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G. Love & Special Sauce

Genres: Rock

Don't Drop It! Lyrics - G. Love & Special Sauce

dont don don dont drop it 

 

Won't you pass that mic right here 

you know i will not fuckin drop it 

so you thought that i would stop it 

but i got more shits in my pocket 

 

CHORUS 

i say don't (duh dont dont) drop it, 

the funky beat (x3) 

 

this is how we kick it 

and this is how we do it 

this original styles mine 

so why would you ruin it 

so you thought that G was all washed up 

but the ring around the collar is so damn tough 

you know i'm not the type of brutha like enoughs enough 

and what you want to start something 

when you start it all 

see i flow like the breeze 

right down the road 

mind my own biz you I find my mother load 

im getting paid in the shade 

for the words that i say 

with the rules that i play 

for the moves that i make 

its amazing just like the boy 

peter paker sink white as a cloud my souls deep 

and deep gets my stuff 

the deep that you did 

the best tasting water in the bottom of the well 

raining like a thunderstorm 

and you about to get wet cause the heat is on 

coming up 

coming on 

coming on (x3) 

im coming up 

im coming on 

im coming 

 

i got the blues brother 

like 

i smoke a lotta weed 

but it dont get paranoid 

dont freak 

i got the flavors like lemonade 

my stock is steady rising like i'm on etrade 

i dont date a girl with the thunder thighs 

i got the mai tai special with the light brown eyes 

to make the bread you must have the rise 

it pays it pays to adverstise 

but i wont shove my shit right down your throat 

and if you like my freestyle then check out what i wrote 

 

Chorus 

 

my styles on lockdown 

so please dont pick my brain 

tongue twister try to stump me 

so i broke the chain 

breaka breaka one-nine 

you know my cover is blown 

so lets fire up this joint on the microphone 

see i rock the party hard but the party wont break 

said the neighbors were cool but you made a mistake 

damn the cops are coming im running out the back door 

jump over the fence you never see me no more 

im coming on coming on coming 

im coming up 

im coming on 

im coming