BOPPIN'
Bopping, bopping, bop bop bopping
Bopping, bopping, bop bop bopping
Six Three One we bop bop bopping
Six Three One got you bop bop bopping
KMC I keep the crowd rocking
I keep the heads bopping
I keep the feet stomping
Energy always high never dropping
I keep the ladies locked in
A trance dancing shakin ass
Got the men slobbering
All because I came in clobbering
Neighborhood Reign bitch ain't no stoppin it
Kush Master Yoda I fill the room with smoke
Mic, stages, bongs and Ls I ain't no joke
I dust off losses I take another toke
Name speaks for itself
But just in case you didn't know
KMC stoned cold on the microphone
Stoned and cold with my Terry fold exposed
I could be booling in my bath robe
Or cooking in my lab coat
Either or I'm the most dope
RIP Mac Miller nobody is iller
And you clowns can't come close
Richie Rich little prep pussy assholes
I'm the rickest Rick bitch get woke
Sick ass wizard with the invisibility cloak
Burn you bitches like toast
Hear Myrtle moaning but in this life she ain't a ghost
In this life I'm just so close to the status of goat
Even if I'm not even a note
No one can compare to these lines that I've wrote
Neighborhood got your head boppin
And we fuck up the show
Kush God unstoppable it's the Master yo
631 we bop your head
Off boom bap, hip hop, rap beats
Sweep tracks clean
Get back fiends
Not thinking straight
Till I'm bopping my head
Screaming out Yoda Micken
Keep it kicking, so I can
Make these heads bop
Like a mother fucker
Fill ya up with thrills, chills
Makes me wanna notice
Get so high I'm floating
Neighborhood is goated
Yoda cuts up the vision
With precision sliced and diced
Just tryna go the distance
East coast flows
From your boy you know
Out here Boppin your head
Cause Micken rocks the show
We're the fucking Six Three One Goats
Bopping, bopping, bop bop bopping
Bopping, bopping, bop bop bopping
Six Three One we bop bop bopping
Six Three One got you bop bop bopping
Take a seat and relax
The neighborhood on the come up
Ain't no coming back
Burning up the ganja
Til I got panic attacks
Now I'm boppin off the wall
You could call me Michael Jack
Son I'm just hit you with another one
DJ Khaled but the key is in the fun
Like the proof is in the pudding
Bill Cosby on the mic
You keep sleeping on me
Keep sleeping on me
Bopping, bopping, bop bop bopping
Six Three One we bop bop bopping
Six Three One got you bop bop bopping
KMC I keep the crowd rocking
I keep the heads bopping
I keep the feet stomping
Energy always high never dropping
I keep the ladies locked in
A trance dancing shakin ass
Got the men slobbering
All because I came in clobbering
Neighborhood Reign bitch ain't no stoppin it
Kush Master Yoda I fill the room with smoke
Mic, stages, bongs and Ls I ain't no joke
I dust off losses I take another toke
Name speaks for itself
But just in case you didn't know
KMC stoned cold on the microphone
Stoned and cold with my Terry fold exposed
I could be booling in my bath robe
Or cooking in my lab coat
Either or I'm the most dope
RIP Mac Miller nobody is iller
And you clowns can't come close
Richie Rich little prep pussy assholes
I'm the rickest Rick bitch get woke
Sick ass wizard with the invisibility cloak
Burn you bitches like toast
Hear Myrtle moaning but in this life she ain't a ghost
In this life I'm just so close to the status of goat
Even if I'm not even a note
No one can compare to these lines that I've wrote
Neighborhood got your head boppin
And we fuck up the show
Kush God unstoppable it's the Master yo
631 we bop your head
Off boom bap, hip hop, rap beats
Sweep tracks clean
Get back fiends
Not thinking straight
Till I'm bopping my head
Screaming out Yoda Micken
Keep it kicking, so I can
Make these heads bop
Like a mother fucker
Fill ya up with thrills, chills
Makes me wanna notice
Get so high I'm floating
Neighborhood is goated
Yoda cuts up the vision
With precision sliced and diced
Just tryna go the distance
East coast flows
From your boy you know
Out here Boppin your head
Cause Micken rocks the show
We're the fucking Six Three One Goats
Bopping, bopping, bop bop bopping
Bopping, bopping, bop bop bopping
Six Three One we bop bop bopping
Six Three One got you bop bop bopping
Take a seat and relax
The neighborhood on the come up
Ain't no coming back
Burning up the ganja
Til I got panic attacks
Now I'm boppin off the wall
You could call me Michael Jack
Son I'm just hit you with another one
DJ Khaled but the key is in the fun
Like the proof is in the pudding
Bill Cosby on the mic
You keep sleeping on me
Keep sleeping on me
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Writer(s): Mickey Gold
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