Joe Budden - Drop Drop lyrics

Uh, huh, yeah, uh huh, yeah, oh no
Louder, oh no louder, uh huh, uh huh

Drop, drop, my homies that ride
Chromies let it pop, pop at the bar
Buying them bottles, and them
Shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
If you're hot, hot, then come
Back to the spot, spot, and maybe we can
Bone, bone, know that we're chilling
Something shaking in her thong, thong
Gangster, gangster, paper, paper, long, long
And for my niggers' all over
Now you know we want to hit it
Hit it, don't stop, stop, get it, get it

Sick wit it, I keep paper around me
So I know that everybody got
The vapors around me see me in a big truck
Thin rubber, riding two way, and a broad
And, got ten others squatting because I
Know Cal broads act up, man
So your man, man, got to keep a
Back up plan, not a dance floor, nigga
I take them home, get them to
Drop they pants, and gross, nigga
Until the drip, drip, no you're not my
Wife, no you can't handle my kid, kid
I'm just trying to put in your rib
Rib through Cheetah
We're in the four door Beemer
Not like the two door
Like the kid only got a few
Divas', drive wit my knees, seat reclined
While she leaned over giving me
A piece of her mind, i be sizing them up
From their thighs and above
Holler at me if you want to come
And, ride wit a thug, yeah

Drop, drop, my homies that ride
Chromies let it pop, pop at the bar
Buying them bottles, and them
Shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
If you're hot, hot, then come
Back to the spot, spot, and maybe we can
Bone, bone, know that we're chilling
Something shaking in her thong, thong
Gangster, gangster, paper, paper, long, long
And for my niggas' all over
Now you know we want to hit it
Hit it, don't stop, stop, get it, get it

All my ladies if you riding
Then you know to skip the shotgun
And, bag the one driving, all my niggers'
If you're riding
Don't trip plenty cash if she stingy with ass

Your boy got a street chick
Rocks Chanelle, she focused, focused, man
Stay with a bag of fine and no elder rolling
She just one of my dames
Got to stay cool, everything I got is
Under her name, it's on top, top
And, I'm the same dude that
Came up from the block, block
I'm doing it, baby, I can't stop, stop
In my rear view
I'm getting tailed by the cops, cops
Clean but Kit got me looking
Like I'm hot, hot, I ain't
On the streets, streets, dog
Just trying 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
And that dime
You was hollering at, she's with me in the

Drop, drop, my homies that ride
Chromies let it pop, pop at the bar
Buying them bottles, and them
Shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
If you're hot, hot, then come
Back to the spot, spot, and maybe we can
Bone, bone, know that we're chilling
Something shaking in her thong, thong
Gangster, gangster, paper, paper, long, long
And for my niggers' all over
Now you know we want to hit it
Hit it, don't stop, stop, get it, get it

Chicks with nice bodies, whip be wide body
Backseat emtpy crips can ride shotty, we're
Going to ride, ride
See your boy getting a million
We ain't making it
Nathan had them missing a ceiling
And, could catch me spennding
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 giving you what you want now

Drop, drop, my homies that ride
Chromies let it pop, pop at the bar
Buying them bottles, and them
Shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
If you're hot, hot, then come
Back to the spot, spot, and maybe we can
Bone, bone, know that we're chilling
Something shaking in her thong, thong
Gangster, gangster, paper, paper, long, long
And for my niggers' all over
Now you know we want to hit it
Hit it, don't stop, stop, get it, get it