Poppin
Chris Brown Feat. Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana Lyrics
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No Ceilings, No Ceilings
No
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, nigga
I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga
And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama, nigga
'Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't all in, nigga
Now you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga
She tryna put this money in a stocking
She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers
My niggas really blood and you just spottin'
We all over the bread like a sloppy joe
And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off
My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art
Man I swear to God these pussies soft like a mark
Weezy, baby, diaper off, different cloth
Different thoughts, sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short
Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his cars, fuck
I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas
Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' 'bout McDonald's
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas
I'm standin' in a Maybach 'cause it's topless
I'm standin' at a table full of options
Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings
And we ain't got no traitors in our posse
And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy
And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome
My whole squad lit, nigga, arson
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't all in, nigga
If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party, nigga
Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley, nigga
I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, nigga
And me, I'm a lil 504, New Orleans, nigga
I be in 305, though like a Marlin, nigga
And Hoodie, he from Texas, bitches boppin', man
And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank
When we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank
Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything
Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings
Give it up to real niggas and expose lames
Cold game got me in the Mo sane
Killin' these streets, audio drug slang
If you don't collect Ferraris you ain't poppin', nigga
You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches
If it ain't OG I ain't coppin'
Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage
Them niggas ain't tough, they just talkin'
Outchea after dark, them niggas targets
Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters
Trill surround us, you might not make it out of
Phone calls in the morning say they found him
Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it
Rolled up on the front porch
At my grandma's house watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door
What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war?
I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, nigga
Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down
Our town, children be firin' live rounds
Hug the ground 'cause this shit gettin' serious
Fuck around, get killed unintentional
When I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods
Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce
I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth
Digital moves, triple the loot
Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe"
I thought it through, called back, told him, "Give me two"
That's what I do
If you ain't got no Daytons you ain't poppin' nigga
One time for my lowriders hoppin', nigga
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The lyrics of Chris Brown feat. Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana's "Poppin" are a typical representation of the hip hop genre, with the rappers talking about their lavish lifestyle, girls, money, guns, and drugs. The first paragraph talks about the rappers standing at a table full of choppers and sipping on Aunt Jemima, presumably a reference to drinking lean or codeine cough syrup. They warn against getting in a fight with them and boast about having skaters, which is a slang term for shooters or men with guns. The second paragraph is Lil Wayne's verse, where he talks about his sexual dominance and his ability to draw lines that no one should cross. He also mentions that he and his gang are hard, while others are soft. He talks about his luxurious lifestyle and how he's grinding to stack 100 commas, which is a reference to having $100,000.
In Juelz Santana's verse, he talks about how he's standing at a table full of choppers, Maybachs, and different options in terms of women. He mentions that his posse doesn't have any traitors, and he's wavy and saucy. He talks about how he's amazing and awesome, and his whole squad is lit, leading to arson. He mentions that if someone doesn't have skaters, they're not all in, and if they haven't been to Vegas, they haven't partied.
Overall, the song is a representation of the hip hop lifestyle and the things that come with it, such as drugs, guns, and sex. The lyrics are vulgar and explicit, as is typical of the genre.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, nigga
I'm surrounded by weapons
I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga
I'm drinking on syrup, like Aunt Jemima's maple syrup
'Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga
We're all crazy, like John Bobbitt with a severed penis
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you don't have a crew of skateboarders with you, you're not doing well
She tryna put this money in a stocking
She's trying to save up cash
And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off
I dominate females in bed
Weezy, baby, diaper off, different cloth
Lil Wayne is unique, like a baby without a diaper and wearing different clothes
Different thoughts, sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short
We have different ways of thinking and enjoy drinking syrup because life is short
And we ain't got no traitors in our posse
There are no disloyal people in our gang
If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party, nigga
If you haven't been to Las Vegas, you're not having a good time
Hoodie, he from Texas, bitches boppin', man
Hoodie is from Texas and attracting women
When we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank
When we leave Houston, we're in a fancy car with big windows
Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings
Attractive girls with cocaine habits and nose piercings
Cold game got me in the Mo sane
The harsh reality of life has driven me to madness
If you don't collect Ferraris you ain't poppin', nigga
If you don't have a collection of Ferraris, you're not doing well
Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage
We don't smoke weed, we discard it
Outchea after dark, them niggas targets
When we're out at night, we become targets for danger
Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters
I'm like a character in a horror movie, surrounded by dangerous individuals
Rolled up on the front porch, At my grandma's house watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door
I'm watching a violent movie at my grandmother's house and someone has arrived uninvited
Hug the ground 'cause this shit gettin' serious
I'm getting low to the ground because things are getting dangerous
When I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods
When I'm out and about getting food, I go to Whole Foods
I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth
I'm the one you turn to when you need a smooth criminal
Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe"
I called the car dealership and asked for a coupe
If you ain't got no Daytons you ain't poppin' nigga
If you don't have Dayton rims, you're not doing well
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Shante Scott Franklin
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@pestcontrol6780
Wayne's flow is absolutely impeccable
@tote9138
You right!! Also your Mick profile pic❤️🔥
@xavierserrano6544
Impeccable
@xavierserrano6544
2023
@monicapalmer1321
Then yes
@dariusbyas
I flooded new Orleans and I hope they kill Wayne people's again killed all his niggas they can get it fuck Wayne ass
@KingR1P
CHRIS! BREEZY I SEE YA DADDY! YEAH! Man Wayne in his prime hungry as hell was a sight to behold. I used to play this verse all the time
@chrisfrom9547
*Dirty lol
@slammed95ej1
it’s 2023 and i’m still playing this song like it just came out!!!
@demigoddess6266
We can get it poppin like a Mac 10! "Bdddddrrrrrat dat dat, on ya back back back, I sma sma smack dat! And im strapped with an automatic tongue and it goes BRRRRRDDDAAAAT DAT DAT DAT!" 🔥🔥🔥 never gets old! 2018 and I'm still here!