Let's Go Dippin Lyrics

Well, it's a hot, hot Sunday, jump up around a quarter to ten

Had to run and get this blunt that I left in my Benz

I lit the shit and caught a early mornin' buzz

And called my nigga E, "What up, loc? What up, cuz?"

I'm thinkin' 'bout pullin' out the trey for performance

And maybe hit a few corners

I let the batteries charge while the kids stood waitin'

For me to hit the switch and floss the Daytons

I tap my shit, yo, my shit was hot

So I drove her straight down to the wash spot

They shine my shit up real glossy

Suckers starin' but my shit jumps like Kriss Kross G

So fuck what ya heard 'cause my trey does flips

The super-clean three with the lifts

I guess I got my whole day planned and I'm trippin'

Quick to hit the switch, so let's go dippin'

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Now I'm rollin', cocked up, flossin' down the street

I took Imperial to the beach but before I arose on the scene

I saw the individuals rollin' like a team

Drove a little bit further, saw mafia for life

Without a doubt everything was tight

But they gotta watch out for the King

'Cause I can make my sixty-three sing

No pigs 'round, no, I ain't no sucka

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[Unverified] is what counts, so I show it

Even if it means I gotta total it

Swervin' from lane to lane, a Cadillac just ain't the same

If you don't know what I mean and ya sittin'

Come on, get in, let's go dippin'

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

I felt like Cube 'cause today was a good day

For me to act the fool in my trey

I'm not worried 'bout a sucka tryin' to stick and rob

I just buck 'em down with my thirty-odd

Creeped up to the beach, packed to capacity

Hoes walkin' by, "Hi, Your majesty"

I said I'm not Young MC but what's the flava

I played it like Troop 'cause I'm not [Unverified]

I park my shit on three wheels 'cause I'm ill

Compton's on the set with the real deal

This one's for the riders all around the world

Dippin' through the hood wit your girl

Bumps in the back, sunroof top

Niggas lookin' crazy, so I'm reachin' for the gloc

Every hood knows where the blood and are crippin'

Ain't nothin' like a Sunday out, just dippin'

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets