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YING YANG TWINS lyrics : "Drop"

[Verse 1:]
Everybody in the club in the heat
Pussy get to poppin when we holdin the beat

Bitches throwin up they posin hands
Ass keep poppin out these female pants
Every mother$#[email protected] sippin on liquor

See the crunker they be gettin when they be drinkin a beer
And they be pullin on a mmoma like, "Bitch come here"
Pullin on a momma like, "Bitch come here~! " [scream]

I'm Santa Claus, didn't you hear?
Tell Johnny Saint Dick what you want this year
And we might get it to yo' $$# by the summer

Who, Peter Pancakin with a thumper
You, know we crank the club
Black magic in here, so drank it up

And you gon' be just as drunk as us
You gon' be just as drunk as us


[Chorus:]
Fin' to take it to the stage - "DRRROP! "
Put it all in the face - "DRRROP! "

Make it flow in the place - "DRRROP! "
'Fore a little buddy gotta bank - "DRRROP! " just to see you
Drop that mother$#[email protected]! (Drop that mother-$#[email protected])

Drop that mother$#[email protected]! (Drop that mother-$#[email protected])
Drop that mother$#[email protected]! (Drop that mother-$#[email protected])
Drop that mother$#[email protected]! (Drop that mother-$#[email protected])


[Verse 2:]
Now let me put you up on somethin different

All female need to pay attention
I wanna see you gyrate on the flo'
Move your body body like you want this dough

This one right here for the sexy girl
With a two-piece on, go on work it girl
She'll make you keep comin, spendin yo' money

When yo' mind need to be on yo' woman
But the way she move you hypnotized
Now you got #[email protected] all in your eyes

(AY~!) Bartender, bring another round
Tips shorty on the pole, start slidin down [KA-CHING]
Fuck it, might as well make it rain

Cause #[email protected] all around you callin yo' name
They know what they got and they know how to use it
(Drop that mother$#[email protected]!) To the music


[Chorus]


[Interlude:]
When you see her on the flo'
You know, she droppin to the music

(Yup-yup, we like that)
(Yup, yup yup-yup, we like that)
Put it all in yo' face

And still be droppin to the music
(Yup-yup, we like that)
(Yup, yup yup-yup, we like that)

Drop that mother$#[email protected]! "DRRROP! " ("Aww, aww yeah")
Drop that mother$#[email protected]! "DRRROP! " ("Aww, aww yeah")
("Aww, aww yeah")


[Verse 3:]
Breakin it down and makin your rounds

On my house, see you the baddest (*##$ in the town
Layin it down, they like the way she screw up the ground (screw up the ground)
Round and around she went

Representin for the rent and the presidents
Hella thick, quick like some instant grits
Boy that's it, hot out the mother$#[email protected] oven

Buzzin, plus she doin the %#@! that you lovin

[Chorus]


"DRRROP! " [x8]

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Writer(s): Rick Rubin, Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Michael Louis Diamond
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