"Thug Pop" lyrics - DAVID LEE ROTH

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.

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]

[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.
Perhaps you know my name...
Perhaps you know my name...
I'm called: Thug Pop.