(*talking*)

Ha, hold up out the Shop looking good

Know I'm tal'n bout, Rayface out the Shop

Slim, them boys out the Shop

It's going down, know I'm saying

Me, C-Styles and Big Sin, 2002

Drop L-Dogs looking good, this how it go down

Know I'm saying, er'body acting bad

Believe that Troy, this how we gon do it ha



[Hook]

Man I'm in my drop-drop, rolling on the chop-chop

Boppers gon bop-bop, but it don't stop-stop

Third Coast's finest, feel what we spitting

Like a platinum Rolex, we just roll we ain't ticking

Balling in the mix, gotta get the drank mix

Ooh fool, this is what we do

Throw up a deuce, then we just smash

E, Slim and C watch us mash for our cash



[Slim Thug]

I top drop on 4's, and pop trunk on hoes

I'm closing candy do's, free on blow snow

From the Tre to the Fo', in my topless dancer

It's that elbow pouncer, yellow bone enhancer

I can make you catch cancer, cause I smoke so much

I stack do' so much, I wreck the flow so much

I get much respect, when I come down your block

And what you call rags, but we call drops

When my trunk unlock, the whole block gon stop

Cause I'ma make the boppers bop, and your mama call the cops

I got five T.V.'s, playing DVD's

While me and three G's, blowing on three trees

And it's 80 degrees, top dropping weather

The weather done got better, I'm lied back on leather

A young trend setter, whenever I ride

I'm top dropping worldwide, representing H-Town



[Hook]



[E.S.G.]

I'm out the Shop don't stop, my top dropped for the summer

Everything dipped in chrome, from my rims to my bumper

Low pro Yokohamas, eight fifteen's knock

(*beeping*), remote control air shocks

Trunk pop hang flip, flop I'm on the tip-top

Two liter Sprite, bout to hit the sip spot

Haters get got, got a stash spot for glock

Infrared dot, protect the rocks in my watch

Dump it like a Sasquatch, when it chop your block

Nuts the size of watermelons, did you see tell him we hot

Got the game in a headlock, we coming through

While them haters shoo-shoo, we run choo-choo's

Like hoo-doo, we put hexes on niggaz

T.V.'s in the headrest, DTS'ing these niggaz

Best in Texas nigga, so back-back fool

We ride with heat, the size of Shaq's shoes



[Hook]



[C-Styles]

Drop top trunk pop, I'm mashing fast

Pop my trunk I show my glass, I'm acting a damn ass

A screen on my dash, size of computer screens

You can hear the six fifteen's, and the V-dozen machine

I'm pulling up mean, and my candy still dripping

Mix the Sprite with the lean, and I'm still sipping

Got Mr. Q-Y, and them haters set tripping

I got the Lexus back, and I'm S-Class flipping

I swang to the lot, to get the drop PT Cruiser

Throw the boy out the roof, representing Bogalusa

We slamming E.S.G., we got's to get the Cardiers

Cause we ball like Jason, Dujan and Battier

Sixteen-five for a bird, so nigga quit hating

In Texas they ride swangs, in Louisiana it's daytons

Screens fall no hesitation, my trunk still shaking

And the four 18's, got my Neons breaking



[Hook]



[E.S.G.]

Drop, tops

Swang on bops, fuck cops

Whoa, no

That's how Dirty South niggaz roll