Drop (feat. Fatman Scoop)
Fatman Scoop
Crooked Clan
Timbaland
Timbaland
Fatman Scoop
Crooked Clan
Timbaland
Timbaland
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Gotta do, gotta do, gotta do, gotta do
Awe Lord, guess who's comin'?
Timbaland a.k.a. Freaky Field Drummins
Who gon get it crunk like me? Timbaland
Or that nigga Scoop a.k.a. Fatman
We guarantee to make the party people bounce
Fellas say "oh"
Girls say "ow"
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bashful, girl back it up
Throw it girl, like a smoke at me
Shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl, shake it like you burnin' from a suntan
My dog gripped it, grab it like it was a stolen can
What you talkin' bout who gettin back?
Better get on the dance floor, drop it like it was a Cadillac
What you talkin' bout cutting you slack?
Girl, girl, you better bend that back
Where my girls real deep in the club?
Can't wait to hit the bar and get effed up
With my dogs, got more than a hundred bucks
Can't wait to free one with a big ol' butt
Will we start to turn it out?
You must learn to Crump 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 wop, now drop
Yo, don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes, damn soft thighs, now drop
Waistline five, six, seven,now drop
One time, all in together, now drop
Yo, don't stop, don't stop
Get your freak on, the club be gone
We ain't put the album out, niggas got the leak on
I done rolled up in the club, see no hoe with a thong
Came hurr cause at first she was singin' the song
Shorty rockin Donna, she will push and pop in
Red bone with a bop, she was stoppin n droppin'
Stoppin n droppin'? Girl it's the part of the song
Where you need me snakin and woppin
Snakin n woppin? Yeah hoe mag made this song
Y'all niggas still poppin n lockin
Ain't no zone if you into white girl
Ain't turbo rockin the damn curl
Watch your back hoe, imma break it down slow
When you get it right girl, go for what you know
Wiggle a bit, stop, drop
Get up, snake, freak wop
Wiggle a bit, stop, drop
Get up, snake, freak wop
Get off the wall, hands off your balls
Yeah nigga with the drink in your hand trynNa ball
You move shorty, I done showed you to dance girl
Goin once, goin twice, you done lost your chance
Now stop for big pawn, stop for big pawn
Drop a big L, drop a 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 wop now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes, down south thighs, now drop
Waistline 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 chillin, Tim is chillin
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'll be leavin' this club with Stacey Dash
I ain't cute enough but my Jimmy got a flick n a shimmy
I'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy
All my shadow people, wickit-where ya at?
All my Broadway people, wickir-where ya at?
All my fellas in the back with cognac
With my girls who think they got it like that
All my independent women, wickit-where ya at?
All my get money dawgs, wickit-where ya at?
Where my girls in the thongs just shakin their thangs
If you love to sing along, nigga holler 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 wop now drop
Yo, don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes, down south thighs, now drop
Waistline five, six, seven now drop
One time, all in together now drop
Yo, don't stop, don't stop
Show me what you're working with (Back it up back it up)
Show me what you're working with (back it up back it up)
Show me what you're working with (back it up back it up)
Show me what you're working with (back it up back it up)
Bend ova, bend ova, bend ova
Bend ova, bend ova, bend ova
(Back it up, back it up, back it up)
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, what, what, what
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, what, what, what
Right now
Ugh
Hey
Hey
Hey y'all
Come on hey
Come on hey
Come on hey
Come on, let me talk to you
Hey girl (leave your kids behind)
Come on girl, back it up
(You're my ride or die-ie)
Hey
(Can your fellow be mine)
Let me grind
(We haven't even started to rock)
(It's a party girl)
What, hey what
(It's a party girl)
Hey girl (whoo)
Bounce with me
You can bounce with me (come on)
You can bounce with me, hey, yeah
You can bounce with me, hey, hey
You can bounce with me
Hey, let it drop
Let it, let it, let it drop
Let it, let it, let it drop
Let it, let it, let it drop
Come on girl
Leave your kids behind (come on girl, get it right)
Girl I'll ride tonight yeah (what)
Get to get up n grind (let me get up on the booth)
Then we can start up a riot, yeah (say what)
Yeah
Let dance, let me dance, let me dance a bit haha
Let me dance, let me dance, let me dance a bit haha
Let me dance, let me girl, let me girl
Crooked Clan
Timbaland
Timbaland
Fatman Scoop
Crooked Clan
Timbaland
Timbaland
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Gotta do, gotta do, gotta do, gotta do
Awe Lord, guess who's comin'?
