Drop It
513
Hip-Hop/Rap
Drop Itは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2005年1月1日にCapitol Recordsによりリリースされました7 Day Cycle
メロディック度
楽曲がどれだけ明確で覚えやすいメロディを持ち、はっきりとした音楽パターンに沿っているかを示します。メロディック度が高い楽曲は、わかりやすく印象に残る楽器やボーカルラインが特徴です。
アコースティック度
楽曲が、電子楽器やデジタル合成音の代わりに、どの程度アコースティック楽器(ピアノ、ギター、バイオリン、ドラム、サックスなど)に依存しているかを示します。
ヴァランス
楽曲のハーモニーやリズムによって伝わる音楽的なポジティブ度や感情的トーンを示します。値が高いほど幸福感、興奮、陶酔などの感情を表し、低いほど悲しみ、怒り、憂鬱などの感情を表します。
ダンサビリティ
テンポの安定性、リズムパターン、ビートの強調などの要素を組み合わせて、楽曲が踊りやすいかどうかを示します。ダンス向きの楽曲は、一定のテンポ、反復的な音楽構造、強いダウンビートを持つ傾向があります。
エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
BPM81
ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ebony Eyez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ebony Williams
Composer
Mark Williams
Composer
Joe Kent
Composer
Ben Monroe Jr.
Composer
Floyd Meriweather
Composer
Adrian Lipsey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Trackboyz
Producer
XP Muzik
Co-Producer
TAG
Co-Producer
Jean-Marie Horvat
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
You know I usually don't do this on the first night
Hold up, what you want me to do with that?
Damn, I'm at it again
Trackboyz
This dude approached me slowly and told me his name was Jody
And his homies say he know me 'cause he used to fuck with Toby
Say he wanna get to know me, got some things he wanna show me
Would I be his tender roni, told me call him when I'm lonely
Then I took a couple pictures, feelin' tipsy off the liquor
Yeah, my titties might be bigger, but my ass a little thicker
And they like 'em my weight, my shape, my size
My height, my lips, my hips and my thighs (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
I see my cousin comin', he pro'ly up to somethin'
Look at him with some chicken head face, know he frontin'
I ain't the one to gossip now you ain't heard it from me
But that chick that he was mackin' is really a he
And look at her, came out the house lookin' that crazy
Talkin' bout she got on Baby Phat, that's just fat, baby
You had a cup or two, well that's enough for you
But let him buy you one more drink before you cut him loose
So, gon' flirt a little bit and make him think you feelin' him
Then smile at him, wink your eyes and make him think he gettin' some
Before he know you 'bout to go, see you already out the door
You won't be home 'tIl after 4, won't probably stop at Calico's
Pull up on the parkin' lot and by this time it's dark and hot
You circled back around the block and take the handicap spot
And yeah, you might just get a ticket, hell with it, you tryna kick it
More than likely if you get the digits, she gon' let you hit it (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
After the club, you prob'ly tryna take somebody home
I guess you better keep it on the low, don't want your cover blown
And so you better make it known, before they play the last song
'Cause you ain't tryna spend the night alone, right or wrong?
Got money in your pocket, then take it out and throw it
And put your hands up in the air, if you the shit and know it
This cat up in my face, breath smellin' like some shit
Teeth lookin' like he been bitin' a bag of bricks
He talkin' bout, "Girl, you thick," I told that ****, "You don't get your
Funky breath up out my face, gon' be some shit, don't make me tick"
Don't ask me for my name and you don't need to know my number
And don't worry if I got my big ol' booty from my mama
It's the last call for alcohol and I'm just tryna have a ball
Ain't worry 'bout nothin' at all, I almost tripped but played it off
The DJ spinnin' the last records, by this time they half naked
Same place, same time tomorrow they'll be back at it (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), ****, you a ho (Drop it)
Bitch, you a ho (Drop it), you actin' like a ho (Drop it)
Drop it, drop it
Drop it, drop it
Drop it, drop it
Drop it, drop it
Drop it, drop it
Drop it, drop it
Drop it, drop it
Drop it, drop it
Drop it
Written by: Adrian Lipsey, Ben Monroe Jr., Ebony Williams, Floyd Meriweather, Joe Kent, Mark Williams


