Verse 1 (Philosophy):

Uncool Nigga. neva pulled triggas, I guess I'm Obi oneeeee/
Dark like Kunta, but you swear that you're Toby huuhhhhh?/
No disrespect but f*** yo couch homie/
I'll do it in my hat cuz Kung Lao told me (what he told you?)/
Tell em to beat it, beat it off my scrotie/
No Mike Jack but click clack/
Better back back James Brown Back/
Andddd I'm here to reek my havoc yo/
Unclothed in pics, but you swear you not about it though/
Want me to believe that you're an angel/
We both see the light but I'm lookin from an angle/
Or Ang-el, No Kurt involved/
Unless you're Cobaine, with his untimely death solved/
Sometimes I need to get away and stay David Blainin/
But people in my way, so I stay lane changin'/
Make music for me release it for those to relate/
Cuz haters gone hate, like potatoes gone potate/

Hook (Philosophy):

Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it low/
Let me see you work it girl drop it to the flo/
Bend it over wit no hands, shake it for dem rubber bands/
Bust a split, let me see you headstand/

Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it low/
Let me see you work it girl drop it to the flo/
Bend it over wit no hands, shake it for dem rubber bands/
Bust a split, let me see you headstand/

Verse 2 (Philosophy):

She's dippin' and strippin' her body is body is flippin'/
Stackin' her paper extravagant whippin/
Her body he's pimpin, she short with the funds, he's smackin' and bruisin' until she it limpin/
Oh my...that guy, the one you claim you love/
He's smashin _______ and bussin' kids all without a glove/
So shake that ahhh, bounce dat ahhh open for me trick/
Don't you like when they bend you ova across that dick?
Oh you don't? So you mad? Aren't you a bad B____/
Yall just bad for the game, no computer glitch/
Bad in front of B**** that makes it all good/
So what happens if you keep the bad up in da hood?/
Not a thang changed, to me that's so strange/
If good is bad, and bad is good where's the exchange?/
You know I know, we know we gotta keep it, keep it movin'/
It's so sad to see as blacks that we ain't improvin'/
Yet yall keep askin' how I feel/
Just ask Lucifer, almost sold my soul for a crappy deal/

Hook (Philosophy):

Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it low/
Let me see you work it girl drop it to the flo/
Bend it over wit no hands, shake it for dem rubber bands/
Bust a split, let me see you headstand/

Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it low/
Let me see you work it girl drop it to the flo/
Bend it over wit no hands, shake it for dem rubber bands/
Bust a split, let me see you headstand/