The Glove - Don't Drop It! lyrics

Dont don don dont drop it Won't you pa** that mic right here You know i will not f**kin drop it So you thought that i would stop it But i got more sh**s in my pocket CHORUS I say don't (duh dont dont) drop it The funky beat (x3) This is how we kick it And this is how we do it This original styles mine So why would you ruin it So you thought that G was all washed up But the ring around the collar is so damn tough You know i'm not the type of brutha like enoughs enough And what you want to start something When you start it all See i flow like the breeze Right down the road Mind my own biz you I find my mother load Im getting paid in the shade For the words that i say With the rules that i play For the moves that i make Its amazing just like the boy Peter paker sink white as a cloud my souls deep And deep gets my stuff The deep that you did The best tasting water in the bottom of the well Raining like a thunderstorm And you about to get wet cause the heat is on Coming up Coming on Coming on (x3) Im coming up Im coming on Im coming I got the blues brother Like dan aykroyd I smoke a lotta weed But it dont get paranoid Dont freak I got the flavors like lemonade My stock is steady rising like i'm on etrade I dont date a girl with the thunder thighs I got the mai tai special with the light brown eyes To make the bread you must have the rise It pays it pays to adverstise But i won't shove my sh** right down your throat And if you like my freestyle then check out what i wrote Chorus My styles on lockdown So please dont pick my brain Tongue twister try to stump me So i broke the chain Breaka breaka one-nine You know my cover is blown So lets fire up this joint on the microphone See i rock the party hard but the party won't break Said the neighbors were cool but you made a mistake Damn the cops are coming im running out the back door Jump over the fence you never see me no more Im coming on coming on coming Im coming up Im coming on Im coming