Popeye's Certified

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