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Los Chalchaleros Con Alain Deb (Los Chalchaleros) · Hotel, Dulce Hotel (Joaquín Sabina) · Good to the Last Drop (God Street Wine) · Before the Next Tear Drop (John Holt) · A Drop of the Irish: Irish Songs and Ballads (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Clothes Drop [International Version] (Shaggy) · Hey Baby (Drop It to the Floor) (Pitbull) · Nine O'Clock Drop (Andrew Weatherall) · Drop Everything (Lady Pank) · Drop Down and Get Me [Bonus Tracks] (Del Shannon) – and 90 other albums »


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DEB: Oh, my nigga, I ????? to do the shit by myself!
JT: Shit, do what, what you bout to do, man?
DEB: Tell these people bout this muthafuckin
Down by the side of the hotel all-nighter
Is your old grey door
Men gather round with the fear that a lawman
Will come to clean up the floor
Ones
the play by the look in their eyes
Don't ask me why, but I know that I'm right

It was nineteen-ninety-three
The land of opportunity
It was just my girl
shit, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright
You're cute
gets tired.
Then today's the day we drop down.
Give up my body in bed.
All for an empty hotel.
Wasting words on lowercases and capitals.

I
for a living
Just to earn my soul for a weekend show
Saturday morning I'll be down by the river
Getting whipped at the Copmanhurst rodeo
When
You're comin' tonight
To my hometown
I've been to yours many times before
And it's always been a thrill

You'll stay in a hotel
Or at friends
with my top down

Drop the top
Just drop the top

We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
Whatever you call it just drop the top
We call 'em rags,
thumping hella-hard with my top down

Drop the top
Just drop the top

We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
Whatever you call it just drop the top
We
got to work for a living
Just to earn my soul for the weekend show
Saturday morning I'll be down by the river
Getting whipped at the Copmanhurst
on nineteen-ninety-nine

Touched by the wheelz of steel
Now show me how you feel
Touched by the wheelz of steel
Now show me how you feel

Okay, like this, yeah yeah
hoes
I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo'
I got some 1965 pantyhose
Still in the plastic bag
more late night calls
Where tear drops fall
Tear drops fall

Standing by the monument just waiting for the rain
I'm just passing my time with you
They all got my head spinning round and round.
Planet of women, oh yeah.
The planet of women, oh yeah.
It's driving me insane.

They start by acting
hoes
I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo'
I got some 1965 pantyhose
Still in the plastic
constricted, on my soul that they call

[Chorus]
Touched by the wheelz of steel...
Now show me how you feel...
Touched by the wheelz of steel...
Now show
Yeah come on come on come on,
This is my family, this is my family
My family, this is my family
This is my family, my family

Lord help me make
Upon my return niggaz thought I was in jail 
Nah kids, I escaped from the world 

As we zone, on the cosmic type of funk 
(escapism y'all) 
We drop
of being all desires seen
Some get theirs nostril schemes
Old men chasing nothing over nineteen
The rush is good but not the right thing
Too long or too
motherfucker I'ma kick it
Niggas sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit
Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till them all drop
Make up your mind, go pop
is the name Dogg Pound's the game
If it ain't one thing it's a motherfucking nother
Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother
Whether standing
Got on my hoodie and my motherfucking Desert Eagle 
You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people 
Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise 
I
I'ma kick it
Niggas sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit
Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till them all drop
Make up your mind, go pop or slang
diver?, socializer, I've been rockin'
these motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen seventy-niner,
and by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire
I'm a kick it
Niggas sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit
Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop
Make up your mind, go pop or slang