Pop Sh*t (feat. Pharrell)

1-2, 1-2, 1-2 (guess who's home?)
 Yeah mothafucker, you know who it is
 Ol' Dirty Bastard a.k.a. Dirt McGirt
 Killin' anything that moves {x2}
 You know what time it is
 Neptunes mothafucker. The Neptunes
 Yo 1-2, 1-2 (yeah this shit don't stop!)
 Plug it up, cocaine make ya speakers blow
 Party amps gettin' sniffed up now wit it too
 When there's somethin' in my camp, a wireless amp
 High as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp
 The wet got me damp, pussy darker than lamp
 Moses you don't wanna 'ttempt, I see all fans
 I'm too drunk too, now you like "Move!"
 Coked out in Peru, in hair/here like shampoo
 Small like snubs, camera to you scrubs
 Kinda like stubs, confidential at the club
 Sniff buds like Rule, I fast Ghost like Wu
 Get cream like tube, burn ya fast food
 Appeared in rude, we'll take ya panties off nude
 Yes and renewed, big guns and clued
 Bitch I'm loose like Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug
 Girls you like hugs? I don't like thugs
 Pop shit, bitch what's wrong?
 Pop shit, nigga what's wrong?
 (Take my drink it's about to get.) OOH!
 (Take my drink it's about to get.) OOH!
 (Me and my niggas about to get...) SUED!
 (Me and my niggas about to stop.) YOU!
 Aiyo all this shit is from the ghetto
 Smoke Palmetto, sing like Peno
 Carry the Heathrows, scared of police though
 They tried to kill O. in prison yo!
 Had me turned out, drunk is all about
 I got this money pourin' out the stout
 I'm a loud mouth, drunk party is out
 Play this music on every route
 Follow Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut
 Catch bitches like trout, get drunk, won't stop
 I'm gettin' this money, called gettin' honey
 Streets of Brooklyn and ain't a damn thing funny
 Have a day sunny, bitches put me in ya tummy
 I'm the nigga on the cross burnin' about 20
 Go me a bunny lookin' good and funny
 All you niggas, is straight crash dummies
 I was checkin' out my melody before The Blueprint
 Felony, a nuisance, huggin' me and my two cents
 Don't double the six takes, never did a mixtape
 But rather a chick take but waste any weather we get cake
 I let rats have it, fuck these rap faggots!
 Everybody want the kid dead like Pat Garrett
 I'm a goon, speak with a mellow tone
 Rock yellow stones, gun longer than a broom!
 Cuz felon on the ride is long due and soon
 Out again like boom, government comin' soon
 Anything less is uncivilized like it tastes mad
 I'm a shoot a youth's Sajak, cooler than a mayback
 Arubu known to collect, twistin' up that haze black
 And Backwood on that, hoodrat, I stay strapped
 P.P., don't carry that weight
 Nigga redhead, fuck with chicks if their head straight
 Yeah you know what time it is
 It's that new shit
 Dirt McGirt, Neptunes