Project Pat - Tops Drop Lyrics
Tops Drop(Fat Pat)Welcome to the land wherd it just dont stopTrunks pop , tops drop , and the front end hopPank flop screens on , actin bad in my zoneYeah it's on , ridin chrome , ballin at my homeJusta a place , don't hate showin up at da stateCaint wait get it stright while the front end brakeHey itd cost to be boss, lookin good when i flossSunshine let it down , turn it up inclineRoll around hit your block drunk gone or notLet it up , let it pop like bump the whole blockSouthside how we holdin all the gangsta's throwedMusic hittin so hard knockin outside mobileHit the highway tokin dro' goin let it rollHo what the drink fired of shoin up in the glowHome chrome , high side , throwin up the south sideGivin nigga daps comin down breakin the slab(Choris 1)Trunks keep popinTops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop)Trunks keep poppinTops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop)(Fat Pat)now whats up H-town cause we know what they fillinthree wheeler, vobe pealer, actin bad for scrillaPushin burner , bouncin turners , sittin low on vougeIm pullin through the lot , slammin doors and buttonsAnd ima slide, slide, slippity slidePop trunk, let it down sho up in my rideThrow out the red carpet , ima bout to park itVaile , Piece and chain, starch is in my jeansHit the club , showin love tip the dancer a dubGot killa in the club , smoke after the clubOne more time for there mind ima go put it downIts that boy fat pat yeah i gots to climb.........(Choris 2)Ima just goin drop iiiiiiitttt, alllllllll night loooooong yeeeaahhhhYyyyyyeeahhhh, yyyyyyyeeaaaahhhIma just goin drop iiiiiiitttt all night looooooong yyyeeeahhhhhdrop it , drop it, drop it(Choris 1)X-2Trunks keep popinTops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop)Trunks keep poppinTops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop)(FatPat)Gettin ya laced on the thing they call the freezeBout seen on the track with P A TKnow they see how it be , im just a G*****ed op on three , blowin on a whole treeC.B in the drop crowdin down on boysRight behind a Mr. lincoln my favorite tokeCandy red , with the screens im riding a freakBeemers triple beem makin reality a dreamSippin lean , Sticky green make me clown the whole sceneUropeians with the grille making all haters chillWhy show when they can steal strippin wood grain grilleRun the light , shine'n bright , float a smooth as a kiteTrunk crack , fat pat , breakin all hata's hatsWhere they at , where they at, 'for i pull out my gatLooking good is understood flossin for my hoodtaking pride in my ride like every player should(Choris 1) X-2Trunks keep popinTops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop)Trunks keep poppinTops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop)
