Thug Pop - David Lee Roth, Ray Luzier, Brian Young

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)

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!

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)

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.