at a pre announced site A head on my shoulders and I feel all right Alter the courses Stand near my flames Questionable sources, only dropping names Dropping names
Übersetzung: Die Kirche. Dropping Names.
'll stack nines for that Cola Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims Why say somethin about my name? Don'
a nigga, but think that you can't have a nigga Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself If you scared go to church, I know it hurts To find out
from me I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work When theb album drop they go bezerk Mad
turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your
wanna bring the noise, talkin bout me and my boys Disrespected on a regular like a nigga got caught Well it's all about his Mo Thug music Put my name
Now I leave them all in the never-never land The station seems so cold, the ticket's in my hand My girl calls my name "Hi Dave Drop in, see you around
on robbers and rapist Heis helpin little kids deliver newspapers When John Laws not chasin crackheads from their perch Hes helpin old ladys on their way to church Freeze, we said Stop His name
young weak fish Hooked on those poor wonders, till they want you alone Though they can't tell a cuckoo-clock from the squeals of saxophones That's when they'll fear my name
in the back of the Mclaren, I don't give a fuck What your name is, Were gunna call you Hot and Bi, I hope your Bi, But in the mean your name is Sharon
my right arm Crackhead stop it, dope pusher stop it The father sent me a message and I came to drop it The prophet is to love each other Michael Jordan
: (feat. Ludacris) Chorus: She A Very Freaky Girl Dont Bring Her To Mamma First You Get Her Name Then You Get Her Number Then You Get Some Brain In
recorder so its only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche - its for yourself that's important If a stripper named Porscha and u get tips
Now we back in the air to the Metropolis, Project shit Hellhole is bottomless The beast will crawl out of it Apocalypse, Communist Name remains anonymous
in my mixin' bowl, full of wicked souls Let the rhymes cook 'em till the pot whistle Till the top fizzle, rhymes are not pistols These rhymes are drop
't you Just quit the contemplating cause I'll box you in your muthafuckin mouth (Big Boi) My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop Like
the trunk it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods you better stop Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh [Big Boi]
