Lyrical Breakdown of Poppin' My Collar (Explicit Cracktracks Remix) (Feat. Project Pat & DMX) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Now every since I could remember I been poppin' my collar Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar Every since I could remember I been working these hoes And they better put my money in my hand I know you sicker than sick-ahh When you see the rims flick-ahh Paint drip off Ice in my Range glitt-ahh I straight flippa The cheese like pancake Foldin' my cheese like the leaves In my hand bricka? Project Pat-ter Attracted to dime pieces I'm dirty southern French braids, gold teeth I'm out here makin' sense Plus, I'm out here makin' dollars I keep a bad broad, though And a popped collar Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery A lot of dudes swear they play, man they some fackery Let me catch a girl up out some work in my site And believe I'm gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight I'm tryin to get paid however money is made A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid But me, I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with Big Triece Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin' weed Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain't came yet Thats why I stay in a girl ear, to keep that pussy wet So I could get paid and relax in the shade And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slavin It's never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up She's just another ho that I met in the hood I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good She might as well go on head and suck on my wood And let me whisper something in her ear if I could I got some hoes out there bringin ya boy back some good That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood Ain't havin to shout at no motherfuckin slut You know I'm actin bitch make cut a fuckin rug You better get out there and get my money in the woods I'mma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what These hoes out here be fucking for a muthafucking dub, FREAK BITCH!