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
Awww 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 (OH) girls say(ah)
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bashfull girl back it up
Throw it girl like its 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 talking bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor
Drop it like it was a cadillac
What you 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, oh
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, now drop
Waist line five six seven, now drop
One time all in together, now drop
Yo, don't stop don't stop (oh)
Get your freak on at club, be gone
We aint put the album out
Niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club
Seen a ho with a thong
I aint hear good at first
She was singing the song
Shawty rocking donna she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop she was stoping and dropping
Stopping and dropping?
Girl, this the part of the song
When you need be snaking and whopping
Snaking and whopping yeah hoe Mag made the song
Y'all niggas still popping and lockin'
Ain't no zoning in 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 your hand trying to ball
You don't want shawty
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, now drop
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
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 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 ndependent freaky where you at
All my get money dogs freaky where you at
Where my girls with the thongs, 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 (oh)
Yo, don't stop don't stop (oh)
Real eyes down south thighs, now drop (oh)
Waist line five six seven, now drop (oh)
One time all in together, now drop (oh)
Yo don't stop don't stop (oh)
Show me what you working with
Show me what you working with
(Bag it up, bag it up)
Show me what you working with
Show me what you working with
Bend over
Bend over (bag it up, bag it up)
Bend over
Bend over (bag it up, bag it up)
Bend over
Bend over
(Bag it up, bag it up, bag it up, oh)
Now drop
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
One, one, one, now drop (oh)
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
One, one, one, now drop (dreak down)
Oh
Whoa
Oh, hey
Oh, hey
Oh, hey (c'mon)
Oh (c'mon dance)
Oh (c'mon dance)
Oh (c'mon let me talk to you)
Hey girls
Leave your gears behind
C'mon girl bag it up
Girl I'm right behind
(Hey) let your fellow get grind
(Let me grind)
If we could start a new line
It's a party girl (what? hey what?)
It's a party girl, ah
Hey girl
Bounce for me
Make it bounce for me (c'mon)
Make it bounce for me
Make it bounce for me, hey
Make it bounce for me (uh)
Make it dance for me
Let it dry
Let it, let it, let it dry
Let it, let it, let it dry
Let it, let it, let it dry
Uh, come on girl
Leave your gears behind
C'mon girl get right back
Girl I'm right behind
(What) let your fellow get grind
(Let me get up on the hood)
If we could start a new line, yeah
Say what? (yeah)
Uh (yeah)
Whoa
Let me dance, let me dance
Let me dance on it, aha
Let me dance, let me dance
Let me dance on it, aha
Let me dance, let me dance
Let me dance
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
Awww 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 (OH) girls say(ah)
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bashfull girl back it up
Throw it girl like its 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 talking bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor
Drop it like it was a cadillac
What you 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, oh
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, now drop
Waist line five six seven, now drop
One time all in together, now drop
Yo, don't stop don't stop (oh)
Get your freak on at club, be gone
We aint put the album out
Niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club
Seen a ho with a thong
I aint hear good at first
She was singing the song
Shawty rocking donna she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop she was stoping and dropping
Stopping and dropping?
Girl, this the part of the song
When you need be snaking and whopping
Snaking and whopping yeah hoe Mag made the song
Y'all niggas still popping and lockin'
Ain't no zoning in 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 your hand trying to ball
You don't want shawty
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, now drop
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
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 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 ndependent freaky where you at
All my get money dogs freaky where you at
Where my girls with the thongs, 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 (oh)
Yo, don't stop don't stop (oh)
Real eyes down south thighs, now drop (oh)
Waist line five six seven, now drop (oh)
One time all in together, now drop (oh)
Yo don't stop don't stop (oh)
Show me what you working with
Show me what you working with
(Bag it up, bag it up)
Show me what you working with
Show me what you working with
Bend over
Bend over (bag it up, bag it up)
Bend over
Bend over (bag it up, bag it up)
Bend over
Bend over
(Bag it up, bag it up, bag it up, oh)
Now drop
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
One, one, one, now drop (oh)
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
Come on, come on, now drop (oh)
One, one, one, now drop (dreak down)
Oh
Whoa
Oh, hey
Oh, hey
Oh, hey (c'mon)
Oh (c'mon dance)
Oh (c'mon dance)
Oh (c'mon let me talk to you)
Hey girls
Leave your gears behind
C'mon girl bag it up
Girl I'm right behind
(Hey) let your fellow get grind
(Let me grind)
If we could start a new line
It's a party girl (what? hey what?)
It's a party girl, ah
Hey girl
Bounce for me
Make it bounce for me (c'mon)
Make it bounce for me
Make it bounce for me, hey
Make it bounce for me (uh)
Make it dance for me
Let it dry
Let it, let it, let it dry
Let it, let it, let it dry
Let it, let it, let it dry
Uh, come on girl
Leave your gears behind
C'mon girl get right back
Girl I'm right behind
(What) let your fellow get grind
(Let me get up on the hood)
If we could start a new line, yeah
Say what? (yeah)
Uh (yeah)
Whoa
Let me dance, let me dance
Let me dance on it, aha
Let me dance, let me dance
Let me dance on it, aha
Let me dance, let me dance
Let me dance
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Melvin Barcliff, I. Freeman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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