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Top Down (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Too short:

How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I’m the dirty rapper too short, the triple x
Run up in the pussy, rub the nipple next
Bitch, which is worse?
My bark or my bite
You heard about me
And now i’m fucking you from dark to the light
You must of thought i got nicer
Talking about heiser
I’m an old dogg and old dogg’s get wiser
Caught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing this
You never did this, sucking on a big dick
What bitch? you better check the size, and recognize
When i’m between your thighs
Shit, i get hard from the sound of a kidrum
Riding down the strip with your diamonds and ??
Shiny bald head catching sun rays
Smashing down the strip going backwards down runways
Four eighteens with the zues and the zapto
Sounding like i’m riding out a concert at a rap show
Hit a back street and put the top up
Stopped at the light see some hoes watch ‘em jock us
I’m so roll with my electric top
Hit a button, ain’t gotta get out, fuck with nuthin
Let the top just fold up and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when short’s in town
Cause i keep the beats thumping hella-hard with my top down

(whisper) drop the top
(whisper) just drop the top

(short) we call ‘em rags, you call ‘em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
(short) we call ‘em rags, you call ‘em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top

Nine albums out, ain’t changed my talk
A thousands hoes walked on i’m still a dogg
Ain’t changed nuthing but the hoe that i’m fucking
Still riding through the hood all the homies say "was ??"
Give me my props cause i always rock
And i still gets cock when the fine hoes jock
Still smoking indo getting burned out
Still got the orange juice bottle full of gin ‘bout to turn out
A show
A hoe smashed back to the o
Put them bitches on my beeper then pull some mo’
Cause i bump more hoes than acme
I guess you bitch can’t learn that you just can’t mack me
I’m off of gin and juice
Don’t even introduce
If you ain’t fucking back up cause i’m free to choose
I want some pussy that could make write a freaky tale
Drawls back, bootie cracks, bitch in a hotel
Just to say you got some too short dick
You wanna show some evidence, don’t swallow don’t spit
Cause i bust more nuts than a squirel
And my dick been in pussies all around the world
If you had a picture of it and you asked the bitch
Whats this?
I bet you say, "too short dick"
I still taunt the fine hoes and get shot down
I say "bitch", slam the beat
Smash off with my top down

Just riding with my top down

(short) we call ‘em rags, you call ‘em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
(short) we call ‘em rags, you call ‘em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top

We rode the ac transit bus
Selling joints for a dollar, smoking angel dust
On the way to a house party
A maybe delux
Slanging too short tapes
Making some bucks
Looking out the window at the mustang and falcon crew
Asking myself "how can you?"
Roll like the giants down the foothill strip
With beats thumping top down bumping a bitch
Shit i had to have drop
Didn’t care, if i had a volkswagon
Pick up the beat, had a hoes flaging
Siding with the top down, lit like a lamp
Blowing out the amp, trying to bump a tramp
Most niggers couldn’t afford to have a drop top
So they got they shit cut at the chop shop
Couldn’t tell niggers nuthin way back then
A lot of niggers died or they went to the pen
Couldn’t even see the homie short bubble
Bank get fat and my whole account double
When i walk in a club bitches say "oo god,
Is that you todd?"
Me and my homies just who-ride
And take advantage of a life we never had
Fuck eating cheese sandwiches, broke, living bad
I’m a do it for my homies that’s there to lock down
Ride with my beats slamming top down

(whisper) drop the top
(whisper) just drop the top

(short) i got my top down

(whisper) drop the top
(whisper) just drop the top

(short) i’m just rolling with my top down

(short) we call ‘em rags, you call ‘em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
(short) we call ‘em rags, you call ‘em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top

(whisper) beyotch

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Top Down (Letra)

Lil' Zane

Lil' Zane

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

these niggas ain’t ready ya know what i’m sayin? yall niggas ready to ride?
Yo my nigga zane up in this motherfucker! yo this ya boy uncle luke yo! my
Nigga got his top down. he got the block locked down. yo this shit’s on lock
Motherfucker. yo zane, come on come on come on come on come on what what what
What….

Chorus:
I got my top down (top down)
My nigga hot now (hot now)
Worldwide niggas ride
Lock the block down (lock the block down)
Let’s get this cash nigga (cash nigga)
Shake that ass hoe (ass hoe)
And where my thug niggas at (there they go, there they go)

[lil’ zane]
You see we real niggas (real niggas)
And confrontation make us kill niggas (kill niggas)
Our style make them bitches feel niggas (feel niggas)
This rap shit made us legit
And we still the same million dollar deal niggas
This flow (this flow)
I drop to let you motherfuckers know (fuckers know)
That you don’t wanna go toe to toe (toe to toe)
Line for line (line for line)
Blow for blow
Sound for sound
Rhyme for rhyme
Don’t forget we gets down (gets down)
We got the hottest groups up in the town (in the town)
We keep the baddest bitches dick down (dick down)
Hangin ‘round (hangin ‘round)
Doggystyle
Jaws open
Takin’ dick
Deep throatin
Weed smokin (weed smokin)
And all that liquor got my g’s open (g’s open)
My conversation got her knees open (knees open)
Her girl open (girl open)
Game tight
That’s right
Both bitches
Same night

Chorus 2x

[lil’ zane]
See when i first came (first came)
Half of yall didn’t know my first name (first name)
But since the single all that shit changed (shit changed)
Cuz now these hoes know my first
My middle
My initials
And my nickname
Ride through (ride through)
Wishin’ that you could be with my crew (my crew)
I know you see the shit that z do (z do)
We do (we do)
Boss howg
Angenetta
Can’t nobody do it better
Worldwide (worldwide)
Got plenty paper and we live fly (live fly)
Only the purple when we get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire)
All yall
Gotta know
Ain’t no
Hotter flow
Stay laced (stay laced)
Roley wit diamonds in the gray face (gray face)
Porsche’s and bentley’s in the same place (same place)
Zane place (zane place)
Yall still frontin
Fake ass niggas gon have to peel somethin’

Chorus 2x

[uncle luke]
Now yall niggas don’t understand how the game go. yo zane, these niggas do
Not know how the game go. yo, what u gon’ have to do now, is you gon’ have to
Flip the style up. you gon’ have to speed that shit up, go another note. yo
Zane, this lil zane, come on nigga what…

[lil’ zane]
I’m poisonous
I give a fuck how many boys you get
Them faggot niggas can’t avoid a clip
Avoid the shit quick
Put you back in ya right place
Stalk a nigga like a cat on a night chase
Niggas all in my space
Cuz they bitch like the face
A black jack
Shit, queen tryin’ to ride the ace
My game lethal
Yall shit see through
I’ma turn the beat too
Yall know how we do
Ain’t no equal
Runnin with this
Gunnin’ with this
Leave yall gorillas like one in the mist
I’m at the club just guzzlin’ cris’
Motherfuckers need to learn they ain’t fuckin with this
Lil zane keep a leafless
And a nigga keep heat by the brief waist
Tryin to flow
Hell naw i ain’t vibin’ to yall
Set fire to yall
Watch my niggas ride on yall

Chorus 4x

2000
Lil’ zane
And we out this motherfucker

Top Down (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Ridin with my top down with my jewelry on
Hey, I’m just gettin my hood on
I’m just, I’m just doin my thing
I’m just, I’m just doin my thing

Hey, yep, hey, yep, hey, yep, hey
I said, I’m ridin with my top down with my jewelry on
Hey, I’m just gettin my hood on

Shine, wherever you are
Shine, whoever you are
Shine, wherever you are
Shine, whoever you are

Shine, wherever you are
Shine, whoever you are
Shine, hey, hey
Shine, shine