Drop That Bitch (feat. Kurupt, ScHoolboy Q, Problem & Bad Lucc)

Drop that bitch x18 In that muthafucka hanging And she forever be singing With that thing in the back Make it backtrack, look up It's somewhat banging When I pull up and bang that track In the four And it ain't no stopping the show L.A metropolis so There just ain't no stoppin' when I hit that Bomb head in my car Got that bomb weed in my drawer Got them bomb seeds in my garden Valley Girl, Dolly Parton If that shit don't be poppin' Got them dope fiends in Compton Got my niggas rose and my bitches tho These mothafuckas keep poppin' molly Broccoli in my pocket's pocket Oxys and my pocket's growling? Smoking heavy in my Impala chevy parking and It's that gangsta instrumental Original indo For the hoes in sexy clothes A nigga never touched the bank roll Lemme get that Ugly nigga with a gang of bitches Hoover street nifty-fifty business In my bitch whip with my L suspended Big Pimpin' misleading women Extra innings being good at pitching Blue khakis I'm no doubt Got naked hoes in a dope house Put them hoes on a DVD Show them hoes what this 'pimp bout I'm pill poppin' Feds is watchin' I hopped the fence I don't need Cochran The DUI but my gun loaded If my men made it then my men sold it If the sun shine and that bitch? Come holla at your young scholar I'm top dog I'm Rottweiler I gangbang and I spit lava I drink brews and I make moves I went so hard for these new shoes I go so deep in her vocals I lay it down on this Pro Tool I'm a real nigga, you so full World tours, and you local All you say this shit on the menu Give me large fries and I'll be cool Put your hands down by your ankles Make it clap for me for this bank roll I'll gladly poke on that pink hole Front to leaves I'm straight backwoods Hit my weed and I own you baby Might buy you something, that head good Now let me pinch on that donkey lady What Though Kurt Angle where I play the rings Chains on, the fames on But I'm still good with that bada bing boy (what) My foreign chicks love coming to America (what) They go back like I never thought a problem with having me coming from America (what) Blast off I smash off like vroom vroom With a bitch as easy as blues clues Dirty flow need two rooms Diamond Lane everything We hitting everything Like a we were juicing minute maid Knock it out the park another homerun Need I run home Cali mind, play with mine nigga run home Why you on the phone line while these niggas jump you (What you?) fuck you No it isn't ever like that But you saying that so you kinda make a nigga want to Me off the wee-little Bitch, I'mma bump Then I'll fuck Then I'll pump ? I'm? off to the next Compton the home of the chrome to your neck Fuck all that, Fuck all that Niggas tryna turn up one more time Niggas thought I was done with the rapping Fuck that I need one more line Nick where you at? roll some more 5's Shit to fly won't pass that up Diamond lane gang Diamond lane gang Problem, Casha, and Bad Lucc Hold up bruh don't forget the lucky 4 finger ring cause the squad is Square can't touch me Homicide on the track made Town aboriginal Rap [?] like a field goal I'mma show you where a mill go Knocked out I still go Hand me that jack uhh Hit him with the right-left uhh I'll plate none U get the plat plat on Send a motor's ass like uh Where you niggas from With my crazy lady Your baby momma look like she made to pay me Shady baby Spend a bank roll on the aces baby You ain't getting money Hey you crazy, lady Bad luck with it i go Fat nigga lookin like a billion i know Rap nigga wanna bust head on the low You rather take a train into a shower of snow Fucking with your broad metals spitting about an o I dont wanna keep it you can get it from the show Feeling i have it good, i'm just doing what i know Gotta king open up your head full of dough I do what I want, nigga fuck the next line