Thug pop

Hands out to your big ass

Here's a hundred beats a minute with the back sass

Thug Pop, Thug Pop

Checks in people with her pants in a bunch

James Dean and Hermie Fox

Ow, people try to blame me

Poets try the same

I'm tryin to hear from the mildew

To the barbeque on a hellbound train

Longshot? That's bitchin'

Served hot

Right from the rhythm kitchen

Perhaps you know my name

I'm called Thug Pop

Thug Pop

When the resurrection comes

There'll be a two drink minimum, wooh

Thug Pop, Thug Pop

Are you ready for some freestyle?

Undress, stay awhile

All right, let's go to the back

Woo

People try to blame me

Poets try the same

I'm tryin to hear from the mildew

to the barbeque on a hellbound train...

Longshot? That's bitchin'

Served hot

Tight from the rhythm kitchen.

Perhaps you know my name...

Wow

Oh, oh

People try to blame me

Poets try the same

I'm tryin to hear from the mildew

To the barbeque on a hellbound train

Longshot? That's bitchin'

Served hot

Right from the rhythm kitchen

Perhaps you know my name

I'm called Thug Pop

Perhaps you know my name

Perhaps you know my name

I'm called Thug Pop