Drop the top and let the sunshine in

OutKast:In Da Wind Lyrics

drop the top and let the sunshine in

Hah, that's just the sound of the Hen' True Story, that's what we call it. Thank God for the thugs too. Buddy Roe Drop the top and let the sunshine in. With the.

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Featured lyrics. Hot lyrics. Trick Daddy feat. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them uh-huh Thank God for the thugs too Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, With the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch uh-huh Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit lovin this shit And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin?

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Boy foolish That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga, quick to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga Weighin' in at 'bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's right You know legs, wings, and short thighs, short thighs Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect, I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin' the grace, get out my space and my face Fore me and my ace a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize, surprise Fuckin' with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young nigga don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, 'bout cash More sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for more skrilla Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick love the kids! Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Look at what we got, the rims and all the 'dro The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke Like a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the block Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my chest up? Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up A professor of this lyrical thang I'll take the purist strain of this slang and inject it into your veins Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame Aviator shades with a rear front face Movin' through the dirty at a slow pimps pace Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind I'm bustin' straight out the path like a three piece of va-lac-tic Before you slack it you gotta prepare it and mack it When your jack it over tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes' It's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids! Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind.

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Boy foolish That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga, quick to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga Weighin' in at 'bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's right You know legs, wings, and short thighs, short thighs Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect, I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin' the grace, get out my space and my face Fore me and my ace a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize, surprise Fuckin' with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young nigga don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, 'bout cash More sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for more skrilla Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick love the kids! Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Look at what we got, the rims and all the 'dro The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke Like a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the block Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my chest up? Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up A professor of this lyrical thang I'll take the purist strain of this slang and inject it into your veins Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame Aviator shades with a rear front face Movin' through the dirty at a slow pimps pace Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind I'm bustin' straight out the path like a three piece of va-lac-tic Before you slack it you gotta prepare it and mack it When your jack it over tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes' It's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids! Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind.



In Da Wind Lyrics

Trick Daddy:In Da Wind Lyrics

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1 thoughts on “Drop the top and let the sunshine in

  1. Drop the top and let the sunshine in. With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin. Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the.

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