O.P.P., how can I explain it?
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all all jumpin', shoutin', sayin' it
O is for other, P is for people, scratch your temple
The last P, well, that's not that simple, uh
It's sorta like well, another way to call a cat a kitten
It's five little letters that are missin' here
You get it on occasion if the other party isn't gaming
It seems I gotta start the explainin'
Bust it
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello
You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about
Then you call up and it's her girlfriend's or her cousin's house
It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T
It's just her boyfriend's at her house
(Oh, that's why she's scary)
It's O.P.P. time, other people's, but you get it
There's no room for relationship, there's just room to hit it
How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at?
Who thinks it's wrong 'cause I'm splittin' and co-hittin' that?
Well if you do, that's O.P.P and you're not down with it
But if you don't, here's your membership
