Unabled to be categorized duece poppi is an artistic force to be reckoned w… Read Full Bio ↴Unabled to be categorized duece poppi is an artistic force to be reckoned with. He seamlessly melds rock, rap, funk, and Psychedelica into powerhouse mainstream singles. As a ghostwriter he has charted over 10 hit records and as a solo artist he is poised for a breakthrough year with the new single "My white Friends and full length album "Animal House". He is a breath of fresh air in the cookie cutter world of hip hop and one of Slip N Slide Records most eclectic and creative stars..........Born in Atlanta and raised in Miami, Duece Poppi emerged from the city’s violent ghettos with a lyrical gift for storytelling on Miami’s hard-hitting, bass-thumping tracks. After working his way into Trick Daddy’s crew, Duece finally snagged an opportunity to work with his idol—by hustle, of course. The agile 19-year-old bribed the sound engineer in an effort to get on a song Trick Daddy recorded earlier that day. After overhearing Duece spit, Trick was impressed with Duece’s style and wordplay. He quickly put Duece to work at Slip N Slide Records and the rest, as they say, is history. Deuce promptly found himself co-writing the smash hit, “Shut Up” where the opportunity to write on a hit record with an idol is one that most protégées wait their entire careers for. Since then, Duece has been incessantly writing hooks and songs while producing music for his Afro-Punk-fusion group, The Needles (featured on his music label, Rebel Music). Even with penning hooks for various megastars while producing buzzworthy remixes, Duece Poppi doesn’t miss a beat with releasing his first single, “My White Friends,” off his debut LP tentatively titled Animal House

Let's Go
Duece Poppi Lyrics

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Yeah (Yeah!)
There's a lotta fuck niggas in the club tonight,
(fuck em, fuck em, fuck em)
But its gonna be alright, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga.
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon

[Chorus]

Lets go! (Lets go!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know),
I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, lets go! (lets go!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know),
I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, lets go! (lets go!)

If you want some, come get some,
Cause where I'm from we tote big guns,
And everybody know somebody that
Know somebody that know somethin' bout it,
And I want answers now who, what, where,
When and why,
See, a lotta dudes like to act a fool
And all get all loud but that ain't my style,
And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do,
Run up on me if he want to,
Out there impressin' his homies,
But he stood up in front of his mama,
I mop up the flo' wit em,
And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em,
I got fools that'll go get em,
That's for him, his crew and the dudes that run wit em.

[Chorus]

Gotta spit for the murderas and the
Killas and the thugstas,
That be fuckin' up the ballas and
The dealas and the hustlas,
Got me comin' at you bokas in the
V.I. while they bumpin' Lil' Jon I'm a brush ya,
Its the psycho nigga twista from
Chicago rollin' with the Miami nigga that'll crush ya,
We already been lookin' for drama
If a nigga try to get it to then we still gotta get em,
Feelin' fury from my tough shit that cant never be true
And the penicillin
I'm telling you Trick of in and still em
Got me swingin' Crysie and Hennessy bottles,
In the club with my thug homies goin' for the skrilla,
Don't get it twisted with that
Overnight celebrity you better be scared
Of me in my city I'm a killa.

[Chorus]

I ain't that rappin' type alright,
And I that actin' type alright,
This sulphane in my script,
I'm a play on you and you just a square,
See, once that Hennessy into
Me the whole industry is my enemy,
If you ain't no ten to me or friend to me,
Bitch don't pretend to be,
I'm strictly for the thugs,
I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood,
That moments ghetto (ghetto),
Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats,
I'm straight out the county of Dade,
Played on fire nigga M-I-A,
Never gone south of the border,
Americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered.

[Chorus: x2]

The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire

The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire

Overall Meaning

The opening lines in Duece Poppi's song "Let's Go" sets a confrontational tone, declaring that there are many undesirable characters in the club tonight. However, the singer's immediate follow-up is that it's okay because his clique doesn't care about them. Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, and Lil Jon are also named, hinting at who they are.

The chorus of the song is an escalating call to action. The singer tells listeners to make it known if they want something. He then declares that he is ready to attack and wants to know who, what, where, when, and why. Rather than bullying or grandstanding, the singer insists that whoever wants to go to war should go ahead and do so. The second verse follows a similar pattern with Twista and Trick Daddy taking turns lyrically. The chorus repeats, artfully driving home the message.

The verse that follows features Duece Poppi solo, introducing a lyrical twist. While the singer insists that he isn't the rapping or acting type, he notes that when he's had too much Hennessy, he turns on the industry itself. He has no use for individuals outside his tight circle of friends and threatens those who would refuse to respect the gang's rules. In the end, the song concludes with a chant of a few gun names, highlighting the underlying menace that was present in the song from the beginning.

Line by Line Meaning

Yeah (Yeah!)
The singer is excited and agrees with what they are about to say.

There's a lotta fuck niggas in the club tonight, (fuck em, fuck em, fuck em)
There are many obnoxious individuals present in the club that the singer dislikes and wants to ignore.

But its gonna be alright, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Despite the presence of said individuals, the singer believes that everything will be okay.

Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga. Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon
The artist's group is not bothered by the aforementioned individuals, and they list some members of their group.

If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know),
The artist is open to confrontation and is challenging anyone who wants to start trouble.

I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, lets go! (lets go!)
The singer is ready and willing to fight.

If you want some, come get some,
The singer is asking for trouble and challenging anyone to confront them.

Cause where I'm from we tote big guns,
The artist is from a place where carrying firearms is common and accepted.

And everybody know somebody that Know somebody that know somethin' bout it,
The reputation of this place and its inhabitants is well-known.

See, a lotta dudes like to act a fool And all get all loud but that ain't my style,
The artist dislikes those who are aggressive and noisy, but they are not like that themselves.

And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do, Run up on me if he want to,
The singer is unafraid of anyone who wants to confront them and challenge them.

Out there impressin' his homies, But he stood up in front of his mama,
The behavior of some people might be motivated by impressing their friends or loved ones.

I mop up the flo' wit em, And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em,
If confronted, the singer is willing to fight and will use a firearm to defend themselves.

I'm telling you Trick of in and still em
The singer is highlighting Trick Daddy's ability to intimidate and overpower their enemies.

I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood That moments ghetto (ghetto),
The singer is proud of their origins and their connection to the streets and the rougher areas of their city.

The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire
The artist is referencing two types of firearms that can be used in a fight.

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.
Written by: CARL TERRELL MITCHELL, ROBERT JOHN DAISLEY, JOHN OSBOURNE, RANDY RHOADS, MAURICE YOUNG, DERRICK A. BAKER, JAMES GREGORY SCHEFFER, MAURICE DWIGHT MARSHALL, CHARLES C. YOUNG, JONATHAN H. SMITH

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