G. Love And Special Sauce: Don't drop it

Dont don don dont drop itWon't you pass that mic right hereYou know i will not fuckin drop itSo you thought that i would stop itBut i got more shits in my pocketChorusI say don't (duh dont dont) drop it,The funky beat (x3)This is how we kick itAnd this is how we do itThis original styles mineSo why would you ruin itSo you thought that g was all washed upBut the ring around the collar is so damn toughYou know i'm not the type of brutha like enoughs enoughAnd what you want to start somethingWhen you start it allSee i flow like the breezeRight down the roadMind my own biz you i find my mother loadIm getting paid in the shadeFor the words that i sayWith the rules that i playFor the moves that i makeIts amazing just like the boyPeter paker sink white as a cloud my souls deepAnd deep gets my stuffThe deep that you didThe best tasting water in the bottom of the wellRaining like a thunderstormAnd you about to get wet cause the heat is onComing upComing onComing on (x3)Im coming upIm coming onIm comingI got the blues brotherLikeI smoke a lotta weedBut it dont get paranoidDont freakI got the flavors like lemonadeMy stock is steady rising like i'm on etradeI dont date a girl with the thunder thighsI got the mai tai special with the light brown eyesTo make the bread you must have the riseIt pays it pays to adverstiseBut i wont shove my shit right down your throatAnd if you like my freestyle then check out what i wroteChorusMy styles on lockdownSo please dont pick my brainTongue twister try to stump meSo i broke the chainBreaka breaka one nightYou know why cover is blownSo lets fire up this joint on the microphoneSee i rock the party hard but the party wont breakSaid the neighbors were cool but you made a mistakeDamn the cops are coming im running out the back doorJump over the fence you never see me no moreIm coming on coming on comingIm coming upIm coming onIm coming...