John Guldberg - Drop it Like it's Hot Remix lyrics

[Hook: Pharell] Spin around, ma Drop, drop, like it's hot Drop, drop, like it's hot Spending money mang Drop, drop, like it's hot Drop, drop, like it's hot Spin around, ma Drop, drop, like it's hot Drop, drop, like it's hot I got the rollie on my arm And I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed 'Cause I got it going on [Verse 1: Pharrell] No steroids can make you hit what I'm pitching Chef boy-ar-P is back in the kitchen You n***as is scratching, my n***as is itchin' Don't keep "Pacin" but these dudes blow they "Pistons" Yes, n***a, P stands for polish None of y'all is f**ing with he, and this is obvious I'm Ron Artest, laying down to your garbage While my n***as in the street pushing sh** like Ben Wallace And any ya'll could get it, even fans in the stands These guns is a sun, you'll catch a tan with ya man I'm no cheeto, trust this is real/rio Everything is grande nothing is poquito Security's behind me, with the torpedo Cause the wrist stay frigid How you say it? Frio Or where I'm from, in Virgina, we say ch-ill And the Enzo's a quarter-million for each whe-el [Hook] [Verse 2: Jay Z] I got haters on my jizzock, plus the freaking cizzops All of whom want to hit me with shizzots til I drizzop Thank God for hip hop, or I'd be in the bizzox, uh Jail or casket, either way you rizzot But now I'm so fresh you could smell me through a Ziploc Mr. S Dizzot, it's not gon' stizzop Too much pizzazz for these piss-a** n***as to get past Too cool for cizzops to cuff his iz-a** Snitch as they may, they can't get the boy These n***as giving out cases like a liquor store Runnin' to the DA tryin' to get me for All the money it made, I'm like forget the law I'm not 'frizzaid, it's Jizzay, homie, you got plizzayed Take it like a man, the flow ran you off the stizz-age (go sit down) Wastin' ya time tryin' to sue S Dot Tell ya lawyer "Take that civil case and drop it like it's hot" [Hook] [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] (Worldwide) International, nah I'm universal 'But you a gangsta, how you get to do commercials?' With them big wigs, 'Yeah, cuh, you do it big' I stay real, stay sharp, and tell it like it is I never fake the funk, n***as know I ain't no punk They want beef? 'Yeah, cuh,' pop the trunk We go all the way, we do it life-size Now my life right, 'cause my wife on my right side Yeah, and she protecting my interest Now I'm on the move, they got me hoppin' these fences Ay little homie, your defense is defenseless A pimp apprentice, hey, come here princess (Come here, come here) I know ya tired of the chit-chatter It really don't matter, it's like a seesaw platter I check money, check n***as, check b**hes Now drop it like your a** on switches (Ziip) [Hook]