I ain't gotta rap niggas, the 9 m & m ain't sweet
P.G. I got people up in Garland all the way O.C I'm a cow tipper nigga maybe set tripper A country mutherfucker, I'm a methazine sipper T-shirt with
We could strap without scrap or put the semi in it Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the hemmy in it I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in
