Drop Top [Album Version]

Lyrics

[Intro Dialogue: E-Dawg & Filthy Rich] [E-Dawg] Oh yeah. It's E-D-O-G in the house for the nine-trey I got my homeboy from the O Filthy Rich in the house What's up my nigga? [Fithy Rich] Oh you know, I'm just kicking it Got the day, got the drrink, got the bank, and it's all good Hot weather, what you want to do today? [E-Dawg] You already know, my nigga Drop the top and let's roll of these fools [Verse 1: E-Dawg] Creep with me as I roll through the hood Triple go deep, drop top up to no good Much bitches, switches for the three wheel motion Keep niggas sprung while I'm coasting Got the 9-Glock for the jackers Nicknaming D-O-G, you get pecked out So I let shit happen so I got to watch my back Can't get caught slipping cause I might get attack By a fool trying to steal my rims Shoot him in the dome and give him a little head trim And then I'm outtie cause 187 would get you locked up And I ain't about to take that rap cause it's fucked up So buck up, beware of the owner of the vehicle Creeping real low in the motherfucking 6-4 Bumping the oldie from my homie, Rick James Playing I'm in love with Mary Jane Top down, looking around for some himmies First stop, 7-11, for some Jimmies Prop up, fucking in my system, cranium bouncing Swinging to the rhythm as I'm rolling in my trizza [Hook] I'm rolling in my drop top and I don't plan to stop Rolling in my drop top, doo doo-da-de-di-doo-du doo doo Rolling in my drop top and I don't plan to stop Rolling in my drop top [Verse 2: Filthy Rich] My man, I'm having those, so of course I got hoes The alias is Filthy Rich so you know I got fours I got dope, green dough, fat stacks at that Take me a toke and I'm destined for the track I'm mack with an ack, this smooth like fifth gear Assume to die by my twenty fifth year here You know the script, I'm not going out Stabbing, drop tops, and cops is what lives about Being a dog, walking like I'm E-Dawg, stressing like the Jetsons Tempted to push up claws of fog Hopping state to state, a hog Copping latex for them real hot dates, yup I hate motel rates, I can't get dips at your crip, yous gots to wait Time for some bank, pushing up on the phone, puts on twenties Press up on the phone and ready to bone some slimmies They know the time, tell your friend to bring some in [What kind of friend?] Let me see, it depends, I press send Connect with the K-9, hot sons beaming hot The drop top with the main line and I'm rolling [Hook] Rolling in my drop top and I don't plan to stop Rolling in my drop top, doo doo-da-di-da-doo-du doo doo Rolling in my drop top and I don't plan to stop Rolling in my drop top Oooo, my drop top, oooo Baby, ooo, my drop top, baby My drop top Oooo yeah