• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Drop - 50 Cent
• Drop - Jesus and Mary Chain
• Drop - Jesus & Mary Chain
• Drop - Fat Joe
• Drop - Ying Yang Twins
• Drop - Timbaland
• Drop - Gary Allan
• Drop - Blue October
• Drop - Timbaland & Magoo
• Drop - Red House Painters
• Drop - Red House Painter
• Drop - Odd Future
• Drop - Pharcyde
• Drop - Nasty Boy Klick
• Drop - Katrina Carlson
• Drop - The Pharcyde
• Drop - Rich Boy
• Drop - Meat Beat Manifesto
• Drop - Cornelius
• Drop - Gunplay
• Drop - Fatman Scoop
• 4 My Hood - Drop
• Drop - Earl Sweatshirt
• Drop - Elephant Revival
• Drop - Githead

DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I SOUND CRAZY
SHE ANIT THE SAME GIRL SHE WAS WHEN SHE WAS SIXTEEN
SHE WANT THE BELLY TOP SHE WANT HER BREST REDOND SHE
NOT SEXY WHAT BUT SHE LIKE TO FUCK SHE GIVE HEAD NOW
SHE DONE BEEN THROW MY HOLE BLOCK SHE DIG DEEP THO
SHE SWOLO YO HOLE COCE
THE BITCH IS A PRO

sung by William
The way you drop is like a stone
Making out you're flying
But you've just been thrown
Till kingdom comes
And through bitten tongues
These eyes get stung
With every curse that's sung
These twisted times
Can't compare to mine
And heaven knows where loving goes
I should have guessed
When I took that pill
Do I love her still
Well did Jesus kill

The way you drop is like a stone
Making out you're flying
But you've just been thrown
Till kingdom comes
And through bitten tongues
These eyes get stung
With every curse that's sung
These twisted times
Can't compare to mine
And heaven knows where loving goes
I should have guessed
When I took that pill
Do I love her still

Joey time, report to the dancefloor.
Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babys go HEY, and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP (9x).
Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babys go HEY, and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP (9x).
More Money, more problems
I've been runnin the apple from the bottom.
I've been told my nigga Khaled I got 'em.
GT's Bugatti's you aint got 'em.
Rose keep that on deck.
All day, Hoes hey, lil momma all at.
She like it and she want it so you know she gonna get it.
My nigga's in the club, so you know we gonna set it.
We got people, you're not equal.
Another one, another Joe crack sequal.
More hits then 'em all flick we move.
More pits that mr Cool aint sweet cool.
Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY, and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP (9x).
Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY, and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP (9x).
Or she once, on she knees.
Brand new Bentley drop on the (?).
Accently nigga in the hood about me.
Call me the (?), cuz crack got keys.
Chicks unbelieves, wrist on freeze.
Hundred mill lots and I fill 'em like cream.
Crack a boss man, livin a nigga dream.
Jacuzzi so large I can feel like 18.
Hey! Is that he swimmin to Joe?
Every weekend if the car comes I quit with the Boss.
And you know Shit hard, when it's Swizzy and Joe
88 nigga yeah, cuz I'm dope with the flow. (now let's get it)
Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY, and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP (9x).
Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY, and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP (9x).
Ooohw
Swizzy!
It's individuel...
Y'all know what it is!
Individuel, individuel time!
Let's go.
Let's get it(7x)!

