Drop
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Y'all too, y'all too, y'all too, y'all too
Aww Lord guess who's coming
Timbaland A.K.A freaky Phil Drummond
Who can get it crunk like me Timbaland
Oh, my nigga Scoop A.K.A fat man
Weed guaranteed to make the party people bounce
(Fellas say girls say)
Lookin' at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bash full girl back it up
Throw it girl like it's poking man
Shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl shake it like she burning from a sun tan
My dog grip it grab it like it was a soda can
What you're talking 'bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a Cadillac
What you're talking bout cutting nigga slack
Girl girl you betta bend that back
Twelve my girls roll deep in the club
Can't wait to hit the bar and get that thug
Where my dogs that got more than a hundred bucks
Can't wait to freak one of the big old butts
Before we start to turn it out
You must learn to crunk out
Before we start to turn it out
You must first begin to
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Get your freak on at club We ain't put the album out niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club seen a ho with a thong
I ain't hear good at first she was singing the song
Shorty rocking donna she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop she was stopping and dropping
Stopping and dropping this the part of the song where
You need be snaking and popping
Snaking and popping yeah hoe Mag made the song
Y'all niggas still popping and locking
Ain't no zone a white girl
I ain't turbo rocking a damn curl
Watch Mag slow while I break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Get off the wall hands of your balls
Yeah, nigga with the drink in his hand trying to ball
You don't want shorty I can show you the dance
Gone once gone twice you done lost your chance
Now stop for Big Pun stop for Big pun, drop for Big L drop for Big L
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Guess who came with a cape on his back
Pulled up with some gin hopped out the Cadillac
Mag is chilling Tim is chilling
When I get up in this club I'm making a hoe feel it
Got no game but I got big cash
Mess around I be leaving this club with Stacey Dash
I ain't cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmy
I'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy
All my shadow people where freaky where you at
All my Broadway people freaky where you at
Where my fellas in the back with the carnie act
Where my girls who think they got it like that
All my independent freaky where you at
All my get money dogs freaky where you at
Where my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fast
If you love to sing along nigga holla back
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs now drop
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)
Bend over, bend over, bend over, bend over, bend over, bend over
Timbaland, Timbaland
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Y'all too, y'all too, y'all too, y'all too
Aww Lord guess who's coming
Timbaland A.K.A freaky Phil Drummond
Who can get it crunk like me Timbaland
Oh, my nigga Scoop A.K.A fat man
Weed guaranteed to make the party people bounce
(Fellas say girls say)
Lookin' at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bash full girl back it up
Throw it girl like it's poking man
Shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl shake it like she burning from a sun tan
My dog grip it grab it like it was a soda can
What you're talking 'bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a Cadillac
What you're talking bout cutting nigga slack
Girl girl you betta bend that back
Twelve my girls roll deep in the club
Can't wait to hit the bar and get that thug
Where my dogs that got more than a hundred bucks
Can't wait to freak one of the big old butts
Before we start to turn it out
You must learn to crunk out
Before we start to turn it out
You must first begin to
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Get your freak on at club We ain't put the album out niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club seen a ho with a thong
I ain't hear good at first she was singing the song
Shorty rocking donna she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop she was stopping and dropping
Stopping and dropping this the part of the song where
You need be snaking and popping
Snaking and popping yeah hoe Mag made the song
Y'all niggas still popping and locking
Ain't no zone a white girl
I ain't turbo rocking a damn curl
Watch Mag slow while I break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Get off the wall hands of your balls
Yeah, nigga with the drink in his hand trying to ball
You don't want shorty I can show you the dance
Gone once gone twice you done lost your chance
Now stop for Big Pun stop for Big pun, drop for Big L drop for Big L
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Guess who came with a cape on his back
Pulled up with some gin hopped out the Cadillac
Mag is chilling Tim is chilling
When I get up in this club I'm making a hoe feel it
Got no game but I got big cash
Mess around I be leaving this club with Stacey Dash
I ain't cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmy
I'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy
All my shadow people where freaky where you at
All my Broadway people freaky where you at
Where my fellas in the back with the carnie act
Where my girls who think they got it like that
All my independent freaky where you at
All my get money dogs freaky where you at
Where my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fast
If you love to sing along nigga holla back
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs now drop
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with
(Back it up back it up)
Bend over, bend over, bend over, bend over, bend over, bend over
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Melvin Barcliff, I. Freeman
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