Stop, drop

Shut ′em down, open up shop singing

Oh, noThat's how Ruff Ryders roll

I′m going down, down baby

Yo' street in a Range Rover

Street sweeper baby

Cocked ready to let it go

Shimmy, shimmy cocoa, what?

Listen to it pound

Light it up and take a puff

Pass it to me now

I got that wood grain with the leather seats

I got the windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me

Smoking on that doja

Four of my buddies in the back screamin', "No limit soldiers"

One, two, three and to the four

Snoop Doggy Doggy and Dr. Dre is at the door

Ready to make an entrance so back on up

′Cause you know we′re about to rip stuff up

Give me the microphone first so I can bust it like a bubble

L.A. and Nashville together, man, you know you in trouble

Ain't nothing but a G thang, baby

Y′all locked out people, so we're crazy

Remember walking you from school and homies hate me

But I ain′t tripping, 'cause I knew one day, girl you′ll be my lady

You'll probably have my babies, I know it sounds crazy

But thugs need love and if you real girl save me

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the first of the month

Get up, get up, get up cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it′s the first of the month

Get up, get up, get up everybody singing

Give me two pairs

′Cause I need two pairs

So, I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones

Get to stomping in my Air Force Ones

Saying colt 45 and two zigzags

Baby, that's all we need

And we can go to the park after dark

We can smoke that tumbleweed

As the marijuana burn, we can take our turn

Singing them dirty rap songs

So stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong

Selling tapes from here to Hong Kong

So roll, roll, roll my joint

Pick out the seeds and stems

Feeling high as hell, flying through Palmdale

Skating on Dayton rims

So roll, roll, the ′83

Cadillac Coupé De Ville

If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell

I bet my Caddy will

I wanna be a baller, shot caller

20 inch blades on my Impala

Caller getting paid tonight

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway

Making money the flyaway

But there′s got to be a better way

A better way, better way, yeah

Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story?

Saturday night I was at this real wild party

They had the liquor overflowing the cup

About five or six strippers trying to work for a buck

And I took one girl outside with me

Her name was Maria, she went to junior high with me

I said, "Why you up in there dancing for cash?

I guess a whole a lot's changed since I seen you last."

She said

"What would you do if your son was at home

Crying all alone on the bedroom floor

And he′s hungry

And the only way to feed him is to

Sleep with a man for a little bit of money

And his daddy's gone

Somewhere smoking rock now, in and out of lockdown

I ain't got a job now

So for you this is just a good time

But for me this is what I call life"

Yeah