Everybody in the club in the heat
Pussy get to poppin' when we holdin' the beat
Bitches throwin' up, they posin' hands
Ass keep poppin' out these female pants
Every motherfucker sippin' on liquor
See the crunker they be gettin' when they be drinkin' a beer
And they be pullin' on a momma like, "Bitch come here"
Pullin' on a momma like, "Bitch come here"
I'm Santa Claus, didn't you hear?
Tell Johnny Saint Dick what you want this year
And we might get it to yo' ass by the summer
Who? Peter Pancakin' with a thumper
You, know we crank the club
Black magic in here, so drank it up
And you gon' be just as drunk as us
You gon' be just as drunk as us
Fin' to take it to the stage, drop
Put it all in yo' face, drop
Make it flow in the place, drop
'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Now let me put you up on somethin' different
All female need to pay attention
I wanna see you gyrate on the flo'
Move your body, body like you want this dough
This one right here for the sexy girl
With a two piece on go on work it girl
She'll make you keep comin', spendin' yo' money
When yo' mind need to be on yo' woman
But the way she move you hypnotized
Now you got pussy all in your eyes
Aye, bartender bring another round
Tips shorty on the pole, start slidin' down
Fuck it, might as well make it rain
'Cause pussy all around you callin' yo' name
They know what they got and they know how to use it
Drop that motherfucker to the music
Fin' to take it to the stage, drop
Put it all in yo' face, drop
Make it flow in the place, drop
'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
When you see her on the flo'
You know she droppin' to the music
Yup, yup, we like that
Yup, yup, yup, yup, we like that
Put it all in yo' face
And still be droppin' to the music
Yup, yup, we like that
Yup, yup, yup, yup, we like that
Drop that motherfucker, drop
Drop that motherfucker, drop
Breakin' it down and makin' your rounds
On my house, see you the baddest bitch in the town
Layin' it down, they like the way she screw up the ground
Screw up the ground
Round and around she went representin' for the rent and the presidents
Hella thick, quick like some instant grits
Boy that's it, hot out the motherfuckin' oven
Buzzin', plus she doin' the shit that you lovin'
Fin' to take it to the stage, drop
Put it all in the face, drop
Make it flow in the place, drop
'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop, drop, drop, drop

Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Y'all too, y'all too, y'all too, y'all too
Aww Lord guess who's coming
Timbaland A.K.A freaky Phil Drummond
Who can get it crunk like me Timbaland
Oh, my nigga Scoop A.K.A fat man
Weed guaranteed to make the party people bounce
(Fellas say girls say)
Lookin' at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bash full girl back it up
Throw it girl like it's poking man
Shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl shake it like she burning from a sun tan
My dog grip it grab it like it was a soda can
What you're talking 'bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a Cadillac
What you're talking bout cutting nigga slack
Girl girl you betta bend that back
Twelve my girls roll deep in the club
Can't wait to hit the bar and get that thug
Where my dogs that got more than a hundred bucks
Can't wait to freak one of the big old butts
Before we start to turn it out
You must learn to crunk out
Before we start to turn it out
You must first begin to
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Get your freak on at club [unverified]
We ain't put the album out niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club seen a ho with a thong
I ain't hear good at first she was singing the song
Shorty rocking donna she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop she was stopping and dropping
Stopping and dropping this the part of the song where
You need be snaking and popping
Snaking and popping yeah hoe Mag made the song
Y'all niggas still popping and locking
Ain't no zone [unverified] a white girl
I ain't turbo rocking a damn curl
Watch Mag slow while I break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Get off the wall hands of your balls
Yeah, nigga with the drink in his hand trying to ball
You don't want shorty I can show you the dance
Gone once gone twice you done lost your chance
Now stop for Big Pun stop for Big pun, drop for Big L drop for Big L
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Guess who came with a cape on his back
Pulled up with some gin hopped out the Cadillac
Mag is chilling Tim is chilling
When I get up in this club I'm making a hoe feel it
Got no game but I got big cash
Mess around I be leaving this club with Stacey Dash
I ain't cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmy
I'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy
All my shadow people where freaky where you at
All my Broadway people freaky where you at
Where my fellas in the back with the carnie act
Where my girls who think they got it like that
All my independent freaky where you at
All my get money dogs freaky where you at
Where my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fast
If you love to sing along nigga holla back
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs now drop
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)

Drop, raindrop fallin' from the sky like magic
Can ya feel it in the air
Drop, you oughta drop on by 'cause it's warm inside
And there's a storm out there
I'll drop, another log under the fire
Get the flame a little higher
“Til it feels just right
And I'll drop, a blanket on the floor
There's some wine I'm gonna pour
And pull the shades down tight
Chorus:
Ain't nowhere you need to be
Then wrapped up here with me
I'll turn the lights down, way down low
You let that dress drop nice and slow
Girl, I know it's true
You know just what to do
To make me drop everything for you
Drop, your hair down your shoulders
Get a little closer 'cause it's that kinda day
I'll drop, drop the needle on the record
The one that makes ya wanna love the night away
Chorus:
Ain't nowhere you need to be
Then wrapped up here with me
I'll turn the lights down, way down low
You let that dress drop nice and slow
Girl, I know it's true
You know just what to do
To make me drop everything for you
Chorus:
Ain't nowhere you need to be
Then wrapped up here with me
I'll turn the lights down, way down low
You let that dress drop nice and slow
Girl, I know it's true
You know just what to do
To make me drop everything for you
Come on drop, drop everything for you
You make me wanna drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
Yeah, drop everything for you
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop

