grind I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need
[Chorus] Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just
] I don't know why they hate us [yeah] Is it our ladies? [uh-huh] Or our drop Mercedes [uhh, uhh] Bay-bee bay-BEE! Verse Two: Puff Daddy I was in one
a real dyme when you see one Sippin on a shirly, hollerin at your girly One full pocket stay fatty And I take it to the house so much they call me young Trick Daddy
paint drip look clean then a mug Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em [Slim
this) [x4] [Fat Pat] Go on shake it go on break it, body rock with me It's the F-A to the T, call me the sugar daddy With the Grand Papi, on a Southside
They look at you like you strange and start playing little games But if I roll up in a Benz, they whole attitude will changed They don't want a man they rather have a trick
don't know why they hate us {yeah} Is it our ladies? {uh-huh} Or our drop Mercedes {uhh, uhh} Bay-bee bay-BEE! {Verse Two: Puff Daddy} I was in one
(feat. Mase, Puff Daddy, Salt & Pepa, Onyx) {Verse 1: Run} It was December 24 on Hollis after the dark My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest
) there he go (there he go) real girls make them boys get low where he at (where he at) there he go (there he go) real girls make them boys get low
to get exposed, and play with they nose And bend they pussy over, for my nigga, and touch they toes She do that shit for daddy, but them tricks gotta
B make you drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Ha
yeah We ridin clean, on them things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin dro, gettin low round here, yeah [Verse 2 - Trick Daddy
(feat. Money Mark, Rick Ross, Deuce Poppi, Mystic) [Trick Daddy] Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night [Hook x2] I'm goin' all way out bout mine Best dat a
[D-LOC] you know the king klick, yeah we got the bomb weed, we got the southern kali shit that make ya eyes bleed, daddy x, d-loc and that boy Johnny