Lyrics Drop Ya Thangz - Game

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 box

Yo,I hit the party in my t-shirt and tennis shoes
They all watchin in they hot boys and church suits
Actin tough in the club ain′t gon' get you home
Gettin drunk off of patron just gon′ get doomed
Still steppin on my shoes, boy this nigga happy
This nigga thank he lil' jon and his partner scrappy
Goin dumb with his bitch so he don't like me
This ain′t the south boy, we ain′t crunk we go hyphy
You gotta know the rules, player let it go
You get to trippin' my nigga you gotta hit the do
Rollin up this eight-nine gram I′m tryin' to make a plan
Tuggin on yo′ main bitch hand, tryin' to make a friend
This time for escapade only make the tec a-spray
I′m in the parkin lot, standin by the escalade
You got a problem we ain't fightin like a man
One-on-one with the fig, get yo face in the sand, nigga

Drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga just drop ta thangs and just box
Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga you a bith wit'cho gun, snitch wit′cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit′cho gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit′cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun

Yo fig never playing with them guns, no you hear me
Fig ain′t shot nuttiun up but kills spirits
Fig ain't the one to be, scared of the losses
One-on-one fightin for stripes with right crosses
Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head rush
Bitch nigga rather kick back, and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull since fila and kenny ken
Used to chuck′em by the corner sto' whoever win
Them was my O.G's and I was just a B.G
Whoever want to see me, figgero can
But now we got them old niggaz that bust with they Tommy
But caught without they Tommy get rushed like salami
Cause everybody tired of them R.I.P′s
We ′bout to bring this fightin back, mayne to all our streets
Now, cowards wanna pack and killers wanna cruise and
Real niggaz stand alone mayne and do what we do
I wanna bust you but homey let me ask you
Why you wanna play with that gun and make me blast you
Moms all cryin and shit, she gotta ask you
Better to save on caskets you dumb nigga

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 box
Nigga you a bitch wit'cho gun,snitch wit′cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch wit′cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit′cho gun

Oh boy! Old friends like to make up and get cavi
Hell nah, she in the club wit'cho baby daddy
She got the coat on he bought you for yo' birthday
You kickin′ back, I′m about to clown him with the boxcutter
And it was cool till this chick really got to trippin
Spittin drink in yo' face, boy she popped up pimpin
Zoked out like, fat boy you cant breathe
Bounce back and grab that trick by her fuckin weave
Bring her to the flo′, teach her 'bout the get low
She gon′ really know, mob her on the danceflo

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 box
Nigga you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit′cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit′cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit′cho gun

Yeah I gotta acknowledge them fo' carloads of HP niggaz
That came to filmoe for y′all one-on-ones mayne, and y'all got it mayne
Niggaz put the guns down and after that, nigga, special shoutout nigga
To them three young sunnydale niggaz
Nigga that was sorrounded by ten fillmoe niggaz mayne
And all y′all wanted was one-on-ones and y'all got it nigga
Stripes for that

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 box
Nigga you a bitch wot′cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch wit′cho gun, snitch wit′cho gun
Still get founf in a ditch wit'cho gun