I touch the tongue to see
A devil's face in front of me
You blow your nose and cry
The clown demands a sad good-bye
A sad good-bye.
Black below the tree
White horses dead in front of me
A scar below the cheek
There's a sweaty man in a bloody sink.
[Chorus]
It's just a trip not a way to ease your pain
Self help...Tell another shrink the same thing
Stay cool, everything is going to be okay
Until you decide to drop again
Until you decide to drop again
A blue jean girl to be
Sweaty man is behind the trees
The flip side of sanity is the game
Fourteen million miles away from sane
A dark man in the restroom window pane
Whose words just pour out human pain.
[Repeat Chorus]

Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Y'all too, y'all too, y'all too, y'all too
Awww lord guess who's coming
Timbaland A.K.A freaky Phil Drummond
Who can get it crunk like me Timbaland
Oh my nigga Scoop A.K.A fat man
Weed guaranteed to make the party people bounce
Fellas say (OH) girls say(ah)
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bashfull girl back it up
Throw it girl like its poking man
Shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl shake it like she burning from a sun tan
My dog grip it grab it like it was a soda can
What you talking bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillac
What you talking bout cutting nigga slack
girl girl you betta bend that back
12 my girls roll deep in the club
Cant't wait to hit the bar and get that thug
Where my dogs that got more than a hundred bucks
Cant wait to freak one of the big old butts
Before we start to turn it out
you must learn to crunk out
Before we start to turn it out
You must first begin to
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Get your freak on at club(?)
We aint put the album out niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club seen a ho with a thong
I aint hear good at first she was singing the song
Shorty rocking donna she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop she was stoping and dropping
Stopping and dropping this the part of the song where
You need be snaking and popping
Snaking and popping yeah hoe Mag made the song
Yall niggas still popping and locking
Aint no zone (?) a white girl
I aint turbo rocking a damn curl
Watch Mag slow while I break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Get off the wall hands of your balls
Yeah nigga with the drink in his hand trying to ball
You dont want shorty I can show you the dance
Gone once gone twice you done lost your chance
Now stop for Big Pun stop for Big pun
Drop for Big L drop for Big L
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Guess who came with a cape on his back
Pulled up with some gin hopped out the Cadillac
Mag is chilling Tim is chilling
When I get up in this club I'm making a hoe feel it
Got no game but I got big cash
Mess around I be leaving this club with Stacey Dash
I aint cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmy
I'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy
All my shadow people where freaky where you at
All my Broadway people freaky where you at
Where my fellas in the back with the carnie act
Where my girls who think they got it like that
All my ndependent freaky where you at
All my get money dogs freaky where you at
Where my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fast
If you love to sing along nigga holla back
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs Now drop
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)

so much that i can't say to you
my voice shakes from the hurt that i hide
ashamed of my existence
and of my petty often wounded pride
i'd like to come home to see you
and to catch your sickness by the bedside
but then you'd know how much i really need you
all the love in an instant
makes my life stop
but then my hate for you
makes my feelings altogether drop
if only i were blind to your selfish fling
and your desperate cause
and didn't press you for the details
that threaten my physical flaws
i'd like to come home to see you
and embrace your illness under soft light
but then you'd know how much i really need you
all the love in an instant
makes my life stop
but then my hate for you
makes my feelings altogether drop
so much that i can say to you
with affection that i burn inside
you're aching from the distance
avoiding strain that's running still alive
if only i could heal you in the sprinkling of the ocean side
but then you'd know how much i really love you
all the love in an instant
makes my life stop
but then my hate for you

so much that i can't say to you
my voice shakes from the hurt that i hide
ashamed of my existence
and of my petty often wounded pride
i'd like to come home to see you
and to catch your sickness by the bedside
but then you'd know how much i really need you
all the love in an instant
makes my life stop
but then my hate for you
makes my feelings altogether drop
if only i were blind to your selfish fling
and your desperate cause
and didn't press you for the details
that threaten my physical flaws
i'd like to come home to see you
and embrace your illness under soft light
but then you'd know how much i really need you
all the love in an instant
makes my life stop
but then my hate for you
makes my feelings altogether drop
so much that i can say to you
with affection that i burn inside
you're aching from the distance
avoiding strain that's running still alive
if only i could heal you in the sprinkling of the ocean side
but then you'd know how much i really love you
all the love in an instant
makes my life stop
but then my hate for you
makes my feelings altogether drop

