Drop Ya Thangs lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : Drop Ya Thangs



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 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 watchin' in they Hot Boys and church
suits

Actin' tough in the club, ain't gon' get you
home

Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you
domed



Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, this nigga
happy

This nigga thank he, Lil' Jon and his partner
Scrappy

Goin' 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 trippin' my nigga, you gotta hit the
do'

Rollin' up this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to
make a plan

Tuggin' on yo' main bitch hand, tryin' to make a
friend



This time for escapade only make the tec
a-spray

I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the
Escalade

You got a problem, we ain't fightin' 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 wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho
gun

Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun

Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun

Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun



Yo, Fig' never play with them guns, no you hear
me

Fig' ain't shot nuttin' up but kill spirits

Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the losses

One-on-one fightin' for stripes with right
crosses



Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head rush

Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let they lead
bust

I been a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible]
and Kenny Ken

Used to chuck 'em by the corner sto' whoever
win



Them was my O.G.'s and I was just a B.G.

Whoever want to see me, Figgaro can
[Incomprehensible]

But now we got them old niggaz, that bust with
they tommy

But caught without they tommy, get rushed like
salami



'Cause everybody tired of them R.I.P.'s

We 'bout to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to
all our streets

Now, cowards wanna pack and killers wanna cruise
and

Real niggaz 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 cryin' and shit, she gotta ask you

[Incomprehensible] 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 wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho
gun

Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun

Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun

Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun



Oh, boy, old friends like to make up and get
cavi

Hell nah, she in the club wit'cho baby, daddy

She got the coat on, he bought you for yo'
birthday

You kickin' back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the
worst way



Team on preem' like he hangin' out with 'Pac
brother

And you a boss for not cuttin' him with the
boxcutter

And it was cool 'til this chick really got to
trippin'

Spittin' drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up
pimpin'



Zoked out like fat boy, you can't breathe

Bounce back and grab that trick by her fuckin'
weave

Bring her to the flo', teach her 'bout the get
low

She gon' really know, mob her on the danceflo'



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 wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho
gun

Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun

Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun

Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun



Yeah, I gotta acknowledge them fo' carloads of HP
niggaz

That came to Fillmoe for y'all, one-on-ones,
mayne and y'all got it, mayne

Niggaz put the guns down and after that nigga, it
was real big

They get stripes for that, nigga, special
shoutout nigga



To them three young Sunnydale niggaz

Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz,
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 wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho
gun

Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun

Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun

Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun