Lyrics:
drop-top
Chillin' on the scene
Smokin' pounds of green
Ooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money hungriest, Brooklyn Loch-Ness
Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi'
Raw, the one, like five divided by four (uh)
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely
(Yeah)
Drink lean by the six pack (Wock)
Need my name where the blimp at (Alright)
Got 'em drunk, where my limp at? (True)
Showtime by the goal line
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
drugs, Can't take this from
Him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood
Jackas,To neighborhood stackas I-10 ridaz,to
I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that
better than a life under a spell
Some sing songs of Churchill and some of Errol Flynn
Verses for Albert Jacka and Charles Kingford Smith
But none of them
on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green
Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
Nine
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin' to wait
Conversate, sex on the first
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green
Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
Nine
half a mil baby
I've been too busy getting money, you miss my dick baby
These brand new Eliantte diamonds got me frozen
And my damn brothers by my side,
brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
Before I point right at her say "Ho!"
I'm riding drop-top Caddy, I don't dip fake
I step on the gas then I hit the break
Do it again as I catch the beat
brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we
jakieś oklepane hasła masz coś do Jacka
Dajesz zwykły pokaz prostactwa
Gówniarze wykrzywiają twarze
Żałosne obrazy jakieś pseudo gangsterskie grymasy
To o
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
Yeah, I got the fire on me, I keep the chopper close by
That's just my philosophy
Misery loves company and I don't need the misery
House full
picture (mwah)
Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga (well damn)
Hired killers with me now, I can't be a victim (pow, pow)
Choppa close by
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
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