Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Drop It, artist - Big Tymers.
Date of issue: 19.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Drop It |
My phone went ring bout a quarter to four |
Its Kevin’s old bitch sayin open the door |
She said Tracey told Lisa that you put it on her |
And Lisa told Gwynn that you wanted to bone her |
See the pussy is incredible the mouth is a fool |
I brought a friend, you know Gwynn can you make her say ohhhhhh |
If ya fuck me, Baby, Stone, Mikkey, and Lac |
Freckle Face Bobby, me again, then Jack |
I need it twice I’m nothin' nice when I’m slangin the dick |
And I like it when you dikin with the whole damn clique |
This is a day in the life of a Big Tymer yall |
Get the money, get the bitches, get the weed lets ball |
Next time you chillin just kissin ya chick |
That funny taste in her mouth might be my dick |
To the bitches in the hood this is where ya find a |
Dick slangin, pickle hangin anaconda |
Ssssssssss |
Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh |
Hot hot |
Ohhhhhh ohhhh |
I slap hoes, Mack ride on O’s |
I done gon '82 slant back el do’s |
I’m a dawg about my money, G about this game |
I love pretty women and I do the damn thang |
I shine like penitentiary floors |
But not just me homie its every nigga I know |
It’s a 808 nigga, cook and shake nigga |
Beats make money and Mannie Fresh made this cake nigga |
Suga Slim let these leeches off my neck |
Sayen Stunna slow down and hold your best |
You gave yo best shot and you still gon' lose |
While we ride new whips on 22's |
You a pussy mutha fucker shoulda been cutting y’all lose |
I knew it wasn’t in ya, I knew you wasn’t true |
I’m a G from the heart got it tattoed on my brain |
Won’t back up on ya stunnin'? |
Ain’t neva gon change |
Ohhhh ohhhhh |
Hot hot |
Ohhhh ohhhh |
Bitch I took your Regal without the desert eagle |
Yall don’t want beef with me and my people |
How could y’all say y’all was hot niggas |
Frozen cup, orange duck, fake ass figgas |
Together we stand so I got a new crew |
If y’all feel fuck me then fuck y’all to |
Yall got guns, we got missiles |
Clear whole blocks burn niggas to gristles |
I’m Stunna ak you know who I am |
The Birdman 3-peat with my dick in my hands |
I ride big whips, tired of talken bout this shit |
I watched jive niggas turn ta snitch |
Runnin' round talken CMB eat a dick |
If it wasn’t for me y’all niggas wouldn’t be shit |
I’m a gangsta nigga I stand my own ground |
Mutha fucka I run Uptown |
Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh |
Hot hot |
Hot hot |
Hot hot |
We drop it like its hot |
I put my ice on it |
I put my life on it |
I put my wife on it |
We drop it like its hot |
I put the 3rd on it |
I put my word on it |
Bet 100 birds on it |
We drop it like its hot |
Hood rat put a fur on it |
2 double X 2 with the purr on it |
We drop it like its hot |
We Big Tymers we spit game |
Nigga we ain’t rhymers |
We drop it like its hot |
We drop it like its hot |
I put my ice on it |
I put my life on it |
I put my wife on it |
We drop it like its hot |
I put the 3rd on it |
I put my word on it |
Bet 100 birds on it |
We drop it like its hot |