(*talking*)   Ha, hold up out the Shop looking good   Know I'm tal'n bout, Rayface out the Shop   Slim, them boys out the Shop   It's going down, know I'm saying   Me, C-Styles and Big Sin, 2002   Drop L-Dogs looking good, this how it go down   Know I'm saying, er'body acting bad   Believe that Troy, this how we gon do it ha      [Hook]   Man I'm in my drop-drop, rolling on the chop-chop   Boppers gon bop-bop, but it don't stop-stop   Third Coast's finest, feel what we spitting   Like a platinum Rolex, we just roll we ain't ticking   Balling in the mix, gotta get the drank mix   Ooh fool, this is what we do   Throw up a deuce, then we just smash   E, Slim and C watch us mash for our cash      [Slim Thug]   I top drop on 4's, and pop trunk on hoes   I'm closing candy do's, free on blow snow   From the Tre to the Fo', in my topless dancer   It's that elbow pouncer, yellow bone enhancer   I can make you catch cancer, cause I smoke so much   I stack do' so much, I wreck the flow so much   I get much respect, when I come down your block   And what you call rags, but we call drops   When my trunk unlock, the whole block gon stop   Cause I'ma make the boppers bop, and your mama call the cops   I got five T.V.'s, playing DVD's   While me and three G's, blowing on three trees   And it's 80 degrees, top dropping weather   The weather done got better, I'm lied back on leather   A young trend setter, whenever I ride   I'm top dropping worldwide, representing H-Town      [Hook]      [E.S.G.]   I'm out the Shop don't stop, my top dropped for the summer   Everything dipped in chrome, from my rims to my bumper   Low pro Yokohamas, eight fifteen's knock   (*beeping*), remote control air shocks   Trunk pop hang flip, flop I'm on the tip-top   Two liter Sprite, bout to hit the sip spot   Haters get got, got a stash spot for glock   Infrared dot, protect the rocks in my watch   Dump it like a Sasquatch, when it chop your block   Nuts the size of watermelons, did you see tell him we hot   Got the game in a headlock, we coming through   While them haters shoo-shoo, we run choo-choo's   Like hoo-doo, we put hexes on niggaz   T.V.'s in the headrest, DTS'ing these niggaz   Best in Texas nigga, so back-back fool   We ride with heat, the size of Shaq's shoes      [Hook]      [C-Styles]   Drop top trunk pop, I'm mashing fast   Pop my trunk I show my glass, I'm acting a damn ass   A screen on my dash, size of computer screens   You can hear the six fifteen's, and the V-dozen machine   I'm pulling up mean, and my candy still dripping   Mix the Sprite with the lean, and I'm still sipping   Got Mr. Q-Y, and them haters set tripping   I got the Lexus back, and I'm S-Class flipping   I swang to the lot, to get the drop PT Cruiser   Throw the boy out the roof, representing Bogalusa   We slamming E.S.G., we got's to get the Cardiers   Cause we ball like Jason, Dujan and Battier   Sixteen-five for a bird, so nigga quit hating   In Texas they ride swangs, in Louisiana it's daytons   Screens fall no hesitation, my trunk still shaking   And the four 18's, got my Neons breaking      [Hook]      [E.S.G.]   Drop, tops   Swang on bops, fuck cops   Whoa, no   That's how Dirty South niggaz roll