Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches Young nigga been focused on my check

Candy paint with the white on top Lambo doors of the oo-op drop If you busy plotting on what I got Kick in your door, that's SWAT you thot Hundred thousand dollars on the table top Half price my whips same price my watch Got no jumper but I ball a lot

So stop, drop and roll one We're on fire, I think Takes one to grow one Burned out like the prom queen We're right on the brink We're one of a kind It’s all mirrors and smoke rings We’re one of a kind We're all mirrors and smoke rings

Tell me is that deja vu? 'Cause you want me and I want you 'Cause baby it ain't nothing new, no 'Cause baby this ain't nothing new, no 'Cause I can't take it no more No you ain't like them bitches Tell them hoes adios And you can drop your panties Leave

Drop that kitty down low Pop that kitty down low I know you want it all, I'm giving you a show You like what I'm doin', drop that kitty down low Shop that like a window I'm gonna make you explode Take that video phone Pop it like a pistol Make it clap

The shadow of your smile When you have gone Will color all my dreams And light the dawn Look into my eyes my love and see All the lovely things you are to me Our wistful little star It was far, too high A teardrop kissed your lips

Aye, you ain't never sell no work How I skrt skrt when I pull up in that vert, aye How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh Uh, you ain't never snatched no car I ain't living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh Uh, you ain't never pull no

Feel it in the one drop I know Jah's never let us down Pull your rights from wrong Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! They made their world so hard (so hard) For we no want no devil philosophy So feel this drumbeat They made their world so hard O-ooh, yea-ah,

And I thank my god Go 1, 2, 3, 4, Yeah yeah you gotta Stand tall and cut away the ties Drop Balls and hold that head up high The world is fast and youth ain't gonna wait So grab a hold before it gets to late Bare your soul and strip away the cold

A-tisket, a-tasket A green and yellow basket I send a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And took put it in her pocket She was truckin' on down the avenue