(feat. Paul Wall)
[Chorus:]

Got the damn top

Got the damn top drop

Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop

Got the damn top

Got the damn top drop

Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop

Got the damn top

Got the damn top drop

Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop

Got the damn top

Got the damn top drop

Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop



[Verse 1:]

For you jackers that's hatin

Run up try to rob yeahh bitch I'm a be waitin

In the country see me skatin

On my chrome lookin good

You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood

Still leather and the wood that's tradition down in texas

Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus

Bitch by my side in my ride lookin lovely

Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin on no bubbly

Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin by the crowd

And& the dro got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud

I'm a H-Town nigga.

Reppin for P.A.T.

Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe and Pimp C

I'm a Shine for my city fuck them haters talkin down

So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin round

07 was a hard one but I can be found

In my slab puffin pounds tryna take away my frown

And I...



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[Verse 2: Paul Wall]

I got my mind on my money and my glock in my hand

Grindin hard, paper stackin tryna follow the plan

Pullin, gloss and steams chasin million dollar dreams

Livin the thug life I get it by any means

When times get hard I got no one to hold me down

So I ride with the top down and cruise around town

The boppers in line; cause I been known to be a slab rider

Comin down clean, marchin like a freedom fighter

When you ride 4's patna stay strapped

The gone catch ya at the light and put one in ya cap

See I keep it in my lap; I ain't slippin for none

I ain't got sprayed by any but homie I ain't done

I'm bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens

I'm thinkin... ?... with bout 4-15's

See the leather is perforated; them boys gone sho hate it

My slab is undisputed I'm the number one rated

With my Top Drop



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[Verse 3:]

While they waitin on me to fall; I'm a still stand tall

Ball hard in the mall

I been shinin for a while; haters ya in denial

Since back in 9 -8 I been wreckin freestyles

With spit lines that'll put a smile on ya child

And do a song that'll make the hood go wild

The flow versatile; When they hear it they like wow

That boy got talent yeah I like your style.

But uhhh

No pressure; don't let the bullshit stress ya

A... ? with somebody test ya

God bless ya

Ya Grind lesser; ya shine lesser

Ya win when you don't let this material shit impress ya

Insides like a dresser; woodgrain on the dash

My motto; Fuck pain put my name on the cash

I used to wish and dream I could swang on the glass

Now cars, clothes, & hoes is a thang of the past

And I...



Got the damn top

Got the damn top drop

Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop

Got the damn top

Got the damn top drop

Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop

Got the damn top

Got the damn top drop

Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop

Got the damn top

Got the damn top drop

Got the Got the damn top drop

Got my glock Clocked.