Big Tymers - We Drop It lyrics

[Mannie Fresh] My phone went ring bout a quarter to four Its Kevin's old b**h 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 p**y is incredible the mouth is a fool I brought a friend, you know Gwynn can you make her say ohhhhhh If ya f** 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 b**hes, 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 b**hes in the hood this is where ya find a Dick slangin, pickle hangin anaconda Ssssssssss Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh Hot hot Ohhhhhh ohhhh [Baby] 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 n***a I know It's a 808 n***a, cook and shake n***a Beats make money and Mannie Fresh made this cake n***a 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 p**y mutha f**er 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 [Mannie Fresh] b**h 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 n***as Frozen cup, orange duck, fake a** figgas Together we stand so I got a new crew If y'all feel f** me then f** y'all to Yall got guns, we got missiles Clear whole blocks burn n***as to gristles [Baby] 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 sh** I watched jive n***as turn ta snitch Runnin' round talken CMB eat a dick If it wasn't for me y'all n***as wouldn't be sh** I'm a gangsta n***a I stand my own ground Mutha f**a 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 n***a 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