Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drop Drop, artist - Joe Budden.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drop Drop |
Uh huh, yeah |
Uh huh, yeah |
Oh no (louder) oh no (louder) |
Uh huh, uh huh |
(Drop drop) — my homies that ride chromies let it |
(Pop pop) — at the bar Budden them bottles and them |
(Shots shots) — my ladies it’s all gravy if you |
(Hot hot) then come back to the (spot spot) and maybe we can |
(Bone bone) — know that we chilling, she something shaking in her |
(Thong thong) — gangsta gangsta, paper paper |
(Long long) — and for my riders all over |
Now you know we wanna hit it hit it Don’t stop, get it get it Sick wit it, I keep paper around me So I know that everybody got the vapors around me See me in a big truck thin rubber riding |
2 Way and a broad, and got 10 others squatting |
Cause I know Cal broads act up man |
So 'cha man man gotta keep a back up plan |
Not a dance floor nucka |
I’m take em home get em to drop they pants |
And gross nucka till the (drip drip) |
No you not my wife no you can’t handle my (kid kid) |
I’m just trying to put in your (rib rib) |
Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem |
Not like the two door like the kid only got a few divas |
Drive wit my knees, seat recline |
While she leaned over giving me a piece of her mind |
I be sizing em up from they thighs and above |
Holla at me if you wanna come and ride wit a thug, yeah! |
All my ladies if you riding! |
Then you know to skip the shotgun and bag the one driving |
All my nuckas if you riding! |
Don’t trip plenty cash if she stingy wit ass |
Yo boy got a street chick |
Rocks Chanelle she focused ('focused man') |
Stay wit a bag of fine and no elder rolling (uh) |
She just one of my dames, gotta stay cool |
Everything I got is under her name, it’s on! |
(top top) |
And I’m the same dude came up from the (block block) |
I’m doing it baby I can’t (stop stop) |
In my rear view I’m getting tailed by the (cops cops) |
Clean but kit got me looking like I’m (hot hot) |
I ain’t on the (streets streets) dawg |
Just trying to (eat eat) |
So fall back jerk, cop I ain’t (beat beat) |
Can’t miss me, I’m the guy in the V-Tweezy |
And that dime you was hollering at, she’s wit me in the |
Chicks wit nice bodies, whip be wide body |
Backseat emtpy, clips can ride shotty, We gon'(ride ride) |
See yo boy getting a million |
We ain’t merking it, Nathan had they missing a ceiling |
And, could catch me spendning time at the bar |
You like your water frozen, dawg I like mine in a jar |
We get it (crunk crunk) y’all hear the system out in the (trunk trunk) |
Thump thump Budden be giving you what you want now |