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Drop Drop Lyrics

"Drop Drop" was written by Budden, Joseph Anthony / Kuleszynski, Joseph E..
"Drop Drop" was written by Budden, Joseph Anthony / Kuleszynski, Joseph E..

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Yeah, yeah
Oh, no, louder, oh, no, louder, oh, no

Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies
Let it pop, pop, at the bar, Budden, them bottles
An' them shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
If you hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot
An' maybe we can bone, bone

Know that we chillin', she somethin' shakin'
In her thong, thong, gangsta, gangsta
Paper, paper, long, long an' for my riders all over
Now you know we wanna hit it, hit it
Don't stop, get it, get it

Sick wit it, I keep paper around me
So I know this, everybody got the vapors around me
See me in a big truck, thin rubber ridin'
2 way an' a broad an' got 10 others squattin'

'Cause I know Cal broads act up, man
So 'cha man, man, gotta keep a back up plan
Not a dance floor nucka
I'm take 'em home, get 'em to drop they pants
An' gross, nucka, 'til the drip, drip

No, you not my wife, no, you no handle my kid, kid
I'm just tryin' to put in your rib, rib
Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem
Not like the two seater, like the kid only got a few divas

Drive wit my knees, seats recline
While she leaned over givin' me a piece of her mind
I be sizin' 'em up from they thighs an' above
Holla at me if you wanna come an' ride wit a thug, yeah

Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies
Let it pop, pop, at the bar, Budden, them bottles
An' them shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
If you hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot
An' maybe we can bone, bone

Know that we chillin', she somethin' shakin'
In her thong, thong, gangsta, gangsta
Paper, paper, long, long an' for my riders all over
Now you know we wanna hit it, hit it
Don't stop, get it, get it

All my ladies, if you ridin'
Then you know to skip the shotgun an' bag the one drivin'
All my nuckas, if you ridin'
Don't trip, plenty cash, if she stingy wit ass

Yo' boy got a street chick, rocks, Channel, she focused
Stay wit a bag of fine an' no elder rollin'
She just one of my dames, gotta stay cool
With everything I got is under her name, it's on

Top, top an' I'm the same dude, came up from the block, block
I'm doing it, baby, I can't stop, stop
In my rear view, I'm gettin' tailed by the cops, cops
Clean but kit got me lookin' like I'm hot, hot

I ain't on the streets, streets, dog just tryin' to eat, eat
So fall back, jerk, cop, I ain't beat, beat
Can't miss me, I'm the guy in the V Tweezy
An' that dime you was hollerin' at, she's wit me in the

Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies
Let it pop, pop, at the bar, Budden, them bottles
An' them shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
If you hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot
An' maybe we can bone, bone

Know that we chillin', she somethin' shakin'
In her thong, thong, gangsta, gangsta
Paper, paper, long, long an' for my riders all over
Now you know we wanna hit it, hit it
Don't stop, get it, get it

Chicks wit nice bodies, whips be wide body
Backseat empty, clips can ride, shorty, we gon' ride, ride
See yo' boy gettin' a million
We ain't merkin' it, Nathan had they missin' a ceiling

An' could catch me spendin' time at the bar
You like your water frozen, dog, I like mine in a jar
We get it crunk, crunk
Y'all hear the system out in the trunk, trunk
Thump, thump, Budden be givin' you what you want now

Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies
Let it pop, pop, at the bar, Budden, them bottles
An' them shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
If you hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot
An' maybe we can bone, bone

Know that we chillin', she somethin' shakin'
In her thong, thong, gangsta, gangsta
Paper, paper, long, long an' for my riders all over
Now you know we wanna hit it, hit it
Don't stop, get it, get it

Songwriters
BUDDEN, JOSEPH ANTHONY / KULESZYNSKI, JOSEPH E.

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