Overground Crew - Stop, Drop, Roll lyrics

Stop, Drop, Roll i got that fire
We the suppliers and then we gotta go
To another show go get this dough
What they say on our side
That's right fo' sho

I get it for the low livin' life in slow mo
Call me Chevy Nintendo cause it be that '64
Rip the show get the dough
Smash out on them low pros
Ya'll know how this shit goes
Hotboxin' and dodgin' hoes
Ain't nobody got time for that
When I'm 'bout to hit the
Crib with my Thundercat
Ya'll ain't fuckin' wit that
So ya'll ain't messin' wit this
Lookin' like that time by the Gucci
On my wrist that I
Attack this mother fuckin' microphone
With no mercy drop the top on that Jacky
Joint until they curtsy
It had to be Cas D and Gat to bring it back
With that show enough Kung Fu rap
Last Dragon keep it crackin' cause
I been here before
Flippin' modes like the squad
Sayin' gimmy some more
So ya'll can say fo sho cas D spit crack
Rainin' heavy on the club
Without spendin' a rack because I

Stop, Drop, Roll i got that fire
We the suppliers and then we gotta go
To another show go get this dough
What they say on our side
That's right fo' sho

Grade A, ye top a the shelf
Reduce bitches to a notch on my belt
So smooth doors open themselves
Gotcha wonderin' where the kid
Is gettin' his wealth well
I keep that on the low like e'rything else
No destination known
So we roam hotel to hotel
No coat tails are needed when you blow L's
I'm needed on these beats like
Regis on the screen god damn
Keep servin' up emcees with this heat
Till they lyrically deceased
When Gat$bys unleashed
It's straight murda in the first
I'm not tired in the least
Sittin' back gettin' high on the beach
That's how it's done
How you do in the city by the sea?
Me, I stay cool as the breeze
With the crew on the scene
Not a care in the world, but
These girls on my D, son
So live it up, there's no re-runs


Check it livin' legends so lucky I am
I gotta slug for ya mug with this masta plan
So right here I stand long hair don't care
Body slammin' tracks proper like
My name Rick Flair with that

Tank top wearin' not givin' a fuck
Tearin' up mics leavin' 'em
Too hot ta touch rippin' up ya style
Like an old two dolla dutch

In the clutch I'm scorin'
Auto make foreign
747 on the beat I'm soarin'
Soar when you see two cats from the beach
Spittin' lines so rare you just can't reach
So when I teach you listen
Ta all my lyrical pimpin' stop, Drop, Roll
I got that fire we the suppliers
And then we gotta go to another show
Go get this dough what they say on our side
That's right fo' sho