We Drop It - Big Tymers

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