Nile Rodgers - Top Down (Part II) lyrics

We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top Good times, these are the good times Leave your cares behind How freaky can you get to a Morning Strip? Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the Rated X I Got The Girls, Cause You're Hated Than Sex Which is worse, my bark or my bite? You heard about me and now I'm Jocking you All Day & Night You must of thought I got nicer, talking about Heiser I'm an old dogg and old dogg's get wiser Caught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing this You never did this, Hangin' With The Big Pimp You Know What? You better check the size, and recognize When I'm between your thighs Ride, I get hard from the sound of a kick drum Laughing And Smiling They Be Watching A Sitcom Shiny bald head catching sun rays Going backwards down runways Four eighteens with the zues and the Zapco Sounding like I'm riding out a concert at a rap show Hit a back street and put the top up Stopped at the light see some Girls watch 'em jock us I'm so roll with my electric top Hit a bu*ton, ain't gotta get out, Touch with nuthin I'm Let the top And just lay down Slamming hard pa**ing by the schools and the playgrounds Everybody knows when Short's in town Cause I keep the beats thumping hella hard with my top down Drop the top Just drop the top Good times, these are the good times Leave your cares behind, these are the good times We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top Nine albums out, ain't changed my talk A thousands girls walked on I'm still a dogg Ain't changed nuthing but That Ain't No Love Still riding through the hood all the homies say "What's up?" Give me my props cause I always rock And I still gets top But They Just Won't Stop Still smoking Indo getting burned out Still got the orange juice bottle full of gin 'bout to turn out A show, a smashed back to the O Put them Freaks on my beeper then pull some mo' Cause we y'all straight bump than acne What can you learn that you just can't mack me? I'm off of Gin and Juice, don't even introduce If you ain't with it back up cause I'm finna choose I want some freaks that could make me write a Freaky Tale Drawls back, Moving Pack, up in a hotel Just to say you got some Too Short You wanna show some evidence, don't swallow don't spit Cause I bust more nuts than a squirrel And my tape's been in decks all around the world If you had a copy of it and you asked the fan "What's that?" I bet you say, "Too Short, Man" I still taunt the fine girl and get shot down I say "[edited]," slam the beat, smash off with my top down Just riding with my top down Good times, these are the good times Leave your cares behind, these are the good times We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Drop The Drops!! We rode the AC transit bus Selling joints for a dollar, smoking angel dust On the way to a house party, a maybe delux Selling Too Short tapes, making some bucks Looking out the window at the Mustang and Falcon crew Asking myself "How can you?" Roll like the Giants down the foothill strip With beats thumping top down Lovin' It See I had to have drop, didn't care if I had a Volkswagon Pick up the beat, had a Whole flaging Siding with the top down, lit like a lamp Blowing out the amp, trying to bump a tramp Most Players couldn't afford to have a drop top So they got they get cut at the chop shop Couldn't tell fools nuthin way back then A lot of homies died or they went to the pen Couldn't even see the homie Short Bubble Bank get fat and my whole account double When I walk in a club Girls say "Ooh God Is that you Todd?" Me and my homies just hoo-ride And take advantage of a life we never had Stop eating cheese sandwiches, broke, living bad I'ma do it for my homies that's there in lock down Ride with my beats slamming top down