Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
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Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
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Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town (swangin on fo's)
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Top drop down, top top drop down
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Top top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
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Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
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Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town (swangin-swangin on fo's)
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Top drop down, top top drop down
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Top top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
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[Pimp C:]
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When the top starts fallin the bitches start callin
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My trunk start bangin and the fo's start crawlin
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The drank mixed up, in the cream soda bottle
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Her lips, hit my dick that's why I smashed on the throttle
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Swisha Sweet candy, Robert Davis in my cup
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I'm swervin like Bootsy but I couldn't give a fuck (fuck)
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You see this car? (You see this car?)
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You see this truck? (You see this truck?)
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They both for me now watch them girls get buck (buck)
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Ain't shit friendly but we still have fun (fun)
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UGK for life, you know the Pimp and the Bun (Bun)
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The great state of Texas, candy in the Lexus
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Dick for them hoes jaws, pistols for the flexers
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Somebody asked me why I'm ridin on the East
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All I did was told the truth, the bullshit niggaz cease (cease)
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If you ain't hatin nigga why the fuck you mad?
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If your records ain't sellin, get your fingers out ya ass, bitch!
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[Bun B:]
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Well it's the king of the trill (trill) wood wheel in my palm (palm)
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Yeah I'm sittin sideways on suedes smokin that bomb (bomb)
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The granddaddy kush mixed with a little O.G. (fo' sho')
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That's my breakfast, off top I gotta blow three
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Not to mention codeine, liquid and the pill (pill)
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Bloats on my grill with my hand on my steel (steel)
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Just another day in the life of a King
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So while the candy paint drip, and the Cadillac swing
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I'ma gon' and pop the trunk, surely but slowly
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Let you see my name in lights, just so you know me
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I'm gettin more points than Kobe, for my G-ness
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Regardless of who's comin after me you gon' see list
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Rims ain't big enough, paint don't glisten
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And your trunk don't even rattle from your Colby Jet system (no)
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Your slab ain't holdin, ain't no use to you frontin
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And I'm fin' to shut the game down when I push the button
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And the.. [echoes]
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[Cory Mo:]
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Swangin on fo's nigga, uhh
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Back on the slab for the first time, I'm full of that purp' nine
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Boys mad at me cause I know what I'm worth now
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Droppin them tops down, beatin the blocks down
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Leavin 'em with they mouth wide, stuck at the stop sign
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Blow-Pop candy paint glistenin off my panky rang
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Listenin to some old school Underground Kiiiiingz
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So you know I'm sittin on swaaaaang
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Cory Mo about to do the damn thaaaaang
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In the butter guts with the diamond in the back
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King Kongs in the trunk, hit the switch and watch it crack
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I'ma let my paper stack and quote nothin but facts
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So don't "ax" me nothin partner 'less you droppin some cash (cash)
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Now she hoppin it fast (fast) that's just how I like it (like it)
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Turn around and show me somethin girl I'm gettin excited (oooh)
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Ain't nobody trippin cause the money already made
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I done said it befo', so I'ma say it again
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And let my top drop dowwwwwn
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[Chorus]
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Top Drop Dyne
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