Tops Still Droppin' Lyrics

Yeah what's up H-town?

You know we gon' drop it in the sunny

See you at that park on Sunday you know what I'm sayin'

Tops still droppin

Trunks still poppin

We gonna hold it down

Tops still droppin

Trunks still poppin

Tops still droppin

Welcome to the land of them Texas boys

Comin' down in candy toys

Smokin' weed and talkin' noise

RIP Pimp C from the Villa of the Trilla

Short Texas motherfucker

House of motherfuckin' Killas

Tops still droppin

Front end hoppin

Trunks still poppin

Ass end knockin

Swangin' on fos and Vogues

Smokin' on the dro

Turnin' up on Popo

Like Mr Fat Pat

I've got ghetto dreams

Sippin' as I'm tippin

Candy red up on the scene

Swangin' lane to lane

On that Martin Luther King

Never caught slippin' in the turnin' lane

Light up the night sky

With trunks that bang

Flossin' them diamonds we got from Johnny Dang

Everywhere we go

We still jammin

Screw

What about you damn fool

What it do

Tops still droppin

Trunks still poppin

Tops still droppin

Certified gangsta

But we love to rock

Pantera in the trunk

Beatin' down your block

Like an earthquake

I make it shimmy and shake

Choppin' button blades

On that Belway 8

Gettin' head from a bopper

Cause you know I'm a sinner

Dropped her ass off

Grabbed a Timmy Chan wing

Got a Big Daddy grill

With a chrome-plated woman

Pop my trunk

And the speakers be thunderin

Rollin' down Fondren

With my top down low

Headin' to the strip club

It's gonna be a show

Buckles and belts with the 5th wheel relaxed

I got mud by the pint

Weed by the sack

Blue faces by the rack

I keep a knot in my pocket

Got a left cross

Knocked out your eye socket

3rd Coast born

Texas Louisiana raised

Laissez les bons temps rouler

Tops still droppin

Trunks still poppin

Tops still droppin

Tops still droppin

Trunks still poppin

Tops still droppin

Tops still droppin

Trunks still poppin

Tops still droppin

Rockin' orange Air Force Ones

With the Astros fit

Dippin' in the wet

A Newport cigarette

I'm not Jesus

But I can walk on the water

Late at night

Doin' nasty things

With your daughter

Got that girl squirtin

Like a water wiggle

We cuddle and tickle

I like the way she giggle

Runnin' down the middle

Like Kamara

Jeans with the crease as I'm poppin in my collar

Champagne in the club

Drinkin' straight from the bottle

I'm a baller and shot caller

But I ain't your role model

Just cause I fuck models

I ain't a model citizen

Flossin' down the avenues

With my denizens

I'm in it to win it

But I keep a backup plan

Just like I always

Keep bail money on hand

You never know

What's poppin' off down south

Mind your P's and Q's

And keep my name out your mouth