Released: October 8, 2002

Songwriter: Whiteboy Joe Budden

Producer: Whiteboy

[Introduction]
Uh huh, yeah, uh huh, yeah, oh no louder, oh no louder, uh huh, uh huh

[Hook]
Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies let it pop, pop at the bar
Buying them bottles, and them shots, shots, my ladies, its all gravy
If you're hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot, and maybe we can
Bone, bone, know that we're chilling, something shaking in her thong, thong
Gangster, gangster, paper, paper, long, long, and for my niggers' all over
Now you know we want to hit it, hit it, don't stop, stop, get it, get it

[Verse One]
Sick wit it, I keep paper around me
So I know that everybody got the vapors around me
See me in a big truck, thin rubber, riding two way, and a broad
And, got ten others squatting because I know Cal broads act up, man
So your man, man, got to keep a back up plan, not a dance floor, nigga
I take them home, get them to drop they pants, and gross, nigga
Until the drip, drip, no you're not my wife, no you can't handle my kid, kid
I'm just trying to put in your rib, rib through Cheetah
We're in the four door Beemer, not like the two door
Like the kid only got a few divas', drive wit my knees, seat reclined
While she leaned over giving me a piece of her mind, I be sizing them up
From their thighs and above, holler at me if you want to come
And, ride wit a thug, yeah

[Hook]
Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies let it pop, pop at the bar
Buying them bottles, and them shots, shots, my ladies, its all gravy
If you're hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot, and maybe we can
Bone, bone, know that we're chilling, something shaking in her thong, thong
Gangster, gangster, paper, paper, long, long, and for my niggers' all over
Now you know we want to hit it, hit it, don't stop, stop, get it, get it

[Bridge]
All my ladies if you riding, then you know to skip the shotgun
And, bag the one driving, all my niggers', if you're riding
Don't trip plenty cash if she stingy with ass

[Verse Two]
Your boy got a street chick, rocks Chanelle, she focused, focused, man
Stay with a bag of fine and no elder rolling, she just one of my dames
Got to stay cool, everything I got is under her name, it's on top, top
And, I'm the same dude that came up from the block, block
I'm doing it, baby, I can't stop, stop, in my rear view
I'm getting tailed by the cops, cops, clean but Kit got me looking
Like I'm hot, hot, I ain't on the streets, streets, dog
Just trying to eat, eat, so fall back, jerk, cop I ain't beat, beat
Can't miss me, I'm the guy in the V Tweezy, and that dime
You was hollering at, she's with me in the

[Hook]
Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies let it pop, pop at the bar
Buying them bottles, and them shots, shots, my ladies, its all gravy
If you're hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot, and maybe we can
Bone, bone, know that we're chilling, something shaking in her thong, thong
Gangster, gangster, paper, paper, long, long, and for my niggers' all over
Now you know we want to hit it, hit it, don't stop, stop, get it, get it

[Verse Three]
Chicks with nice bodies, whip be wide body, backseat emtpy
Crips can ride shotty, we're going to ride, ride, see your boy getting a million
We ain't making it, Nathan had them missing a ceiling
And, could catch me spennding time at the bar, you like your water frozen
Dog, I like mine in a jar, we get it crunk, crunk, y'all hear the system out In the trunk, trunk, thump, thump, Budden be giving you what you want now

[Hook]
Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies let it pop, pop at the bar
Buying them bottles, and them shots, shots, my ladies, its all gravy
If you're hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot, and maybe we can
Bone, bone, know that we're chilling, something shaking in her thong, thong
Gangster, gangster, paper, paper, long, long, and for my niggers' all over
Now you know we want to hit it, hit it, don't stop, stop, get it, get it

Joe Budden

Joe Budden is from Jersey City, New Jersey. He was born in Spanish Harlem but lived in Queens until he was 12 and from there moved to Jersey City, New Jersey. Budden is one of five boys (one older brother and three younger brothers – two are twin brothers). Budden heard music in his home (his father is a multi-instrumentalist) and on the streets while he grew up.

He is also one quarter of Slaughterhouse, alongside fellow rappers Royce da 5’9”, Joell Ortiz, and Crooked I.