Lyrics Turf Drop - E-40

Turf Drop

Drop
Drop
Drop
(Ooh) He steady on da grip, squeezer on his hip
Every way he flip, he on like shit
Butterfly doors, look like a spaceship
Flip flop paint, gave his car a facelift
Pull up on the set, touch screen deck
Speakers in the grill, bro bruv wet
He waking the game up, he drippin like sweat
The suction on the pipes sound like a baby jet
Steady pulling his pants up, my youngin got giggs
Don’t let the dance fool you, here take this
He eatin real good, you never see his ribs
H grew up in the hood, he gt it how he live (ooh)
Him and his partners clicked-up
Psychedelic dreads with they beanies flipped up (uuh)
What you slappin in?
I’m slappin in my box
I’m scootin by the spot
I got em hittin the drop