"Beet Drop" as written by Rick Rubin, Adam Keefe Horovitz, Michael Louis Diamond, Adam Nathaniel Yauch and Reggie Noble....
Let me clear my throat!
Kick it over here Baby Pop!
And all the fly skimmers
Feel the Beet.. mmmm drop!

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 niggaz got style, some niggaz got taste
Def Squad got the shit'll bash you in your face
Tote my gun with my nigga, tote my nigga with my gun
Hit a bitch doggie style, so wild, til she come
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 cock!

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

Oh, hoah, hoah, hoe!

Brick City nigga!


Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned

"Beet Drop" as written by Adam Keefe Horovitz Adam Horovitz

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC

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