Lyrics Don't Drop It - G. Love
Dont
don
don
dont
drop
it
Won′t
you
pass
that
mic
right
here
You
know
i
will
not
f**kin
drop
it
So
you
thought
that
i
would
stop
it
But
i
got
more
shits
in
my
pocket
CHORUS
I
say
don't
(duh
dont
dont)
drop
it,
The
funky
beat
(x3)
This
is
how
we
kick
it
And
this
is
how
we
do
it
This
original
styles
mine
So
why
would
you
ruin
it
So
you
thought
that
G
was
all
washed
up
But
the
ring
around
the
collar
is
so
damn
tough
You
know
i′m
not
the
type
of
brutha
like
enoughs
enough
And
what
you
want
to
start
something
When
you
start
it
all
See
i
flow
like
the
breeze
Right
down
the
road
Mind
my
own
biz
you
I
find
my
mother
load
Im
getting
paid
in
the
shade
For
the
words
that
i
say
With
the
rules
that
i
play
For
the
moves
that
i
make
Its
amazing
just
like
the
boy
Peter
paker
sink
white
as
a
cloud
my
souls
deep
And
deep
gets
my
stuff
The
deep
that
you
did
The
best
tasting
water
in
the
bottom
of
the
well
Raining
like
a
thunderstorm
And
you
about
to
get
wet
cause
the
heat
is
on
Coming
up
Coming
on
Coming
on
(x3)
Im
coming
up
Im
coming
on
Im
coming
I
got
the
blues
brother
Like
dan
aykroyd
I
smoke
a
lotta
weed
But
it
dont
get
paranoid
Dont
freak
I
got
the
flavors
like
lemonade
My
stock
is
steady
rising
like
i'm
on
etrade
I
dont
date
a
girl
with
the
thunder
thighs
I
got
the
mai
tai
special
with
the
light
brown
eyes
To
make
the
bread
you
must
have
the
rise
It
pays
it
pays
to
adverstise
But
i
wont
shove
my
shit
right
down
your
throat
And
if
you
like
my
freestyle
then
check
out
what
i
wrote
Chorus
My
styles
on
lockdown
So
please
dont
pick
my
brain
Tongue
twister
try
to
stump
me
So
i
broke
the
chain
Breaka
breaka
one-nine
You
know
my
cover
is
blown
So
lets
fire
up
this
joint
on
the
microphone
See
i
rock
the
party
hard
but
the
party
wont
break
Said
the
neighbors
were
cool
but
you
made
a
mistake
Damn
the
cops
are
coming
im
running
out
the
back
door
Jump
over
the
fence
you
never
see
me
no
more
Im
coming
on
coming
on
coming
Im
coming
up
Im
coming
on
Im
coming
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