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
I know everyone has their own fucking version of this
But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh
[Verse 1]
Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey
tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped
the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin'
'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch bash a black and white
bitch
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or somethin'
I like the shit, I guess I kinda like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice
them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the shit
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't
icin' shit
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara
Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the jeep
But I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the
sheets
And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then
they weep
[Hook]
And then they drop, ha-ha
Drop, bitch, drop, drop, drop (Drop, bitch)
[Verse 2]
Yo, the lambs get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' live grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
Fuckin' Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' axes at you antonyms of savages
And prayin' that it damages, your hobby's what my
passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of
Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her
After a couple drinks and a session of anal sex with
Like hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to ya
We the shit, like what you make, them niggas still
ain't fresh as us
[Outro]

Let me freak the funk
Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
As I invade their masquerade
They couldn't fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing, and you bunted
For an easy out, I leave MC's with doubt
Of exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading
They try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
They have no key, or no clue
To the game at all, now they washed up
Hung out to dry
Standing looking stupid, wondering why
(Why man?)
It was the fame, that they tried to get
Now they walking around talking about represent
And keep it real, but I got to appeal
'Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel
Rock a bye baby
Listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
Of all things it's a vain of a shrine
All missions impossible are possible
'Cause I'm heading for a new sector 365 days from now
I'll wipe the sweat from my brow
And each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
From homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine
Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands
Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
And the worlds at a stand-still
Deep in broken Mansville, trapped in the moat with an anvil
Still killing yourself, and dogging ya health

Mira chulo tu me llamas eh? aqui esta mi numero.
The beat don't stop till the panties drop,(uh,uh)it don't stop,(it don't stop)it
Wont stop (it wont stop).
The beat don't stop till the panties drop,(uh,uh)it don't stop,(it don't stop) it
Wont stop (it wont stop).
Chorus
-and you know it just don't stop,(come on), and you know it just wont stop.
Feel the beat no stoppin' till the panties start droppin'(till the panties
Start droppin')
And you know it just don't stop, and you know it just wont stop.
Feel the beat no stoppin' till the panties start droppin' baby.
1st verse
-back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore, but somedays I sit and
Wish I was a kid again,
Cause I remember crazy summer nights, sneeking all up in your window just to do
You right
Panties wetter than a slip-n-slide, your trembling inside, I promise ill be
Back tomorrow night
Your bodies callin' 12 play since the first day, now how can I forget those
Days,
Tellin' mom and daddy we was going to the movies, damn girl, if they really
Knew what we was doin', I know I probably shouldnt even start to say, but every
Time I reminisce it brings a smile to my face,
Heavy breathin' and you whisper baby please don't stop, you know I'm on this
Mission till you hit that spot, so everytime you need someone to make it hot
You know the beat wont stop, untill the panties drop.
Chorus
-and you know it just don't stop, and you know it just wont stop
Feel the beat no stoppin', till the panties start droppin'-x2-
(check this out yo) baby
2nd verse
-now play this slow jam,(this slow jam) I got you bumpin' and grindin' like our
Klick
With bedroom games,poppin it off like a lingerie party(whoo), live it's lovely,
Puffin' on herb, we sippin' bubbly, while I rub you down with body oils,
Tellin' all your girlfriends how ziggys got you stole, kissing on your lips to
The middle of your hips, how bout that, like it from the front to the back, and
How does it feel to be on your 4th climax, going looney screamin' I got 5 on it
(5 on it), now can I make you into a caramel sundae with the cherries on top,
Painting you with whip cream
You know I want my cake and be able to eat it too, (ha ha,you get the hint? )
Orgasms got your heart beatin' like if it's on a sprint, taking off, making love
On a cloud, now what's the odd of meeting at the same spot at the same time
(same time)
Chorus
-and you know it just don't stop and you know it just wont stop,
Feel the beat, no stoppin' till the panties start droppin'-x2- baby
3rd verse
-are you down to make it hot, straight up explicit, wanna lick on the spot no
One else just to hit, you a nasty girl, I'm a nasty boy, let me rub you down,
Kiss you all around, your the type that will be down, your that freaky dinky
Like it kinky like that, what you want, what you need, and since I hit it from
The back saying-
Ay papi chulo baby please don't stop, as we procced to make it hot to the stars
At 12 o'clock, lay back relax let me take you through the motions, my genie in
A bottle as I rub you with the lotion, not a ocean, making love though the
Breeze, got you rush climaxing, from your head to your knees, neverending night
We both will never forget, a love scene to be repeated on that you can bet,
Cause you know it wont be stoppin' till the panties start droppin' n.b.k. once
Again, keepin' you steady rockin'
Chorus
-and you know it just don't stop and you know it just wont stop
Feel the beat no stoppin' till the panties start droppin'-x2- babe
And you know it just don't stop and you know it just wont stop-x2-
And you know it just dont,(just don't), and you know it just don't stop
And you know it just wont stop.
Feel the beat no stoppin' till the panties start droppin'
And you know it just don't stop and you know it just wont stop
Feel the beat no stoppin' till the panties start droppin' babe end
Much love goes out to all the homeboyz and homegirlz in the 602 phoenix az

