Pop Da Brown Hornet - Follow Me Up lyrics

rate me

I love my microphone clear, ice cold beer, premiere

My news and sweet, nothing's in ya ear

I treat them like they outta be treated

Like they want their cutty licked

They better get their girlfriend to come eat it

I don't tongue-twa, i rock nonstop

Hip hop got me locked, competition get props

The bar, you can front it, got rhymes by the hundred

New york city creepin it, delightedly blunted

I love to stay high, pop pass the la

Nigga caught a black eye for tellin the white lie

Don't even try or you just might die for real

All ya ally cat niggas gotta fry

Makin it hard for me and my squad

Doin shit i can't disregard, my nigga just got scarred for life

Do ya thing, be the men, be mice

Hiddin behind mics, with lyrics that sound nice

Softer than a milk shake, whole image is fake

I use they ass for bait, throw them in a lake

Let the crab snap em, my enemies clap 'em

Some bring lips abyss i feel it's ("time for some action!"- b-real)

Like a flick, loaded with guns

Better yet like a chick, who posses big buns

I stay screamin on duns, shinin with my sons

Runnin up in lady, bangin them like tums

Chorus: pop da brown hornet (down low recka)

You know you wanna ride with us (no doubt)

Take note before we bust (we pullin out)

Follow me up son (follow me up son) follow me up

(follow me up)

Follow, follow, follow me up son

[down low recka]

Let me tell ya somethin, don't fall for the foolery

Hip hop ain't live like it used it be, one step from the eulogy

The future looks promisin though, got team reunited

And god risin, gp's set to blow

The pyramid complete, been done, i'ma start barkin on ya tricks for fun

Ya currency holdin, this is in ya pockets swollen

Lookin dead into the light, and can't see where ya goin

Pull it reversal, you better stop beatin hip hop before it hurts you

These laws is universal

From my home to your home, from cairo to rome

I'm here to the twilight zone, the facts roam

I remember when i used to sit back, smokin a bone

Wonderin if i'mma blaze hip hop before it's gone

Brothers is bustin at rap with macks like drome

Niggas livin in glass labs, throwin stones

I'm walkin over light shine on, my back to it

Eyes peeled, so i can see when i go thru it

Y'all hoes ain't all about nothin

Cuz you don't fear, don't say shit and just keep doin it

Chorus

[pop da brown hornet]

You just above average, i'm superstar status

Microphone savage, devour the baddest

Ghetto fabulous, in hip hop madness

Before i'm done with this, i'll be sittin on mad cabbage

At times i'm on the low, at times i'm in ya face

Occupy the time slot, you occupy space

You gettin outta line boy, stay in your place

The wifey in my kitchen, beggin me to taste

The way she chef it up, should i toss that ass up?

You treat her like a queen, pop treat her like a slut

It's all about a nut, cuz love don't give a fuck

Finger in the butt, she know to keep her mouth shut

Check it, let me proceed i'm trippin off weed

A lot of cats are trippin off jealously and greed

Can't make it on the else, so they sit around and plot

Five hundred in they pot, so case around from rot

There's a thin line between failure and success

It's like we uptown, know i always got it fresh

Head throbbin g, and off like a bank robber

Meditate, get up, run thru the potter

Only cuz i gotta, i take mc's out

You thought i was a shark, cut, took the wrong route

Now you assed out nowhere to be found

Fuckin with pop da brown, baby

Chorus