Blue - Tops Still Droppin' Lyrics

Yeah what's up H-town?
You know we gon' drop it in the sunny
See you at that park on Sunday you know what I'm sayin'
Tops still droppin
Trunks still poppin
We gonna hold it down
Tops still droppin
Trunks still poppin
Tops still droppin
Welcome to the land of them Texas boys
Comin' down in candy toys
Smokin' weed and talkin' noise
RIP Pimp C from the Villa of the Trilla
Short Texas motherf*cker
House of motherf*ckin' Killas
Tops still droppin
Front end hoppin
Trunks still poppin
Ass end knockin
Swangin' on fos and Vogues
Smokin' on the dro
Turnin' up on Popo
Like Mr Fat Pat
I've got ghetto dreams
Sippin' as I'm tippin
Candy red up on the scene
Swangin' lane to lane
On that Martin Luther King
Never caught slippin' in the turnin' lane
Light up the night sky
With trunks that bang
Flossin' them diamonds we got from Johnny Dang
Everywhere we go
We still jammin
Screw
What about you damn fool
What it do
Tops still droppin
Trunks still poppin
Tops still droppin
Certified gangsta
But we love to rock
Pantera in the trunk
Beatin' down your block
Like an earthquake
I make it shimmy and shake
Choppin' button blades
On that Belway 8
Gettin' head from a bopper
Cause you know I'm a sinner
Dropped her ass off
Grabbed a Timmy Chan wing
Got a Big Daddy grill
With a chrome-plated woman
Pop my trunk
And the speakers be thunderin
Rollin' down Fondren
With my top down low
Headin' to the strip club
It's gonna be a show
Buckles and belts with the 5th wheel relaxed
I got mud by the pint
Weed by the sack
Blue faces by the rack
I keep a knot in my pocket
Got a left cross
Knocked out your eye socket
3rd Coast born
Texas Louisiana raised
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Tops still droppin
Trunks still poppin
Tops still droppin
Tops still droppin
Trunks still poppin
Tops still droppin
Tops still droppin
Trunks still poppin
Tops still droppin
Rockin' orange Air Force Ones
With the Astros fit
Dippin' in the wet
A Newport cigarette
I'm not Jesus
But I can walk on the water
Late at night
Doin' nasty things
With your daughter
Got that girl squirtin
Like a water wiggle
We cuddle and tickle
I like the way she giggle
Runnin' down the middle
Like Kamara
Jeans with the crease as I'm poppin in my collar
Champagne in the club
Drinkin' straight from the bottle
I'm a baller and shot caller
But I ain't your role model
Just cause I f*ck models
I ain't a model citizen
Flossin' down the avenues
With my denizens
I'm in it to win it
But I keep a backup plan
Just like I always
Keep bail money on hand
You never know
What's poppin' off down south
Mind your P's and Q's
And keep my name out your mouth