Listen to Crewz Pop song with lyrics from Da Youngsta's

Crewz Pop

Da Youngsta's20 Apr 1993

Crewz Pop Lyrics

Crews Pop - Da Youngsta's

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Come on

 

Come on

 

Peep the weak

Greet the beast with cheap sticks

And feet sweeps

I hated gas but I freak

'Cause I got beef with white sheets

I'm leaving school styles lumpy

Plus I won't break the humpty dumpty

But I keep the hoochie coochies coming

I hear a honeycomb hideout

Slide's out

So honies you can come

Where all the hair hides out

I pray for the chump that

Bumps me or plays me like a punk

So jump jump if you want me

It's another number one Da funky Youngstas

 

It's another number one Da funky Youngstas

It's another number one Da funky Youngstas

'Cause we go flip flap flip flap fast or slow

In front me jump me like that

Ain't funky was for a fact

Pick the stick

I'm the camel with four backs

But you can't break the back

It's a strong cow

Plus I bet you didn't know that yo

We drinking milk now

Walk the walk talk the talk

Chalk I stalk

Like a hawk when I break your whole walk

When your foot gets caught

'Cause we ain't rip the bull shot

Hit you with the full shot

Booyakas heard when we pull props

Who's hot bring what's hip hop I say

Ain't no flowing ho hooray

'Cause we can get done

Here's another from Da Youngstas

The mother number funky substance

Straight from illy Philly funkstas

Crewz pop it's the hip hop pop pop

Crewz pop it's the hip hop pop pop

Crewz pop it's the hip hop pop pop

Crewz pop it's the hip hop

On a deal with it

Only if you want the rough

The whole funk

The stuff with the trunk

If you can't freak the funky front

But don't fake the moves

Shake the moves

'Cause if ain't paid your dues

Then my neighbor crew'll spray your crew

 

And I ain't even saving you

I be a part of the slaughter

That makes it harder for your squad to move

 

Now what the hell you trying to prove

You bore me till my styles'll

Have your D J dancing for me

Glory halleluah

My style'll do ya

And we run through ya like we ain't knew ya

Da Youngsta will pump ya

Funkin dump in your dreads

The styles of lead from the headhunter

8 12 and 20 bars

I'm fully on the money pile

Mic styles charge 'cause I pull their card

And we can kick the flow for the young bros

The short bros home bros

That's looking for the old gold

A lotta rhymes I never mind

That was kind

It was cool but now they sound fool

So I say never mind

You'll always stay a style behind my rhyme

And you're getting dropped

When the crewz pops to the hip hop

Crewz pop it's the hip hop pop pop

Crewz pop it's the hip hop pop pop

Crewz pop it's the hip hop pop pop

Crewz pop it's the hip hop pop pop

Crewz pop it's the hip hop pop pop

Crewz pop it's the hip hop pop pop

Crewz pop it's the hip hop pop pop

Crewz pop it's the hip hop

Come on

 

Come on

 

Come on

 

Come on

 

Come on

 

Come on

 

Come on

 

Come on

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***