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 mommy 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 niggas is scratching, my niggas is itchen Don't keep "Pacin" but these dudes blow they "Pistons" Yes, nigga, P stands for polish None of y'all is fucking with he, and this is obvious I'm Ron Artest, laying down to your garbage While my niggas in the street pushing shit 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 ends also quarter million for each whe-el [Hook] [Verse 2 - Jay-Z] I got hatas on my j-iz-ock, plus the frickin c-iz-ops All of whom want to hit me with sh-iz-ots til I dr-iz-op Thank God for hip hop, or I be in the b-iz-ox, uh Jail or casket, either way you r-iz-ot But now I'm so fresh you could smell me through a ziplock Mr. S d-iz-ot, it's not gon' st-iz-op Too much pizzas for these piss-ass niggas to get past Too cool for c-iz-ops to cuff his iz-ass Snitch-ass they made, they can't get the boy These niggas givin' out cases like a liquore store Runnin' to the DA tryin' to get me for it All the money it made, I'm like forget the law I'm not 'fr-iz-aid, it J-iz-ay homie you got pl-iz-ayed Take it like a man, the flow ran you off the st-iz-age (go sit down) Wastin' ya time tryin' to sue S. tell ya lawyer "Take that civil case and drop it like it's hot" [Hook] [Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg] (World Wide) International, nah I'm universal But you a gangsta, how you get to do commertials? With them big wheels, yeah cause you do it big I stay real, stay sharp, and tell it like it is I never fake the funk, niggas know I ain't no punk They want beef? Yeah cause, pop the trunk We go all the way, we do it lifesize 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 defence is defenceless A pimp apprentice Now come here princess (Come here, come here) I know ya tired of the chit-chatter It really don't matta it's like a seesaw platter I check money, check niggas, check bitches Now drop it like you ass on swit-ches (Ziip) [Hook]
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