Drop Ya Thangs Lyrics - Untold Story Volume Ii - Game

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 

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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 

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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