歌手:Joey Valence & Brae
专辑:《Tanaka 2》

作词 : Joey Valence & Brae/Joseph Bertolino/Braedan Lugue/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
作曲 : Joseph Bertolino/Braedan Lugue/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop—
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop—
Run it, run it
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop—
Run it, run it

Young boy, hop out, yes, I'm a knockout
I bring fire when I Pop-Tart pop out
Born from a volcano, I drain gang like a sick drain-Draino
Uncanny, I'm goin' hammy
Hit a hundred note streak at the whammy
Bar, I rap tight like a Trojan, that woman is a bad omen
I like it dangerous, dangerous
You can not hang with us, Godzilla put the flame in us
There is no savin' us, there is no changin' us
I'm an alien from another planet
Super-powered, bet you can't stand it
I spit flamе, Waka Flocka
Create a monster, shoutout Tanaka

Hit thе pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop—

Goddamn, walk up and they know who I am
Got Ram, that means that I keep the gang runnin'
A hundred-thousand in jewelry, I'm stunnin'
And stuntin' like Evil Kenievel
My life is a movie, mother**** a Regal
I'm bombin' atomically, nothin' you do astonishly
Honestly, I'm not tryna be anybody but me
And they wanna body me, what's the camaraderie?
I want my brothers to win, but they want the bread
I'm hopin' they can ride a garderie
That ought to be all that I need, I'm hard to see
I close the studio door, then open up every part of me
**** my generation, dead 'em all, assassination
Life is balanced, time to make some room for Brae
And Joey Valance, where the talent?
Bars and beats, they got me wylin'
I'm tryna shed a little light on artists that deserve it
Over this hip beat, that's perfect
And Logic with the mic', you know I'm always finna murk this
Yeah, yeah, listen up

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop—

Boom bada, pop rocker, shock collar
Hypnotize, like my name Big Poppa
Non-stop-a, baby holla
Put your chin up when you talk, I'm taller
I'm a lover, no fighter, kisser, no biter
Lit like a lighter, this fire gettin' brighter
Call a firefighter, my fist gettin' tighter
Right hook to your jaw, copyright biter
Non-stop, Denzel, heavyweight, Rocky, barbell
Oh, you slick? I'm John Wick Rambo how I swing the sticks
Fav' flavour is vanilla, late night flight to Manila
In a jet flying over Godzilla
I'm the iller killer, beat on my chest, like gorilla

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock
Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock