I Pop by Trick Daddy Lyrics
If I pop, and I snap
If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped
So, don't move, bitch, don't breathe
You look better down on your knees
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
You know the boy ain't got no mannas
With them hands on yo daddy, and slap yo mammy
Shut up
I'm talking. (Damn it)
All rise with a walk in. (Damn it)
Your honorable King Ding-a-Ling
Bitch, say my name
I'm King Ding-a-Ling
Courts back in session
Release the hoes
Bitch, back to the scrolls
You know daddy got a plan for you
And daddy got a prize in his pants for you
Champion, well, if we come together..
We should come as one
If I pop, and I snap
If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped
So, don't move, bitch, don't breathe
You look better down on your knees
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
She's like he's so manish
Yo, but she's so wit it
Cause she ain't wearin' no panties
I'm like here, kitty kitty
What it do lil' mamma
Yo, is them real titties
Yo, and it was like Mardi Gras
Cause she downed a drink
And she pulled out her left titty out
Yea, bitch. That's what I'm talkin' bout
Gettin' loose, go head wild out
And, all I saw was ass n' titties
VIP full of naked bitches
Compliments of a nasty nigga
Who else but me, King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
Good evening: Ladies, Gentlemen, Pimps and Whores, and the rest of you animals
Dont'cha know that sex sells
That's why my hundred dollar bills smell like pubic hairs
She work hard for the money
Accused of being a whore, but just an entrepreneur
An of course she's self-employed
Learned that cause her momma was a whore before
Game face cause ain't shit funny
Daddy like, "Bitch, better have my money!"
Now, that's my kind of whore
Go to sleep, and have dreams about King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
If I pop, and I snap
If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped
So, don't move, bitch, don't breathe
You look better down on your knees
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped
So, don't move, bitch, don't breathe
You look better down on your knees
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
You know the boy ain't got no mannas
With them hands on yo daddy, and slap yo mammy
Shut up
I'm talking. (Damn it)
All rise with a walk in. (Damn it)
Your honorable King Ding-a-Ling
Bitch, say my name
I'm King Ding-a-Ling
Courts back in session
Release the hoes
Bitch, back to the scrolls
You know daddy got a plan for you
And daddy got a prize in his pants for you
Champion, well, if we come together..
We should come as one
If I pop, and I snap
If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped
So, don't move, bitch, don't breathe
You look better down on your knees
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
She's like he's so manish
Yo, but she's so wit it
Cause she ain't wearin' no panties
I'm like here, kitty kitty
What it do lil' mamma
Yo, is them real titties
Yo, and it was like Mardi Gras
Cause she downed a drink
And she pulled out her left titty out
Yea, bitch. That's what I'm talkin' bout
Gettin' loose, go head wild out
And, all I saw was ass n' titties
VIP full of naked bitches
Compliments of a nasty nigga
Who else but me, King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
Good evening: Ladies, Gentlemen, Pimps and Whores, and the rest of you animals
Dont'cha know that sex sells
That's why my hundred dollar bills smell like pubic hairs
She work hard for the money
Accused of being a whore, but just an entrepreneur
An of course she's self-employed
Learned that cause her momma was a whore before
Game face cause ain't shit funny
Daddy like, "Bitch, better have my money!"
Now, that's my kind of whore
Go to sleep, and have dreams about King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
If I pop, and I snap
If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped
So, don't move, bitch, don't breathe
You look better down on your knees
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling