you to undress Roll on top, put your hands on my chest Baby are ya ready for daddy get blessed Stop, drop and roll with me oh yes [1] - Stop, drop and roll
go Baby, stop and drop and roll Stop, drop, roll with me Baby, you know you got me in heat I'm on fire Baby you move over here, oh Stop, drop, roll
Traduzione: Prossimo. Stop, Drop And Roll.
(feat. Montell Jordan) [Verse 1: E A Ski] And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, hell yeah And it don't quit, and it don't stop Fool
's what's up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up (Lloyd Banks) Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray See every now
that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby
side like you really wanna give it up, Stick a finger in yo mouth, Lick it up a lil bit now slowly suck down, Next time I'm a get the airport shuttle and drop
sweats And litle niggas got through the mall like packs of wild animals Anticipating the showdown In my town Pretty (?) bitches get fucked Then they stock just drop
that keeps it duplicated Or faded in no type of way, hate it if you like But you can't stop us gettin' paid Unless you sabotage the stage, or drop us
the wage to save the lost man Awesome, now you can stop fearing the coffin If this rocks ya let nothing stopy ya the Poppa's got ya Drop to your knees
Ya'll ain't never seen no honniez in a party like this [Fizz rap:] So we made our way to the back of the drop Scratchin my back like please don't stop
it and roll wit it and maybe you roll wit us Pop lock and drop it now pop lock and drop it fo me pop lock and drop it say pop lock and drop it whats
While I throw up this message on the star [Chorus:] When them bottles stop poppin' And them dollars start stopping Do what you did to get it and don't stop (don't stop
up the check" And the next move, you might think it's tasteless But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress [Xzibit] We rip shows, and hoes drop
go, hittin' the door Niggaz goin' down and dropped off with them triple gold Thangs, but now a Slobs ain't givin' a fuck About a copper tryin' to stop
I be was red And I chose to be a Blood cause I'm a Dog A muthafuckin' rock waller Checkin' out Crab baller So now you know when you roll thru the '4 I
try to lean on me I'm a put the beam on him Tele-screen on me, really if he only Knew that we split him like a blunt then roll him Every time I turn
show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop,
