Bop Ya Head

Bop your head, bop your head, bop your head Turn it up Bop your head, bop your head, bop your head This is how we turn it up Yeah we about to turn it up, flame on burn it up Set the booth on fire like we lit the furnace Wow, can't deal with none of us How, soft as an woman's touch You know Dub, I keep things torching No I'm not from the Hill but I keep it scorching, hot Flames shooting out my pen, rock Harder than you ever did Like a chick burning feel it through it my fingertips Just stay fly how I stay on my shit Why, do you even try Lies, you just can't deny Starting on some other shit, with the old I'm finished Your favorite rapper disappeared, yeah they all missing Put them down in a river find them when you're fishing Groove to the rhythm be back within a minute Bop your head, bop your head, bop your head Turn it up Bop your head, bop your head, bop your head This is how we turn it up Now that I'm back, I'm on the attack Fitna blow it up with the bomb ass raps Get you out the way, around here you can't stay Smoke I release makes people suffocate Pick another day, please go the other way Please don't enter, nigga it's a one way Have your head worked like it's a Monday Feel me all in you Holy Ghost Sunday Yeah, put them in detention Get fried like a piece of burnt chicken Can't walk with me like you were limping I'm just fire call me burnt building Get cut like you're an rookie Drop change please don't push me You're a fag, some call it wussy Don't f*ck with me, call it burnt pussy Bop your head, bop your head, bop your head Turn it up Bop your head, bop your head, bop your head This is how we turn it up Call me illmatic, like my name Nas Ruff ride like I'm X, going so hard Grand Canyon with lyrics, I'm too far Better pray like mace, call on God I'm ready for the war, I'm coming too raw Bust it wide open like a glass jaw Dip and dab with music like a southpaw Changing everyday like I'm new laws Now, I'm changing my position You can get it how you live it Leading with ambition Spit it how I spit it, spitting out venom On another mission, so tell me why you're tripping Oh you're mad like bitter bitches Cough up your coin, nigga pay attention Ain't in it to be in it, in it just to win it A nigga still doing me, sit back and listen now Bop your head, bop your head, bop your head Turn it up Bop your head, bop your head, bop your head This is how we turn it up