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So Ghetto

Jay-Z

Vol. 3: Life and Times of S. Carter [Bonus Tracks Clean]

1999

back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
Be-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven

Ever since I came through, niggaz got

So Ghetto

Jay-Z

Vol. 3: Life and Times of S. Carter [Clean]

1999

girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out

be with icu if I pull it
Pop lock and drop it
Call you niggaz huey
Red sauce, too much sauce, ooooh weeee
Fooly with the tooly
On stewly moulies
Mobbin

go pop 
Straight up from Milwaukee but I step for 415

Yup look alive 
Cause with me it's ride or die 
I ain't messin' no phony bitches that be

I do it all by myself
I feel like I don't need nobody else
Keep to myself I don't ask for no help
Standing tall I see the top of the shelf
Ten toes

putting in the effort just to make it work
Drop down
Make it drop down for the lock down
Top down
Pussy pop now
Make it hot now
Make that shit drop right

Drop for me bay 
Drop for me bay 

Drop them panties for me
bend you over and make it pop 
That pussy worth a lot 
Lick you up and don't stop 
Have you

ain't shit sweet that's candy
Imma mix between Huey Newton and Meyer Lansky
I'm from where the niggas paint your face like Bansky
But it's starting to get

with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit

em nervous
I like them niggaz wit them rack Racks cuz them broke niggaz look dirty
I call him FedEx he gone drop it off
I got real niggaz who gone pop

about an opp
Catch me on the block
Know I got that shit on lock
Got a thirty let it pop
You know I got this shit on lock
Ain't no safety on this Glock

Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas,

I just came
To throw
You ho's
Some dough
I just came
To throw
You ho's
Some dough
I just came (Pop that pussy, break it, shake it, take it down

go on, it's time to drop a few bombs
(Get busy, G, go on and take ‘em to school)
Yeah, it's time spread the jewels
I ask you about Malcolm and you tell

Ruff Ryders Anthem [Remix]

DMX

The Professional

1998

Ryders roll (what?)

When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up 
Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up
Stash the 'dro in my sock then

right to the sky, you a floatin' blimp

My 40 keep it right there by my side why I walk with limp
He askin' me to match, I pulled up and he rolled a skimp

Drop It

Trevor Jackson

Drop It

2013

are
I can't wait
For you to pop that girl

Girl you know it feels so right
And by the end of the night
Know I'm gonna leave with you
And shorty what you

high lights in the sky
Sweet cherry lips in between
Menthol high lights in my eyes
Pop pop pop for me please

Shut the door lock it up
Drop the curtains

Hondas
(Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) My life is the shit

Their ears gonna pop
The house gonna rock
As i watch them drop
Drop it like it’s hot
This is my lot
This is my plot
This is my yacht
Got the game on lock

it?
That means never on the phone, you got it? Alright)
Live by it, die by it (Gangsta)

Rule number one, never shit where you eat at (never)
Rule

She gone pop lock and drop it
Baby I love it so please don't stop it
Ridin the dick like it's a Ferrari
Baby I just wanna see how you pop it
Shakin

hating
Treat my crib like Huey's playpen
Think I'll quit then you mistaken
Might have to fuck Ms.Crayton
Just cuz she said I'll never make it
Tell it

Fanatic of the B Word

De La Soul

De La Soul Is Dead

1991

groove a gut
On gets by when it's kept
Three miles to my step
Forgiveness to the foes is false
I cook goose and serve a plate
Position is opposed