Devil's here to fool ya Teach me how to pray And we can do drugs and we can smoke weed and we can drink whiskey Yeah we can get high and we can get stoned And we can sniff glue and we can do E and we can drop drop acid Forever be lost with no way home Yeah we

The Shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah As soon as the Shareef was Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top

This good hearted woman in love with her good timin' man She's a good hearted woman in love with a good timin' man And she loves him in spite of his ways that she don't understand And through teardrops and laughter they'll pass through this world hand in

We can make it hot, hot, bring it on the rocks 'Round, 'round, down right until you wanna drop drop Acting like a hotshot, drop drop it like it's hot So swing another round, right, 'cause we will never stop That's right, come on Bring it on the rocks This is an

You got worries you can drop drop them in the blue ocean But you gotta get away to where the boat leaves from It takes away all of your big problems So get away to where the boat leaves from There's a place, where the boat leaves from It takes away all your

He just shot me and I dropped down to the floor He was shell-shocked and he claimed he didn't know He just watched my blood spill out and die slow Asked him would I survive? He shook his head no Mind on my murder, hey, mind on my murder Mind on my

Shorty she like to pop ass high Popped her way up to first class high She clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, she drop drop it low Then she clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, down to the floor Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet With your electric body, we found

Niggas runnin' out they mouth but they never pop out I got the drop drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my niggas on fifty, so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang

Don't forget ab-b-b-b-bout me Even when I doubt you I'm no good without you, no, no Temperature is dropping Scared of my own image Scared of my own immaturity Scared of my own ceiling Scared I'll die of uncertainty Fear might be the death of me

You knew in five minutes But I knew in a sentence Your eyes are flutterin' Such pretty wings. So why do we go through all of this again? A moth, flyin' into the Same old flame again It never ends It's not like I dropped the bomb,