Beet Drop lyrics

Let me clear my throat!
Kick it over here Baby Pop!
And all the fly skimmers..
Feel the Beet.. mmmm drrrrrrrrop!

Coolin up in Jersey on a hot summer's day
It's me and Erick Sermon and, Keith Mur-ray
A lot of beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of CURSIN!
Forty-five automatic on my person
Yo, got my hand in my pocket and my finger on the trigger
My Squad is gettin BIG, and my Squad is gettin BIGGER!
Some n*ggas got style, some n*ggas got TASTE
Def Squad got the sh*t'll bash you in your FACE
Tote my gun with my n*gga, tote my n*gga with my gun
Hit a b*tch doggie style, so wild, til she c*m
Well I'm the king of the ave., and I'm the king of the block
Don't like what I'm pumpin? You can suck my c*ck!

Well I'm Funk Doc I got all the fly juice
Stankin with my n*ggas on the block one-deuce
Walkin down the block with the fresh fly threads
Reggie Noble got the biggest head

Oahhhahh, hoahhahh, hoahhhah, hoee!!!
Brick City n*gga!