Drop It Like It's Hot (featuring Maestro)

by The Jester (AKA: Rhymin' Dog Dog, OG!)

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Chorus:
When The Jesta's in the crib ma,
Drop it like it's hot (3)
When the girlies try to get at cha
Pimp it like it's hot (3)
And if da Maestro get an attitude
Pop it like it's hot (3)
My brain's about to crack and I got big sack
and I'm pourin' out the Jack, cuz it's time to jus' relax

(Maestro)
(Verse1)
Imma smart guy wit some nice dreams
see my nice art? I like ice cream
eligible bachelor, I also like goats
and I'm whiter then what's spillin down your throat :)
I'm the phantom, on exterior, straight up erratic
the interior like a robot, brain's systematic
i can turn you on like a light in the attic
cheat on ya man, ma, thats how you, um, kizzzzatic...
killa wit the beat, shot tha Jesta in da street with the steel to make him feel
like dog meal in the heat
so dont try to run up on my ear, talkin all that raspy stuff
tryin to ask me stuff
all my wiggas know I'm too much of a wuss to cuss
but, still think about it
take a second
matter fact, you should take 4, B!
and think before you ask me if I want some more tea!

Chorus:
When The Jesta's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot (3)
When the girlies try to get at cha
Pimp it like it's hot (3)
And if da Maestro get an attitude
Pop it like it's hot (3)
My brain's about to crack, I got hair on my back
and I'm pourin' out the Jack, cuz it's time to jus' relax

(Jesta)
(Verse 2)
Im da Jesta, but y'all knew that
the damned Main Man, yeah i had to do that
i keep my Jesterites chillin' on my web site
I need a cigarette, tryin' to find my f'n light...
I hate to say it, but I think Nathan's gay
He eats so much meat, you'd think it was a buffet
Ha, yup! I kid, yup! He's cool with me.
jus' a-talks about romance in his mother*bleep* diary
me, i can't take, I break it and then I fake it
see i realize the way to make the girls get naked
so bring all your friends, all of ya'll Jesterites
we got a world premiere, right here now get live
so keep it freaky styley, keep it on the smiley
ain't no place for the wusses and the whinies
act silly, shout "BLIMEY!" always keep it shiny,
or, brother, I might have to get medieval on your hiney

Chorus:
When The Jesta's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot (3)
When the girlies try to get at cha
Pimp it like it's hot (3)
And if da the Maestro get an attitude
Pop it like it's hot (3)
My brain's about to crack and I'm pickin' up the slack
and I'm pourin' out the Jack, cuz it's time to jus' relax

(Jesta)
(Verse 3)
Imma bad dude
I'm-a kinda rude
drive beat up cars,
wear beat up shoes
comin' from the streets
straight from Little Detroit
(Maestro): He's the Main Man!
yeah, shut up, boy.

I'm like-a Charlie Sheen, or like-a Ben Vereen
I got more rhymes than a... lima bean?
oh you think i'm funny? oh you wanna joke back?
go toe to toe with the Jesta? now, wigga stop that..
Drank too much booze, now I'm on the move
I'm still rantin',
gonna pass out pretty soon
but girlies say I'm sweet
still they wanna kiss me
and must I remind you, they're only here twist me?
pistol whip me, mindsplit me and flip me,
my life playin' like a *bleep* comic tragedy
but, wigga, hang around, cuz I'm still down to please
baby, have a heapin' of my hospitality

Chorus:
When The Jesta's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot (3)
When the girlies try to get at cha
Pimp it like it's hot (3)
And if da Maestro get an attitude
Pop it like it's hot (3)
My brain is pretty whacked, just say no to crack
and keep pourin' out the Jack, cuz it's time to jus' relax

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