We Drop It

Big Tymers

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    [Mannie Fresh]
    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

    [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 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

    Wont back up on ya stunnin'?
    Aint neva gon change

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    Ohhhh ohhhhh
    Hot hot
    Ohhhh ohhhh

    [Mannie Fresh]
    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

    [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 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 aint 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

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