Jay-ZDrop It Like It's Hot (Remix)

[Hook:]: [Pharell] Spin around ma Drop, drop, like it's hot Drop, drop, like it's hot Spendin money mang Drop, drop, like it's hot Drop, drop, like it's hot Spin around mommy Drop, drop, like it's hot Drop, drop, like it's hot I got the rollie on my arm And I'm pourin saun dan And I roll the best weed 'Cause I got it goin on [Verse: 1 - Pharrell] No steroids can make you hit what I'm pitching Chef boy-ar-P is back in the kitchen You niggas is scratchin, my niggas is itchen Don't keep "Pacin" but these dudes blow they "Pistons" Yes, nigga, P stands for polish None of y'all is fuckin with he, and this is obvious I'm Ron Artest, layin down to your garbage While my niggas in the street pushin shit like Ben Wallace And any ya'll could get it, even fans in the stands These guns is a sun, you'll catch a tan with ya man I'm no cheeto, trust this is real/rio Everything is grand? Nothing is poquito Securitys behind me, with the torpedo 'Cause the wrist stay frigid How you say it? Fr? O Or where I'm from, in Virgina, we say ch-ill And the ends also quarter million for each whe-el [Hook:] [Verse 2 - Jay-Z] I got hatas on my j-iz-ock, plus the frickin c-iz-ops All of whom want to hit me with sh-iz-ots til I dr-iz-op Thank God for hip hop, or I be in the b-iz-ox, uh Jail or casket, either way you are-iz-ot But now I'm so fresh you could smell me through a ziplock Mr. S d-iz-ot, it's not gon' st-iz-op Too much pizzas for these piss-ass niggas to get past Too cool for c-iz-ops to cuff his iz-ass Snitch-ass they made, they can't get the boy These niggas givin' out cases like a liquore store Runnin' to the da tryin' to get me for it All the money it made, I'm like forget the law I'm not 'fr-iz-aid, it J-iz-ay homie you got pl-iz-ayed Take it like a man, the flow ran you off the st-iz-age (go sit down) Wastin' ya time tryin' to sue S. Tell ya lawyer "Take that civil case and drop it like it's hot" [Hook:] [Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg] ((World Wide)) International, nah I'm universal But you a gangsta, how you get to do commertials? With them big wheels, yeah cuz you do it big I stay real, stay sharp, and tell it like it is I never fake the funk, niggas know I ain't no punk They want beef? Yeah cuz, pop the trunk We go all the way, we do it lifesize Now my life right, 'cause my wife on my right side Yeah, and she protecting my interest Now I'm on the move they got me hoppin' these fences Ay little homie your defence is defencless A pimp apprentice Now come here princess (Come here, come here) I know ya tired of the chit-chatter It really don't matta it's like a seesaw platter I check money, check niggas, check bitches Now drop it like you ass on swit-ches [Ziip] [Hook:]
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