| Song | Top Drop |
| Artist | Slim Thug |
| Album | The Boss of All Bosses |
| 作曲 : Hawes, Jefferson, Rogers ... | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| For you, jackers that's hatin' | |
| Run up, try to rob, yeah, bitch, | |
| I'm a be waitin' | |
| In the country, see me skatin' on my chrome, lookin', good | |
| You fuck with my bitch and | |
| I'm a shoot up ya hood | |
| Still leather and the wood that's tradition down in | |
| TexasRoll | |
| Cadillac, we don't fuck with no | |
| LexusBitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely | |
| Pour up out the paint, we ain't sippin' on no bubbly | |
| Screwed tape loud while | |
| I'm swangin' by the crowd | |
| And the dro got me, how it feel like | |
| I'm in a cloud | |
| I'm a H-Town nigga, reppin' for | |
| P.A.TBig Hawk, | |
| DJ Screw, | |
| Big Moe and | |
| Pimp CI'm a shine for my city, fuck them haters, talkin' down | |
| So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin' round07 was a hard one but | |
| I can be found | |
| In my slab, puffin' pounds, tryna take away my frown | |
| And IGot the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, got my glock clocked | |
| Glock clocked | |
| I got my mind on my money and my glock in my hand | |
| Grindin' hard, paper stackin', tryna follow the plan | |
| Pullin' gloss and steams, 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 4's, partner stay strapped | |
| The gone catch 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 ain't got sprayed by any but homie | |
| I ain't done | |
| I'm 'bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens | |
| I'm thinkin' [Incomprehensible] with 'bout 4-15's | |
| See the leather is perforated, them boys gone sho' hate it | |
| My slab is undisputed | |
| I'm the number one rated | |
| With my top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, got my glock clocked | |
| Glock clocked | |
| While they waitin' on me to fall, | |
| I'm a still stand tall | |
| Ball hard in the mall | |
| I been shinin' for a while, haters, ya in denial | |
| Since back in 9-8, | |
| I been wreckin' freestyles | |
| With spit lines that'll put a smile on ya child | |
| And do a song that'll make the hood go wild | |
| The flow versatile when they hear it they like wow | |
| That boy got talent, yeah, | |
| I like your style | |
| But, uh, no pressure, don't let the bullshit stress ya | |
| A [Incomprehensible] with somebody test ya, | |
| God bless ya | |
| Ya grind lesser, ya shine lesser | |
| Ya win when you don't let this material shit impress ya | |
| Insides like a dresser, wood grain on the dash | |
| My motto, fuck pain, 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 IGot the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, got my glock clocked | |
| Glock clocked |
| zuò qǔ : Hawes, Jefferson, Rogers ... | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| For you, jackers that' s hatin' | |
| Run up, try to rob, yeah, bitch, | |
| I' m a be waitin' | |
| In the country, see me skatin' on my chrome, lookin', good | |
| You fuck with my bitch and | |
| I' m a shoot up ya hood | |
| Still leather and the wood that' s tradition down in | |
| TexasRoll | |
| Cadillac, we don' t fuck with no | |
| LexusBitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely | |
| Pour up out the paint, we ain' t sippin' on no bubbly | |
| Screwed tape loud while | |
| I' m swangin' by the crowd | |
| And the dro got me, how it feel like | |
| I' m in a cloud | |
| I' m a HTown nigga, reppin' for | |
| P. A. TBig Hawk, | |
| DJ Screw, | |
| Big Moe and | |
| Pimp CI' m a shine for my city, fuck them haters, talkin' down | |
| So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin' round07 was a hard one but | |
| I can be found | |
| In my slab, puffin' pounds, tryna take away my frown | |
| And IGot the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, got my glock clocked | |
| Glock clocked | |
| I got my mind on my money and my glock in my hand | |
| Grindin' hard, paper stackin', tryna follow the plan | |
| Pullin' gloss and steams, 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 4' s, partner stay strapped | |
| The gone catch 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 ain' t got sprayed by any but homie | |
| I ain' t done | |
| I' m ' bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens | |
| I' m thinkin' Incomprehensible with ' bout 415' s | |
| See the leather is perforated, them boys gone sho' hate it | |
| My slab is undisputed | |
| I' m the number one rated | |
| With my top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, got my glock clocked | |
| Glock clocked | |
| While they waitin' on me to fall, | |
| I' m a still stand tall | |
| Ball hard in the mall | |
| I been shinin' for a while, haters, ya in denial | |
| Since back in 98, | |
| I been wreckin' freestyles | |
| With spit lines that' ll put a smile on ya child | |
| And do a song that' ll make the hood go wild | |
| The flow versatile when they hear it they like wow | |
| That boy got talent, yeah, | |
| I like your style | |
| But, uh, no pressure, don' t let the bullshit stress ya | |
| A Incomprehensible with somebody test ya, | |
| God bless ya | |
| Ya grind lesser, ya shine lesser | |
| Ya win when you don' t let this material shit impress ya | |
| Insides like a dresser, wood grain on the dash | |
| My motto, fuck pain, 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 IGot the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, top drop, top drop | |
| Got the damn top, got the damn top drop | |
| Got the, got the, damn top drop, got my glock clocked | |
| Glock clocked |