Popcorn Lyrics - Singles - Down With Webster

Let's go 

I'm the man but I don't need an anchor 

You wanna get fly meet me at the hanger 

You wanna pop, pop champagne 

Boy met the world but I got Topanga 

I beat it up like danga, danga, danga 

So slick on the track, Paul Anka 

What you sour for, you got a canker? 

Don't hate I don't need that anger 

Put in the air like partridges 

Get blown like Nintendo cartridges 

And we smoke the whole thing, no portioning 

'Cause we came up from orphans to fortunate 

Now we're back in your face like cortisone 

Buck's blunt the size of a cordless phone 

The beat keep's knocking but no one's home 

We blow up the stage then tour the show 

Mmm, I bet you like that, huh 

Feet up on your chair, you like that, uh 

Weed in the air, you like that, uh 

Don't stare; we don't like that, nah 

Hmm, I bet you like that, huh 

Feet up on your chair, you like that, uh 

Weed in the air, you like that, uh 

Don't stare; we don't like that, nah 

No, ha ha, it's just crazy 

It's like, it's like rum and coke for my ears 

Bellemont style, just smooth 

Hi Facebook, ha ha 

Take that