Stop, Drop, Roll
Hooked on hip-hop phonics
Yeah, it works for me, so jump aboard
Yeah, this train is free, the conductor
Let me toot my whistle, the instructor of the funky uncle fizzle
We be dancing on a lake when it ain't froze over
We be walking on water while you're sinking your rover
If you step any close, you'll be eatin' some teeth
So please, step back, I entreat
I dish deep like deep dish supreme
Step large, walk hard on a two-man team (yup!)
Gangsta lean, I'm kitchen clean
We gettin' clout like a carnivore gots gout
So shout out loud
All you party people bring it when the time is decreed
Your feet are in need of a one step, two-step
TCB like Bubba Ho-Tep baby
Stop!
Drop!
Roll, roll
Stop!
Drop!
Roll, roll
Look, tonight's the night, P Dot Early's on the mic
I came to get the party hyped
Dressed to the nines, punchline
I got more dimes than a fourth grade lunch line
I'm gonna get mine, mine, stake mine, really
Chi-town cat getting cheese like Philly
Order steak at the grilly, I flow chilly
Put jokes on every rapper, like Laffy Taffy silly
Look, I make the groove get down
I love the way she shakes that little ghetto booty girl, like (oh!)
Hold up, touch your knees to your elbows
She likes my kicks, betcha Nike don't sell those
But I bet you sweat your weave out the Velcro
Let your milk shake, put them fries on the track
Let me fill your order girl, I'm a Big Mac
And you's a chicken nugget head, dip it in my chit-chat
Stop!
Drop!
Roll, roll
Stop!
Drop!
Roll, roll
Cast my net off the side of a boat
I ain't pulled up fish, I pulled up a microphone and some dope beats
Unsurpassable feats, surpassed by me, fortnightly (walk softly)
But I carry a big stick, nasty, oh, it's so fantastic
Like Lincoln, lemme log, lemme log
We the slammer, Emcees is Pogs
We be on ya like a boar hog on a corn cob
Like a dog on a pole, like a rat on a Cheetos
Like a polo popped collar on an alt-bro
Like skinny jeans wherever hipsters roll (woo!)
It's day old and bold, so put some bag balm on it
'Cause I'm told, from pole to pole, from coast to coast
We smooth as hummus on fancy toast
They're bringing out the nanny, ladies and gentlemen
Can't Stop Won't Stop, mega
They're coming through the door
They're holding the scepter, so put away your sword, just leave it alone
Can't Stop Won't stop, they're coming home to roost
Yeah, it works for me, so jump aboard
Yeah, this train is free, the conductor
Let me toot my whistle, the instructor of the funky uncle fizzle
We be dancing on a lake when it ain't froze over
We be walking on water while you're sinking your rover
If you step any close, you'll be eatin' some teeth
So please, step back, I entreat
I dish deep like deep dish supreme
Step large, walk hard on a two-man team (yup!)
Gangsta lean, I'm kitchen clean
We gettin' clout like a carnivore gots gout
So shout out loud
All you party people bring it when the time is decreed
Your feet are in need of a one step, two-step
TCB like Bubba Ho-Tep baby
Stop!
Drop!
Roll, roll
Stop!
Drop!
Roll, roll
Look, tonight's the night, P Dot Early's on the mic
I came to get the party hyped
Dressed to the nines, punchline
I got more dimes than a fourth grade lunch line
I'm gonna get mine, mine, stake mine, really
Chi-town cat getting cheese like Philly
Order steak at the grilly, I flow chilly
Put jokes on every rapper, like Laffy Taffy silly
Look, I make the groove get down
I love the way she shakes that little ghetto booty girl, like (oh!)
Hold up, touch your knees to your elbows
She likes my kicks, betcha Nike don't sell those
But I bet you sweat your weave out the Velcro
Let your milk shake, put them fries on the track
Let me fill your order girl, I'm a Big Mac
And you's a chicken nugget head, dip it in my chit-chat
Stop!
Drop!
Roll, roll
Stop!
Drop!
Roll, roll
Cast my net off the side of a boat
I ain't pulled up fish, I pulled up a microphone and some dope beats
Unsurpassable feats, surpassed by me, fortnightly (walk softly)
But I carry a big stick, nasty, oh, it's so fantastic
Like Lincoln, lemme log, lemme log
We the slammer, Emcees is Pogs
We be on ya like a boar hog on a corn cob
Like a dog on a pole, like a rat on a Cheetos
Like a polo popped collar on an alt-bro
Like skinny jeans wherever hipsters roll (woo!)
It's day old and bold, so put some bag balm on it
'Cause I'm told, from pole to pole, from coast to coast
We smooth as hummus on fancy toast
They're bringing out the nanny, ladies and gentlemen
Can't Stop Won't Stop, mega
They're coming through the door
They're holding the scepter, so put away your sword, just leave it alone
Can't Stop Won't stop, they're coming home to roost
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Winters Hatch, David Fahr Peterson, David Conley Hawkins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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