Turf Drop - E-40

Drop

Drop

Drop

(Ooh) He steady on da grip, squeezer on his hip

Every way he flip, he on like shit

Butterfly doors, look like a spaceship

Flip flop paint, gave his car a facelift

Pull up on the set, touch screen deck

Speakers in the grill, bro bruv wet

He waking the game up, he drippin like sweat

The suction on the pipes sound like a baby jet

Steady pulling his pants up, my youngin got giggs

Don’t let the dance fool you, here take this

He eatin real good, you never see his ribs

H grew up in the hood, he gt it how he live (ooh)

Him and his partners clicked-up

Psychedelic dreads with they beanies flipped up (uuh)

What you slappin in?

I’m slappin in my box

I’m scootin by the spot

I got em hittin the drop