Drop it one time, for my people who know.
Drop it two times for the way I'm gonna flow.
If there isn't no three it wont set us free.
Drop it once, so don't sit in the corner like the dunce.
Drop it down twice, so My DJ man, Make it sound nice.
Drop it on down and keep that funky sound.

Aww yeah all that and the pudding.
See? I told you I wasn't kidding.
so you better bow down to the funky beat
and get you a girl and move your feet.

Drop it, you better know the time.
Drop it, or you shall come to find.
Hit it on up and drop them funky shits
Cuz it isn't gonna sell unless it Hits.

Who's to say who's king and who isn't?
Cuz the king's the one who acts the saint.
He forgives those who beg for it
and he only claims to his own set.
So who's to say we're all really kings
since life is just the misery it brings.

Drop it once for my people in the front.
Drop it for all my ladies out on the hunt.
Hit it for all the house to hear.
Since I better make sure to make my point clear.

No one is a king unless he chooses to lie
and is the most likely one to die.
Poison, knife in the back
to show him where his security lacked.
So even if you think your all tucked away
you might just be the unknowing fool in a dark play.

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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