Thug Pop Songtext
von David Lee Roth

[VERSE 1]
Hands out to your big ass,
Here′s 100 beans a minute where the back says.
Thug Pop. Thug Pop.
Checks in people with her pants in a bunch,
James Dean and Hermie Fox!

(DLR scream)

[CHORUS]
People try to blame me,
Poets try the same.
I'm tryin to hear from the mildew
to the barbeque on a hellbound train...
Longshot? That′s bitchin'
Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen.
Perhaps you know my name...

I'm called: Thug Pop. Thug Pop.


[VERSE 2]
When the resurrection comes,
there′ll be a two drink minimum.
Thug Pop. Thug Pop.
Are you ready for some freestyle?
Undress, stay awhile.

All right, let′s go to the back!

Woo!

[CHORUS]
People try to blame me,
Poets try the same.
I'm tryin to hear from the mildew
to the barbeque on a hellbound train...
Longshot? That′s bitchin'
Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen.
Perhaps you know my name...

(musical interlude)

(classic DLR screams)


[CHORUS]
People try to blame me,
Poets try the same.
I′m tryin to hear from the mildew
to the barbeque on a hellbound train...
Longshot? That's bitchin′
Served hot right from the rhythm kitchen.
Perhaps you know my name...

I'm called: Thug Pop.

Perhaps you know my name...

Perhaps you know my name...

I'm called: Thug Pop.