Tops Drop
(专辑: Ghetto Dreams - 1998)
[Fat Pat:] Welcome to the
land, where it just don't stop Trunks pop tops drop, see and the
front end hop Paint flop screens on, acting bad in the
zone Yeah it's on riding chrome, balling at my home Texas plates don't hate, showing up in the
state Can't wait get it straight, while the
front end break Paid the
cost to be the
boss, looking good when I
floss Sunshine let it down, turn it up and clown Fool around hit your block, trunk going on knock Let it up let it pop, light up the
whole block Southside how we hold, on a
gangsta stroll Music hitting so hard, knocking off side molds Hit the
highway, cruise control, go on let it roll Po' up the
drank fire it up, make sho' the
windows closed On chrome high side, throwing up the
Southside Giving niggas dap coming down, wrecking the
slab [Hook x2:] Trunks keep popping Tops keep dropping down in Houston Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop, tops drop [Fat Pat:] Now what's up H-Town, cause we know that they feel us Three wheeler four peeler, acting bad for scrilla Swisha burna bouncing turner, sitting low on 4's I'm pulling through the
lot, slamming do's on buttons And I'mma slide slide, slippidy slide Pop trunk let it down, show up in my ride Roll out the
red carpet, never buy it to park it Valet piece and chain, starch is my jeans Hit the
club showing love, tip the
dancer a
dub Got killa in the
club, for after the
club One more time for they mind, I'mma gon put it down It's that boy Fat Pat, yeah I
got's to clown I
just wanna drop it, all night long Yeah, yeah, I
just wanna drop it All night long yeah, drop it, drop it, drop it [Hook x2] [Fat Pat:] And you laced on the
game, that cost a
fee Bouncing on the
track, with P-A-T Now they see how it be, I'm just a G
Cocked up on three, blowing on a
whole tree See me in the
drop, crawling down on boys Right behind him is the
Lincoln, my favorite toy Candy red with the
screens, and I'm riding on cream Mean mugs triple beams, make reality a
dream Sipping lean sticky green, make em cloud the
whole scene Europeans what the
deal, making all haters chill While I
show my naked skills, gripping wood grain grills Running lights shining bright, floating smooth as a
kite Trunk cracked Fat Pat, breaking all haters hats Where they at where they at, 'fore I
pull out my gat Looking good it's understood, flossing for my hood Taking pride in my ride, like every playa should [Hook x4] Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop [x3]