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Big Tymers - Drop It Like It's Hot lyrics
Baby] 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 its all good (all good) Its all gravey dog watchin they dogs come out [Baby] Thugged out, when i met the president Reeboks and Girbuads, when he came into my residents Vest up cuz i aint trust the hoes who we fuckin wit Three years in 86 and the mayor supportin mah shit Wasnt pickin no cotton for no redneck, Bitch! And i wouldnt 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 cuase we comin with that raw shit That brown layed down shit Stack your cheese wit a tape thats fire slick And bees like butter fresh got 'em runnin to the store quick And it cost half a ki to see my in the club slick And sure 'nuff i dont wanna see no blood slick And it cost a whole ki to see me in the stadium, Bitch! And ill put that on the bezzle if you dont belive that shit [Juvenile] I aint 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 cant wait to bust So all you niggaz 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 aint got nuthin to do? Im ballin now, i dont 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 Dont answer the phone , cuase they got us under survalliance Look in the real b , You dont know them people tralin? [Chorus] Drop, Drop, Drop it like its hot Watch out ,watch out drop it like its hot Whoa, whoa drop it like its hot Watch out ,watch out drop it like its hot [M. Fresh] 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 cant 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 [Chorus] [Cadillac] 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 niggaz 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 aint got shit for the doubt Till im finished with the life, asked slim its a mougt [Baby] How you luv that?, Bitch! [Chorus |
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