"Drop Ya Thangs" lyrics
(feat. JT The Bigga Figga)
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 watching in they Hot Boys and church suits
Acting tough in the club ain't gon' get you home
Getting drunk off of Patron just gon' get you domed
Still stepping on my shoes, boy this nigga happy
This nigga thank he Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy
Going 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 tripping my nigga you gotta hit the do'
Rolling up this eight-nine gram I'm trying to make a plan
Tugging on yo' main bitch hand, trying to make a friend
This time for escapade only make the tec a-spray
I'm in the parking lot, standing by the Escalade
You got a problem we ain't fighting 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 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 with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Bitch with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Yo, Fig' never play with them guns, no you hear me
Fig' ain't shot nothing up but kill spirits
Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the losses
One-on-one fighting for stripes with right crosses
Uppercuts and heat butts to get a head rush
Bitch niggas rather kick back, and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila [?] and Kenny Ken
Used to chuck 'em by the corner store whoever win
Them was my O.G.s, and I was just a B.G.
Whoever want to see me, Figgaro can [?]
But now we got them old niggas that bust with their tommy
But caught without they tommy get rushed like salami
'Cause everybody tired of them R.I.P.s
We 'bout to bring this fighting back mayne to all our streets
Now, cowards wanna pack and, killers wanna cruise and
Real niggas 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 crying and shit, she gotta ask you
Cremation 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 with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Bitch with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Oh boy! Old friends like to make up and get cavi
Hell nah, she in the club with your baby daddy
She got the coat on he bought you for yo' birthday (oh no!)
You kicking back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way (bitch)
Team on preem' like he hanging out with 'Pac brother
And you a boss for not cutting him with the box cutter
And it was cool 'til this chick really got to tripping
Spitting drink in yo' face, boy she popped up pimping (what?)
Zoked out like, fat boy you can't breathe
Bounce back and grab that trick by her fucking weave
Bring her to the floor, teach her 'bout the Get Low
She gon' really know, mob her on the dance floor
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 with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Bitch with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Yeah I gotta acknowledge them for carloads of HP niggas
That came to Fillmoe for y'all one-on-ones mayne, and y'all got it mayne
Niggas put the guns down and after that nigga it was real big
They get stripes for that, nigga, special shout-out nigga
To them three young Sunnydale niggas
Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggas 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 with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Bitch with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
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 watching in they Hot Boys and church suits
Acting tough in the club ain't gon' get you home
Getting drunk off of Patron just gon' get you domed
Still stepping on my shoes, boy this nigga happy
This nigga thank he Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy
Going 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 tripping my nigga you gotta hit the do'
Rolling up this eight-nine gram I'm trying to make a plan
Tugging on yo' main bitch hand, trying to make a friend
This time for escapade only make the tec a-spray
I'm in the parking lot, standing by the Escalade
You got a problem we ain't fighting 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 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 with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Bitch with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Yo, Fig' never play with them guns, no you hear me
Fig' ain't shot nothing up but kill spirits
Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the losses
One-on-one fighting for stripes with right crosses
Uppercuts and heat butts to get a head rush
Bitch niggas rather kick back, and let they lead bust
I been a pitbull since Fila [?] and Kenny Ken
Used to chuck 'em by the corner store whoever win
Them was my O.G.s, and I was just a B.G.
Whoever want to see me, Figgaro can [?]
But now we got them old niggas that bust with their tommy
But caught without they tommy get rushed like salami
'Cause everybody tired of them R.I.P.s
We 'bout to bring this fighting back mayne to all our streets
Now, cowards wanna pack and, killers wanna cruise and
Real niggas 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 crying and shit, she gotta ask you
Cremation 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 with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Bitch with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Oh boy! Old friends like to make up and get cavi
Hell nah, she in the club with your baby daddy
She got the coat on he bought you for yo' birthday (oh no!)
You kicking back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way (bitch)
Team on preem' like he hanging out with 'Pac brother
And you a boss for not cutting him with the box cutter
And it was cool 'til this chick really got to tripping
Spitting drink in yo' face, boy she popped up pimping (what?)
Zoked out like, fat boy you can't breathe
Bounce back and grab that trick by her fucking weave
Bring her to the floor, teach her 'bout the Get Low
She gon' really know, mob her on the dance floor
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 with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Bitch with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Yeah I gotta acknowledge them for carloads of HP niggas
That came to Fillmoe for y'all one-on-ones mayne, and y'all got it mayne
Niggas put the guns down and after that nigga it was real big
They get stripes for that, nigga, special shout-out nigga
To them three young Sunnydale niggas
Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggas 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 with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
Bitch with your gun, snitch with your gun
Still get found in a ditch with your gun
