Project Pat - Tops Drop lyrics

Tops Drop (Fat Pat) Welcome to the land wherd it just dont stop Trunks pop, tops drop, and the front end hop Pank flop screens on, actin bad in my zone Yeah it's on, ridin chrome , ballin at my home Texas plate, don't hate showin up at da state Caint wait get it stright while the front end brake Pay da cost to be boss, lookin good when i floss Sunshine let it down , turn it up incline Roll around hit your block drunk gone or not Let it up, let it pop like bump the whole block Southside how we holdin all the gangsta's throwed Music hittin so hard knockin outside mobile Hit the highway tokin dro' goin let it roll Ho what the drink fired of shoin up in the glow Home chrome, high side, throwin up the south side Givin n***a daps comin down breakin the slab (Choris 1) Trunks keep popin Tops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop) Trunks keep poppin Tops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop) (Fat Pat) now whats up H-town cause we know what they fillin three wheeler, vobe pealer, actin bad for scrilla Pushin burner, bouncin turners, sittin low on vouge Im pullin through the lot, slammin doors and bu*tons And ima slide, slide, slippity slide Pop trunk, let it down sho up in my ride Throw out the red carpet , ima bout to park it Vaile, Piece and chain, starch is in my jeans Hit the club, showin love tip the dancer a dub Got k**a in the club, smoke after the club One more time for there mind I'ma go put it down Its that boy fat pat yeah I gots to climb......... (Choris 2) Ima just goin drop iiiiiiitttt, alllllllll night loooooong yeeeaahhhh Yyyyyyeeahhhh, yyyyyyyeeaaaahhh Ima just goin drop iiiiiiitttt all night looooooong yyyeeeahhhhh drop it , drop it, drop it (Choris 1)X-2 Trunks keep popin Tops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop) Trunks keep poppin Tops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop) (FatPat) Gettin ya laced on the thing they call the freeze Bout seen on the track with P A T Know they see how it be, I'm just a G co*ked op on three, blowin on a whole tree C.B in the drop crowdin down on boys Right behind a Mr. Lincoln my favorite toke Candy red, with the screens I'm riding a freak Beemers triple beem makin reality a dream Sippin lean, Sticky green make me clown the whole scene Uropeians with the grille making all haters chill Why show when they can steal strippin wood grain grille Run the light, shine'n bright, float a smooth as a kite Trunk crack, fat pat, breakin all hata's hats Where they at, where they at, 'for I pull out my gat Looking good is understood flossin for my hood taking pride in my ride like every player should (Choris 1) X-2 Trunks keep popin Tops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop) Trunks keep poppin Tops keep Droppin down in Houston (Trunks pop, Tops drop)