't you stop teasing me? Won't you take it easy? Tell me 'cause I'd like to know You're never gonna go Dropped, whatcha got now? Dropped, whatcha got now? Dropped
Won't you stop teasing me Won't you take it easy Tell me 'cause I'd like to know You're never gonna go Drop Whatcha Got Now Drop Whatcha Got Now Drop
翻訳: ファントムプラネット. ドロップ.
with a bunch of ass skinny waist Bout to catch a case the way she beat my dick up with her face Ain't no use in makin plans with me, she know I'm here
Feet Up ABCDEF Im A G To The End The End Of The Road But Back In The Kitchen At The End Of The Stove Looks Like We At The End Of The O Drop A 4 In A
The Dutchman I compress sound sets with my rap DBX Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex Bring terror to the shop of horror As she cry, "Mi amor," the Phantom
private planes, I said she runnin' game (after its all said and done) I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, (ohhhhhh) Phantom
nigga My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick Diamond rings, diamond chains Royal suites, private planes
' wet like I just hopped up out the rain My picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frame Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game
drop? Will he flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed
with tattoos, all you lame souls keep prayin to them statues, when im the ghetto god, ill bless you, 'achoo', the one spitta, the cant get ridda, major label dropped
Whistlin necks, fidgetin my balls Kill me it'll still all be the same Wicked clown juggalo phantom of the night train What if I drop, but don't die
Whistlin necks, fidgetin my balls Kill me it'll still all be the same Wicked clown juggalo phantom of the night train What if I drop, but don't die Tie
Lord, let us live Yeah, Scott Storch Yo, I'm hopin' out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms My Dominican
'm on the hill, not North in Pete skill Big Willie servin', now tell me how you femmes feel I'm in the Cadillac, drivin' in a drop top People don't know
(sly, we fly) We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly) And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly) [kool keith] I put my mask on, another night for the phantom
