Popeye's Certified Lyrics - Khan!! The Me Generation - Andre Nickatina

I'm Pina Colada dropped Impala 

Rubber band the big dollas 

Runnin things they will remain 

Rollin up the weed mayne 

Jumpin outta a Lexus Coupe 

M R G a kinda suit 

Excellently tailored up 

And don't forget the flavor, 

What? 

I'm super salty 

Pretty Tony at the barber shop 

Braggin how I'm blowin cop 

Listenin to Royal Rock 

Paper chasin 

Paper runnin 

Paper gunnin 

Paper getting 

Paper havin 

Paper catchin 

Don't forget that paper grab it 

I got it goin on 

Tell all them suckas go on home 

Back up in the Lexus Coupe 

Color man is two tone 

Bangin out the Nakamichi 

Get the yayo it's on to chi-chi 

Now we gotta deal with Frank a pig that don't fly straight 

I'm hot boilin water 

Cookin crack up at the Carter 

Man you think your freak is bad 

Man my freak is way harder 

I'm Popeye's certified a two piece meal and some small fries 

Man my hair is super laced I don't know about them bald guys 

They call me Ayatollah all up in your Motorola 

Whether it's a ring tone or a picture in your phone-a 

A lime in your Corona 

A glock on your corna 

I fire up in every club because I know the owner 

Dive just like a Navy Seal 

My homie got a burgundy Coup De Ville 

Girls be love takin Skittles 

But we know that's poppin pills 

I like to put it down like? 

Man boxin bettin on every round 

Man at the fight we be talkin loud 

I've been at this since Jaws was a goldfish 

I'm a go like everywhere 

Except maybe the electric chair 

Man you can smell my hair 

I'm fresh up out the shop 

I'm back in the Lex Coupe bumpin Royal Rock 

I'm like a new glock 

Man or a hoop shot 

So you can tell from the beginning that I'm trying to get you popped 

I like fo tres I do it four ways 

You might see me straight cursin out a meter maid 

Lookin like the Lion King 

Specially when I'm buying things 

Eatin on some onion rings 

Talkin shit in Burger King 

I like to side talk all up on the sidewalk 

All up in the shoe store and everything is getting bought 

I roll in greenery overlookin scenery 

She ask me what I'm thinking about 

And, yo, I said "My jewelry" 

She said "that's cool to me" 

I read her like a eulogy 

She said my party's hella crackin 

I said "that's how it's supposed to be" 

I'm a Jaguar in a foreign car 

Knockin on the Pearly gates 

Hittin on the marijuana 

Money all Americana 

I do it Das Boot watching tapes of Ronnie Moot? 

Back up in the Lexus Coupe 

Floatin like a parachute 

It's my philosophy man of the entity 

It's like I'm Kenny Parker runnin round with B. D. P. 

Yo homie it's after eight 

We goin down to the Lions Gate 

That's the restaurant with the free Henn when you buy a steak 

I'm like an earthquake 

Shakin up the foundation 

Figured out the combination 

To your iphone application 

I got the recipe the menu is the rest of me 

My car does match my Jordan's and some say that was fresh of me 

I'm like The Loch Ness sittin up in a dropped 'Vette 

Hangin like a chain that you might see up on 'Pacs neck 

I'm like the last poem 

Tell them suckas go on home 

How much yo is that cologne 

I got it goin on 

I'm like a new glock holdin down an old block 

And even though it's crack rock they protect it like it's Fort Knox 

We eattin pork chops with a real Muslim aura 

We hit Hawaii like it's Pearl Harbor 

Tora! Tora! 

I might say neyamora 

Or homie what's the score-a 

And you can ask for what you want but I got nothing for ya