CANTANTE: 3rd Bass

TITULO:Pop Goes The Weasel

Verse one
Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel
I see the empty pocket needs a refill
I got a squad with a list of complainers
I should have started rape, rappers agianst phoney entertainers
So we can make it known that we won't get swade
It's 91 son, so somthin's gotta change
Gettin paid petal snearks and soda pop, pop pop goes the weasel
As drawls drop drop drop, 1 take them, non top pop head (?)
Dig the music and make the senseless ryhmes fit
It's the fact that ya can't be artistic
Intracat raps, comin so simplistic
Gotta strong mind and it doesn't have to be spoon fed
And i can read it so 'cuz it has to be read
So some stay illiterate and feeble, leagally let ya
Go the ways of the weasel, the weasel
Chorus
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel -- three times repeat

Pop goes the weasel, 'cuz the weasel goes pop / chorus
Verse two
Hip hop, got turned into hip hop
The second erect is number 1 on the pop charts
But don't get started on the guy that started
In the getto, don't let no one forget about the hard part
Now in 91 we got a new brand, and new band
Lookin like the same old clan, same old theives
That skeez, so we got to make sure that real rap got to indure
Watch all my points in the period
Appearin in complex structure like a pyramid
The paper for the media presents
Ya learn lesson from the face of false legend
Stop vexin, on school, ya ain't originate
On thin ice will break and set ya straight
Ate up on the plate, now who'd deisel, not the weasel
Not the weasel, pop goes the weasel
Chorus
Verse three
Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it
Ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it
Yo, i come from collie (sp?) and they hooped it, they hooped it
And now you're getting sued kinda stoopid
Boosted track, smack, ya got no haps to reach the 4
Corners of the map, to kids in kansas
To kids to speak spanish, doin crazy damage
So the wack get's banished
Ya can't manage the truth until the biway
Ya ain't quic so ya cut off the exit to my highway

To rest but a crook, had to take a second look
Ever heard of a cheif who can't cook?
But the minister prime can lay laws
Hey yo, pete nice, rip the mic and go or yours
I goes for mine, i goes for mine,
I find the prime won't eat the green eggs and swine
On line like the search, or the hoody with the woody
Get a disc or tape at sam goody
So ya run through the doors that are left open
Left the scene on the crime smokin
I got plenty up like a scud see
Blow up, like i'm blowin up a beef patty
See out, like the measel's no cure, 'cus pop goes the weasel
The weasel
Chorus