E-92 - This Is How We Drop lyrics

[Verse 1: E-92] It's E-92 running up your f**ing block Quicket Bat co*ked, tear you up like a black co*k Doper than the smack doe; all up in your a**, ho Run up to that flat hot: dad get his cap shot Glocks sticking out my slacks like extra dicks In your mother-f**ing mouth, tasting like a Twix Three guns: give a sh**. I'll give you a shout Run up with your clique and your b**h-a** pout You're the next to get your sh** spit out of your wig ****'s grossed out but this is f**ing sick Five Saints clique, man: we rock the f**ing spot N64's pissed cause of my last drop b**hes don't want no more Steele Jacket But I'm getting crunk and probably hella ratchet Me and Ether, Saint John's Road, got that weed fever But dawg, what I really want is that sweet beaver [Verse 2: The Etherealist] Don't f** with the Madk**a, gorilla, sk**-spiller for dillas I'm building a bigger picture; you 'nilla than f**ing Hitler The sickest whigger to ever hit the f**ing game: It's E-92 blinding you; shining through for f**ing days Five Saints slays; rap's AKs point at your face Haters fugaze'; devils be just a f**ing craze I'm a-f**ing-mazed that you still try'na f** wit' I'm rugged. Ether and E be puffing on that crunk sh** You s** dick. Sizzaints is out for the duckets Lost a few but we be balling and causing a ruckus Yo f** this; 92 don't give two f**s Piss off the Saints and M-80s will get your crew pumped Glue guns be jetting down your throat: burn your insides But you love dick so much, it's probably like your Wednesday night Your gay pride: it shines through when you rap ba*tards get dragged a**-back through acid baths [Verse 3: E-92] TO BE CONTINUED