Big Tymers, Juvenile, Chilli of Cash Money - Drop it Like it's Hot lyrics

Shhhhh, nigga drinkin don pie, and crystal
(Huh Bra?)
All that in the ass, fuckin these hoes
Ballin till we fallin
Drankin too much, but it's all good
(all good)
Its all gravey dog watchin they dogs come out

Thugged out, when I met the president
Reeboks and Girbuads
When he came into my residents
Vest up cuz I ain't trust the
Hoes who we fuckin wit
Three years in 86 and the
Mayor supportin mah shit
Wasn't pickin no cotton for no redneck
Bitch! And I wouldn't fuck foxy
With another nigga dick
Been slick doin this shit since 86
Scarred wit mah neck and my
Tattoes on mah wrist
And my motto is I'll fuck a bitch
Cash checks quick and I done payed
My dues to this rap shit
Competition catchin' the blues 'cause we
Comin' with that raw shit
That brown layed down shit
Stack your cheese wit a
Tape that's fire slick
And bees like butter fresh got 'em
Runnin' to the store quick
And it cost half a key to
See my in the club slick
And sure 'nuff I don't wanna
See no blood slick
And it cost a whole key to
See me in the stadium, bitch!
And ill put that on the bezzle
If you don't belive that shit

I ain't givin up shit
Everything I got I earned nuthin for free
Up in this world is what I learned
Backdown for what
I know them playas up in that cut
And they tapin us
My shot they can't wait to bust
So all you niggas slow down
You drawin more heat
I read it in the paper already
They say they gonna sweep
A brother doin 10-9
Im fuckin with you clownz
Nigga done take his charge
So mah people went down
Get some were you ain't got nuthin to do?
Im ballin now
I don't time to be fuckin witch you
Me and chilly ride hod
Ready to ball like a dog
Get full of that hen and
That dro' until we fall
Don't answer the phone
Cuase they got us under survalliance
Look in the real b
You don't know them people tralin?

Drop, Drop, Drop it like it's hot
Watch out, watch out drop it like it's hot
Whoa, whoa drop it like it's hot
Watch out, watch out drop it like it's hot

Who the only nigga you know
That'll hassle a bitch
Who the only nigga you know
That'll Harass a bitch
Fresh miggity, Big Dickity, do the liggity
Then you my baby boo, Fo shiggity
You done seen me, got the super weeny
Ridin with a bitch in the blue Lambourgini
Muggin while she between me
Eatin Hizucks, Beatin Dizucks
Suckin till she catch the Hizucks
When I shoot the rizzucks
I like 'em I love and I smash
I hit 'em qiuck in a mash
Till the kat K Robbin, weebon and Bobbin
Big lip Slobbin on the telephone poles (Whoa)
The pickle has no heart
In the middle of the dark
If u can't finish this shit
You shouldt have start
With a big-dick birdie man
23 year old dirty man
Pull of yer skirt and then grab your hand
And let you insert, Da Man

Baby im'a ctach my cut
From saratoga unravelin
Tryin to twist 'em with the shit
With brite gangsta unravelin
Runnin of on mah shit
Tryin to take what was mine
But im'a gip with mah shit from
6 figures to the last dime
Cieze my bank account and I
Still got my drug bout
If I was runnin with them niggas
Then i'd be crossed up
Im'a ball till I fall
What you think I was playin?
I like cars and broads
But im real with this rap thing
I still got mah buildins
Still gonna make a million
Im'a slang these rocks, from all the way up
They killin 'em take it how you want it
I ain't got shit for the doubt
Till im finished with the life
Asked slim it's a mougt

How you luv that?, Bitch!