G. Love & Special Sauce
Don’t Drop It!
Don't don don don't drop it

Won't you pass that mic right here
You know I will not fuckin drop it
So you thought that I would stop it
But I got more s***s in my pocket

Chorus
I say don't (duh don't don't) drop it
The funky beat (x3)

This is how we kick it
And this is how we do it
This original styles mine
So why would you ruin it
So you thought that G was all washed up
But the ring around the collar is so damn tough
You know I'm not the type of brutha like enoughs enough
And what you want to start something
When you start it all
See I flow like the breeze
Right down the road
Mind my own biz you I find my mother load
I'm getting paid in the shade
For the words that I say
With the rules that I play
For the moves that I make
Its amazing just like the boy
Peter paker sink white as a cloud my souls deep
And deep gets my stuff
The deep that you did
The best tasting water in the bottom of the well
Raining like a thunderstorm
And you about to get wet cause the heat is on
Coming up
Coming on
Coming on (x3)
I'm coming up
I'm coming on
I'm coming