Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Yo, I hit the party in my T-shirt and tennis shoes They all watchin' in they Hot Boys and church suits Actin' tough in the club, ain't gon' get you home Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you domed Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, this nigga happy This nigga thank he, Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy Goin' dumb with his bitch, so he don't like me This ain't the South boy, we ain't crunk we go hyphy You gotta know the rules, player let it go You get to trippin' my nigga, you gotta hit the do' Rollin' up this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to make a plan Tuggin' on yo' main bitch hand, tryin' to make a friend This time for escapade only make the tec a-spray I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the Escalade You got a problem, we ain't fightin' like a man One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun Yo, Fig' never play with them guns, no you hear me Fig' ain't shot nuttin' up but kill spirits Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the losses One-on-one fightin' for stripes with right crosses Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head rush Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let they lead bust I been a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible] and Kenny Ken Used to chuck 'em by the corner sto' whoever win Them was my O.G.'s and I was just a B.G. Whoever want to see me, Figgaro can [Incomprehensible] But now we got them old niggaz, that bust with they tommy But caught without they tommy, get rushed like salami 'Cause everybody tired of them R.I.P.'s We 'bout to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to all our streets Now, cowards wanna pack and killers wanna cruise and Real niggaz stand alone, mayne and do what we do I wanna bust you but homey, let me ask you Why you wanna play with that gun and make me blast you Moms all cryin' and shit, she gotta ask you [Incomprehensible] better to save on caskets you dumb, nigga Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun Oh, boy, old friends like to make up and get cavi Hell nah, she in the club wit'cho baby, daddy She got the coat on, he bought you for yo' birthday You kickin' back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way Team on preem' like he hangin' out with 'Pac brother And you a boss for not cuttin' him with the boxcutter And it was cool 'til this chick really got to trippin' Spittin' drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up pimpin' Zoked out like fat boy, you can't breathe Bounce back and grab that trick by her fuckin' weave Bring her to the flo', teach her 'bout the get low She gon' really know, mob her on the danceflo' Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun Yeah, I gotta acknowledge them fo' carloads of HP niggaz That came to Fillmoe for y'all, one-on-ones, mayne and y'all got it, mayne Niggaz put the guns down and after that nigga, it was real big They get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga To them three young Sunnydale niggaz Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz, mayne And all y'all wanted was one-on-ones and y'all got it nigga Stripes for that Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun © SONGS OF KOCH; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com