Drop The Pharcyde

[Produced by J Dilla]

[Intro]
Drop! (Baby, baby, baby)

[Chorus]
Drop!
Drop!
Drop!
Drop!

[Verse 1: Bootie Brown]
Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk
That talks more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state
As I invade their masquerade, they couldn't fade with a clipper blade
Ten years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing, and you bunted for an easy out
I leave emcees with doubt of exceeding
My name is Bootie Brown, and I'm proceeding, leading
They try to follow, but they shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle of O.E
They have no key or no clue
To the game at all, now they washed up
Hung out to dry
Standin' looking stupid, wondering why (Why man?)
It was the fame (Fame), that they tried to get
Now,they walking around talkin' about represent
And keep it real, but I got to appeal
'Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel