Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drop Top, artist - Kandi.
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drop Top |
Rollin’in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long |
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats |
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) |
(Verse 1 — Ali) |
Yo, I’ma sucka for head wraps, no perms, just naps |
Long shirt, fat ass, wit a brain to match |
No poke, no soda, no talkin’back, grabbin''em out of college |
I’m wisdom lookin’for knowledge, who got it I got it, I love it when you get that Zippendale in ya body |
And shakin’ya la-de-da-de, in the party |
Gon’shawty, now throw it on me naughty |
And if both of y’all together, I’m in the center like Jahadi |
And I like that (Woo), plus the both of y’all so fine |
Why should I bite back (Woo), I’m just waistin’my lines |
And havin’time after time, I’m just speakin’my mind |
It don’t matter if I’m in the Range, or the Benz I’ma shine |
Now ask, who that is, walkin’and talkin’that bull stuff |
Somebody probably jealous 'cause they truck pulled up Am I gon’sweat that, hell naw, I’m gon’go |
Out the do', to the ride, and just roll (Let's roll) |
(Chorus x2 — Kandi) |
Rollin’in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long |
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats |
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) |
(Verse 2 — Ali) |
Check, check, well I got no love for losin' |
Never been full of hate, no love for uzi’s |
Wahchin’me again and again, like favorite movies |
MC’s wit brains, obsessed wit oochie coochie |
(I got more flavor than them, motherfucker) |
You other facts of life acts too (Too) |
No but, no drink, I gets very moody |
I guess that why, I’m in love wit Bud just like brew |
Truly yours, see my concert be too packed, just like Shakur |
What’s in store, I’ma let jet like Acu-ra |
Gas pedal hit the floor, zoom like the Camadors |
See I’m your, Lunatic for hire |
A ??? |
will call them MC’s out like a bad umpire (You're outta here) |
I snap neck, like a T roll before we retire |
Oh Jim Carrey ass nigga, quit being a liar, liar |
Am I gon’sweat that, hell naw, I’m gon’go |
Out the do', to the ride, and just roll |
(Chorus x2 — Kandi) |
Rollin’in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long |
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats |
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) |
(Verse 3 — Ali) |
Now for real, I be to break 'em off |
Hoe hopper, trick knocker, nobody does like we do each proper |
Think he like papa, when I drop her |
Lyin’on that ass now we fuckin''til the beat don’t stop her |
Could it be I move too smooth, groove |
That’ll make the whole party move |
Spots I keep 'em hot, so honey be hot to try |
Pull up on the lot, black gloves and a glock |
My crew stand up, y’all crew catch rounds |
Desert Eg, 4 pound, it’s got to, go down |
Should I sweat that, hell naw I’m gon’go |
Out the do', to the ride, and just roll |
(Kandi w/ Ali talking in background) |
Uh, Ali, Ali, keep rollin' |
St. Lunatics, keep rollin' |
(Chorus x2 — Kandi) |
Rollin’in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long |
I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats |
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) |
Oh, Ali |