(I chew on a piece of your custard pie) Drop Drop down, baby, let your daddy see Drop Drop down, mama, just dream of me Well, my mama allow me to fool around all night long Well, I may look like I'm crazy, I should know right from wrong See me comin', throw your

I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop drop it low, to gets the doe Let that ass drop drop, like my '64 I suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against me or it R.I.P

High then go low Now, girl won't you drop drop that thing down to the floor? I'm here for one night, how far will you go? I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me) Ay, we've got a good thing Don't know if I'mma see you again But is that a good thing?

I know when I'm not, I'll be hoping I don't drop drop, To a place where I will rise, like before, I can feel, something happening That I've never felt before Dragging me away from heavens door When the blood dries in my veins and my Heart feels no more pain I

I dropped the ball, yeah I fumbled Oh, that's probably why you're never here All my diamonds cold like cold soda Oh, yeah, yeah That's probably why you're never here I'm mature enough to say it I'm mature enough to own up to it

Well now he's back in the atmosphere One without a permanent scar and did you miss me while you were Looking for yourself out there Did you finally get the chance to dance Along in the light of day yeah Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken

I’m gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop drop a needle on the blues I’m gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of

Hips starts swaying when the DJ drops one She might be a mess but she's a hot one With her little jeans and white t She might rev up an old boy's heart or even stop one Putting on a show tonight, letting go tonight She might be a mess, but she's a hot

Harlem has those southern skies, They're in my baby's smile, I idolize my baby's eyes and Classy up-town style. If Harlem moved to China, I know of nothing finer, Than to stow away on a plane, some day and have them Drop Drop me off in Harlem. Drop Drop me off in

Please don't cry, cry You're a cutie, you're beautiful Baby, beauty doesn't cry You been filled with tension, I been watchin' What I'm saying is you got it I don't know why you let them tear drops run out of your socket Lemme tell you why, why Beauty