My country 'tis of the
Our innocence is history
I've seen purple mountains majesty
Sink into the shining sea
I've seen children on the street
Angels die for my liberty
(Chorus)
I will run through the rain
Get a little wetter
Hold a bucket to the sky
Make the world a little better
I may never reach the top
But I will not stop
Tho' I'm just one Drop
My country 'tis of thee
Half the time I'm losing sleep
Sweet land of possibility
Can't walk a mile to save her feet
Nothing's making any sense
Can one little Drop make a difference?
(Chorus)
Wash my heart clean
Drench my dreams
In rivers and lakes and streams
Tumbling into a sea
Of people at peace
Do you think I'm naïve?
My country 'tis of thee
Take my hand, say can you see
Let it be, let angels sing
Let hearts run free, let freedom ring

Bootie Brown:
Let me freak the funk,
obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
as I invade their masquerade
they couldn't fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing, and you bunted
for an easy out, I leave mc's with doubt
of exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading,
they try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
they have no key, or no clue
to the game at all, now they washed up
hung out to dry
standing looking stpud, wondering why
(why man?)
it was the fame, that they tried to get
now they walking around talkin about represent
and keep it real, but I got to appeal
cause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel
Slim Kid 3:
rock a bye baby,
listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
of all things it's a vain of a shrine
all missions impossible are possible, cause I'm
heading for a new sector 365 days fron now, I'll
wipe the sweat from my brow
and each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
from homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine
cotrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
tear after tear in the puppet man's hands
every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
and the worlds at a stand-still
deep in broken mansville, trapped in the moat with an avil, still
killing yourself, and dogging ya health
you ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself
Knumbskull #1:
shit is-shit is ill, my flow still will spill
toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute
when I execute, acutely over the rythym
on those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em
got em mad and tremblin
cause I been up in my lad assemblin
misslies, to bomb the enemy
because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency
currently I think we're in a state of an emergency
cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow
and I think they can't follow
they can't swollow, the truth because it hurts
this is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf
the worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is
I'm going to make a million

My Mazeradi and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes
See my Bentley, what I got when my two Phantoms had a baby
I'm not crazy, why you lazy? I get so politely daisy
Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 'bout 280
I sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin'
Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a million
God made me super rich, the devil made you stupid, bitch
You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit
Why you actin' hard now you must want go see God now?
The same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your yard now
If you bout to run dogg, I guess you better start now
Forgot to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now
It's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell
It's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to jail
It's hard to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell
I smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell
So drop
Drop, drop, drop
Now drop
Drop, drop, drop
We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like Transformers
Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and dance for us
You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast
Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast
Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off
My blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the game off
Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper
Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper
Pullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators
Million dollar generators, 90 fast investigators
For flashy cars, the prison bars, ménage à trois
The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop
Now drop
Drop, drop, drop
Now drop

as you fall into your seat
forget the past
release the heat
and isolate yourself
completely bypassed
how long can it last
a complete contrast
relinquish any sense of doubt
it's time to move this mess about
too loud to amplify hi-fi
why buy into the system
interruptus of the system
it's deceived us of the freedom
to defy
have you ever wondered
what does one drop in the ocean
signify
the lie
multiply
forget the past
release the heat
and multiply
is this what you wanted
is this how you wanted it to be
yeah I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know
is this what you wanted
is this how you wanted it to be
I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know