Timbaland a.k.a. Freaky Field Drummins
Who gon get it crunk like me? Timbaland
Or that nigga Scoop a.k.a. Fatman
We guarantee to make the party people bounce
Fellas say "oh"
Girls say "ow"
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bashful, girl back it up
Throw it girl, like a smoke at me
Shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl, shake it like you burnin' from a suntan
My dog gripped it, grab it like it was a stolen can
What you talkin' bout who gettin back?
Better get on the dance floor, drop it like it was a Cadillac
What you talkin' bout cutting you slack?
Girl, girl, you better bend that back
Where my girls real deep in the club?
Can't wait to hit the bar and get effed up
With my dogs, got more than a hundred bucks
Can't wait to free one with a big ol' butt
Will we start to turn it out?
You must learn to Crump 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 wop, now drop
Yo, don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes, damn soft thighs, now drop
Waistline five, six, seven,now drop
One time, all in together, now drop
Yo, don't stop, don't stop
Get your freak on, the club be gone
We ain't put the album out, niggas got the leak on
I done rolled up in the club, see no hoe with a thong
Came hurr cause at first she was singin' the song
Shorty rockin Donna, she will push and pop in
Red bone with a bop, she was stoppin n droppin'
Stoppin n droppin'? Girl it's the part of the song
Where you need me snakin and woppin
Snakin n woppin? Yeah hoe mag made this song
Y'all niggas still poppin n lockin
Ain't no zone if you into white girl
Ain't turbo rockin the damn curl
Watch your back hoe, imma break it down slow
When you get it right girl, go for what you know
Wiggle a bit, stop, drop
Get up, snake, freak wop
Wiggle a bit, stop, drop
Get up, snake, freak wop
Get off the wall, hands off your balls
Yeah nigga with the drink in your hand trynNa ball
You move shorty, I done showed you to dance girl
Goin once, goin twice, you done lost your chance
Now stop for big pawn, stop for big pawn
Drop a big L, drop a 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 wop now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes, down south thighs, now drop
Waistline 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 chillin, Tim is chillin
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'll be leavin' this club with Stacey Dash
I ain't cute enough but my Jimmy got a flick n a shimmy
I'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy
All my shadow people, wickit-where ya at?
All my Broadway people, wickir-where ya at?
All my fellas in the back with cognac
With my girls who think they got it like that
All my independent women, wickit-where ya at?
All my get money dawgs, wickit-where ya at?
Where my girls in the thongs just shakin their thangs
If you love to sing along, nigga holler 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 wop now drop
Yo, don't stop, don't stop
Real eyes, down south thighs, now drop
Waistline five, six, seven now drop
One time, all in together now drop
Yo, don't stop, don't stop
Show me what you're working with (Back it up back it up)
Show me what you're working with (back it up back it up)
Show me what you're working with (back it up back it up)
Show me what you're working with (back it up back it up)
Bend ova, bend ova, bend ova
Bend ova, bend ova, bend ova
(Back it up, back it up, back it up)
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, what, what, what
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, what, what, what
Right now
Ugh
Hey
Hey
Hey y'all
Come on hey
Come on hey
Come on hey
Come on, let me talk to you
Hey girl (leave your kids behind)
Come on girl, back it up
(You're my ride or die-ie)
Hey
(Can your fellow be mine)
Let me grind
(We haven't even started to rock)
(It's a party girl)
What, hey what
(It's a party girl)
Hey girl (whoo)
Bounce with me
You can bounce with me (come on)
You can bounce with me, hey, yeah
You can bounce with me, hey, hey
You can bounce with me
Hey, let it drop
Let it, let it, let it drop
Let it, let it, let it drop
Let it, let it, let it drop
Come on girl
Leave your kids behind (come on girl, get it right)
Girl I'll ride tonight yeah (what)
Get to get up n grind (let me get up on the booth)
Then we can start up a riot, yeah (say what)
Yeah
Let dance, let me dance, let me dance a bit haha
Let me dance, let me dance, let me dance a bit haha
Let me dance, let me girl, let me girl
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Melvin Barcliff, I. Freeman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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