Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Drop It , by - Big Tymers. Release date: 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 |