AH unexpected, sight, wide
AH hard, solid, pick-up
Throw, skip
AH shucks, expectations, difference
AH about five times fly
Throw, skip
AH world, wide, seems like

Work on the way, coke on the stove
I got a kilo?
I’m bout to tear this shit down
I got the purest shit ’round
These niggas ain’t fucking with me
My junkies jump on the chimney
I whip the flake with a fork
Oh you think it’s a joke?
Oh you think it’s a game?
But I’m hoping you don’t
I got this shit all in a ‘yo, called in the sleeper
And I started with beakers and tweakers, Chevy’s and Regals
I hid the bass in the speakers, behind the bass in the speakers
I hid fifty DP’s in each tongue in my sneaker
I get it then, I get it off
Skull, and sell it all
Y’all, I can flip it by tomorrow, you can bet a car
Bogota blizzard on my block and I just made a call
I got the sack, I came to drop and then I’m taking off
(Feel me)
Came to drop the sack off (feel me)
I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing
I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm’ sayin’
I just came to drop the sack off (feel me)
I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing
I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm’ sayin’
I just came to drop, drop
I just came to drop the sack off
(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)
I just came to drop the sack off
(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)
I just came to drop the sack off (feel me)
I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing
I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm’ sayin’ (feel me)
Who want it raw? Who want it soft?
Who on the block? Who on the ball?
Tell me, who need a pound? Tell me, who need an onion? (tell me)
Fuck what you’re telling me, just tell me you got the money
You say you get it cheaper? But still? either?
Get Franklin’s no Aretha, you broke and you know the?
What’s the play on the ‘yay? He say give me three days
We just a field goal away, we ’bout to reload the safe
Every minute on the Muller, that’s a c-note to make
When you see I break this brick back up there won’t be no debate
Zoe told me he got it, I’m speaking Creole today
My Cuban told me he buy it, now it’s frijole’s and steak
(Feel me)
Came to drop the sack off (feel me)
I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing
I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm’ sayin’
I just came to drop the sack off (feel me)
I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing
I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm’ sayin’
I just came to drop, drop
I just came to drop the sack off
(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)
I just came to drop the sack off
(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)
I just came to drop the sack off (feel me)
I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing
I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm’ sayin’ (feel me)
Drop, drop, drop, drop

(feat. Timbaland & Magoo)
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Y'all too, y'all too, y'all too, y'all too
(Timbaland)
Awww lord guess who's coming
Timbaland A.K.A freaky Phil Drummond
Who can get it crunk like me Timbaland
Oh my nigga Scoop A.K.A fat man
Weed guaranteed to make the party people bounce
Fellas say (OH) girls say(ah)
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bashfull girl back it up
Throw it girl like its poking man
Shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl shake it like she burning from a sun tan
My dog grip it grab it like it was a soda can
What you talking bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillac
What you talking bout cutting nigga slack
girl girl you betta bend that back
12 my girls roll deep in the club
Cant't wait to hit the bar and get that thug
Where my dogs that got more than a hundred bucks
Cant wait to freak one of the big old butts
Before we start to turn it out
you must learn to crunk out
Before we start to turn it out
You must first begin to
(Fatman Scoop)2x
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop
(Fatman Scoop)
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
(Magoo)
Get your freak on at club(?)
We aint put the album out niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club seen a ho with a thong
I aint hear good at first she was singing the song
Shorty rocking donna she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop she was stoping and dropping
Stopping and dropping this the part of the song where
You need be snaking and popping
Snaking and popping yeah hoe Mag made the song
Yall niggas still popping and locking
Aint no zone (?) a white girl
I aint turbo rocking a damn curl
Watch Mag slow while I break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Get off the wall hands of your balls
Yeah nigga with the drink in his hand trying to ball
You dont want shorty I can show you the dance
Gone once gone twice you done lost your chance
Now stop for Big Pun stop for Big pun
Drop for Big L drop for Big L
(Fatman Scoop)
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
(Magoo)
Guess who came with a cape on his back
Pulled up with some gin hopped out the Cadillac
Mag is chilling Tim is chilling
When I get up in this club I'm making a hoe feel it
Got no game but I got big cash
Mess around I be leaving this club with Stacey Dash
I aint cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmy
I'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy
(Timbaland)
All my shadow people where freaky where you at
All my Broadway people freaky where you at
Where my fellas in the back with the carnie act
Where my girls who think they got it like that
All my ndependent freaky where you at
All my get money dogs freaky where you at
Where my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fast
If you love to sing along nigga holla back
(Fatman Scoop)
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs Now drop
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)

