Slim Thug
Slim Thug & Devin The Dude
Slim Thug & Yelawolf
Slim Thug & Mannie Fresh
Slim Thug
Slim Thug & Paul Wall
Slim Thug
Slim Thug & UGK
Slim Thug
Slim Thug & Z-Ro & J-Dawg
Slim Thug & Scarface & J-Dawg
Slim Thug & Killa Kyleon
Slim Thug & Rob G & Yung Redd & Mike-D (S.U.C.) & Lil’ O & Big Pokey & Lil Keke & Trae tha Truth & Z-Ro & UGK & Paul Wall & Mike Jones & Chamillionaire
[Chorus: Rich Boy & Slim Thug]
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped (Huh)
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped (Huh)
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped (Huh)
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, got my Glock cocked
(Slim Thugga, mothafucka)
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
For you jackas that's hatin' (Hatin')
Run up try to rob, yeah, bitch, I'ma be waitin' (Yeah, bitch, I'ma be waitin')
Man, country see me skatin' on my chrome, lookin' good (Huh)
You fuck with my bitch and I'ma shoot up ya hood (I'ma shoot up ya hood)
Still leather and the wood, that's tradition down in Texas (Texas)
Roll Cadillac, we don't fuck with no Lexus (Nah)
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the pint, we ain't sippin' on no bubbly (We ain't sippin' on no bubbly)
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro got me high, it feel like I'm in a cloud (It feel like I'm in a cloud)
I'm a H-Town nigga reppin' for P-A-T
Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe and Pimp C (R.I.P.)
I'ma shine for my city, fuck them haters talkin' down (Fuck you)
So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin' 'round (Okay)
'07 was a hard one, but I can be found
In my slab puffin pounds, tryna take away my frown, and I
[Chorus: Rich Boy & Paul Wall]
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped (That's right)
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped (Upstage rap, [?])
Got the— got the damn top dropped, got my Glock cocked (This how we do)
[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
I got my mind on my money and my Glock in my hand
Grindin hard, paper stackin', tryna follow the plan
Pullin' plots and schemes, chasin' million-dollar dreams
Livin' the thug life, I get it by any means
When times get hard I got no one to hold me down
So I ride with the top down and cruise around town
The boppers in line 'cause I been known to be a slab rider
Comin' down clean, marchin' like a freedom fighter
When you ride fours, partner, stay strapped
They gon' get ya at the light and put one in ya cap
See, I keep it in my lap, I ain't slippin' for none
And I got sprayed by Eddie, but, homie, I ain't done
I'm 'bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens
I'm thinkin' Rockford Fosgate with 'bout four fifteens
See, the leather is perforated, them boys gon' sure hate it
My slab is undisputed, I'm the number one rated
With my top dropped, baby
[Chorus: Rich Boy]
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, got my Glock cocked
[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
While they waitin' on me to fall I'ma still stand tall, ball hard in the mall (Yeah)
I been shinin' for a while, haters ya in denial (Ya in denial)
Since back in '98, I been wreckin' freestyles (Huh)
Still spit lines that'll put a smile on ya child (On ya child)
And do a song that'll make the hood go wild (Yeah)
The flow versatile, when they hear it, they like, "Wow" (Wow)
"That boy got talent, yeah, I like your style, but, uhh (I like your style)
No pressure, don't let the bullshit stress ya (Uh-uh)
A foe and somebody test ya, God bless ya (God bless ya)
Ya grind lesser, ya shine lesser (Shine)
You win when you don't let this material shit impress ya"
Insides like a dresser, woodgrain on the dash (Dash)
My motto, "Fuck fame, put my name on the cash" (Put my name on the cash)
I used to wish and dream I could swang on the glass
Now cars, clothes, and hoes is a thang of the past, and I
[Chorus: Rich Boy]
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, got my Glock cocked (Glock cocked, Glock cocked)
Top Drop was produced by Mr. Rogers.