You can catch me in the hood with my doors up body all froze up and all the hoes chose up I had the act for my hood.
You can catch me in the hood with my flow tucked need to pull my clothes up but I'm one of the show but I had to act for my hood.
Middle of the street with my shirt all saggin, I came to have fun but I heard ya'll faggin, and your life took ain't even worth ya'll flaggin and them sliders on my vehicle that we call dabbin, straight drop beats I'm that mutha mutha figga, 8 glocks chick I'm the mutha futha filla, case drop bitch I'lla eat that shit for dinna, I can't stop it's them bricks the back of the rilla.
We never starvin everybody in my section ate, you know that I do it for my hood like section 8
We never starvin everybody in my section ate, you know that I do it for my hood like section 8
You can catch me in the hood with my doors up body all froze up and all the hoes chose up I had the act for my hood.
You can catch me in the hood with my flow tucked need to pull my clothes up but I'm one of the show but I had to act for my hood.
Donkey for tha hood and I'm bout mine 4 challenger 4 times for the south side keep the lean poured up tv screen dozed up police can't hold us all the women chosed us, catch me in the project with no shirt on hey fire red come hereeeee I get my flirt on still thuggin with my boosie fade kids love me in the hood like grape kool-aid, and I been in this street, slangin them pillas quarter million on my neck and it look like skittles they in tha single file line tryna eat this wood I do it for the hood, south back wood.
You can catch me in the hood with my doors up body all froze up and all the hoes chose up I had the act for my hood.
You can catch me in the hood with my flow tucked need to pull my clothes up but I'm one of the show but I had to act for my hood.
Dreads just slangin neck piece danglin you know we be throwin up the clique we claimin silver star rep yup I make the street famous, disrespect the cold I'm a make the heat flamin stay cry holdin while you be rockin them wranglas to momma I'm a angel to the hood I'm dangerous I put in work gotta put it right and play ya thinka pull your titties out and let's see what you can think of dress code sick keep clothes like hangas money out tha anus money all I think of we act a animal and now these pussies wanna tame us I do it for my hood that's why they bringin my name up, droooop.
You can catch me in the hood with my doors up body all froze up and all the hoes chose up I had the act for my hood.

I know everyone has their own fucking version of this
But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh
Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and white bitch
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the shit
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' shit
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the jeep
I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then they weep
And then they drop, ha-ha
Drop, bitch, drop, drop, drop (Drop, bitch)
Yo, the lambs get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' live grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
Fuckin' Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' axes at you antonyms of savages
And prayin' that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her
After a couple drinks and a session of anal sex with her
Like hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to ya
We the shit, like what you make, them niggas still ain't fresh as us

Once I was a big drop of water.
I was in the desert.
I was in high,
Was in high demand.
Saw you turn, saw you turn, turn away.
Water came down, hit the dry ground.
Lost all the facts, slipped through the cracks.
Spread around,
Under and down.
Down through the ground
Carry on, now beyond
Past where all the dancing rained like thunder
After laughter and music, different sounds
To where the thunder became something
Like the pulsing of the flowers
Which is something like but nothing,
Like the pulsing like the hours.
But the hour was on time because I slipped into a flower
Recalled the time to climb the line,
A honeysuckle tower.
I was water brought to lifted leaves
Of daffodils and day lillies.
Drank into the grace of trees
The aspens like the willows weep.
It hung so low
It touched below
The surface of
A still puddle.
Did I behold
Reflection told
Looking back at me
The eyes of my body.
So I jumped in
Back into my skin
And sang this song
Of where I'd been.
Once I was a big drop of water.
I spread around and became part of many living in the land.
Saw you turn when I turned, turned away.
In the still, in the still water.

Drop, like a stone, when you're thrown into the water
Spin, like a top, make it stop, like it ought to
Calm, in your eyes, you despise all the slaughter
Plan, like a bet, try to get, what you ought to
Run, with the pack, what you lack, makes you higher
Pray to your Gods, throw your sods on the fire
Dress to the nines, cross the lines, build your pyre