Chips N Dip Lyrics - Singles - (amb)

Otis: 

It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl! 

It's on you girl, it's all on you! 

Look girl, you know that I wanna hit that. 

You only with it cause you know I kick a sick rap 

Your man wanna combat, but I ain't on that 

He just mad that AMB got the contract 

Funny how so many bitches wanna come by 

When back then it was, "Aww, he's just some guy" 

Now that my paper's straight, they wanna act right 

Flossin' them titties and steady workin' the backside 

Whisper in my ear sayin' they can treat a thug right 

Well, that ain't me, bitch. I live scrub life 

Cause that's the only way I escape 

Watchin' my old school Monday night Nitro tapes 

With my homeboys - And they' tap that ass 

Most times they do, it's just a part of the path 

From the crowd to the stage, from the stage to the head 

Through the back, to the crew, to the bus, to the bed 

If you had it your way it wouldn't end with a thanks 

It'd be bus to the bed then straight to the bank 

Fuck that 

All you want is some superstar sex 

To try to get you some of them superstar checks 

Keep callin' me superstar and this what you get 

Mister Otis chokin' the shit outta that pretty little neck (just fuckin' die!) 

And don't think for a second that you're wifey. 

You get a dick and that's it and then I'm like, "Peace!" 

Chorus: 

It's like this; you ain't right you trife bitch, you sick 

Always out for my chips and dip 

You think them lips will get shit from me? 

Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free. 

You think them lips will get shit from me? 

Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free 

Hook: 

It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl! 

It's on you girl, it's all on you! 

Bonez Dubb: 

Oh no, I seen her comin' from a long ways 

She got a limp and her walkin' don't look okay 

Steady shakin' and bakin' takin' them baby steps 

More like a shuffle or hustle, but with a broke neck 

Bitch, I ain't got no twenty for that ass 

Cause you know crackheads don't pay nobody back 

I can drop you off at my homie's crib and they'd love to give that dirty little neden a dip, shit 

I ain't hatin' I'm just sayin' that you playin' all that namin' on my game, that shit's gotta go 

And I'm creepin' and you sleepin' on them meetin' to decide 

When the fuck we gonna roll on this basehead hoe 

One thing I gotta do before you say somethin' else 

Is try to get this girl some professional help 

I'm gonna get someone to take you out 

To try to get some food instead of dick in your mouth 

Cause it's like that 

I ain't down and you ain't shit 

Back up off the dip, you dumb bitch 

I chop necks and sirens 

By all means, stay off the street and start smokin' the green 

I see you screamin' at the camera up on T.V. 

Steady makin' your rounds up on the news team 

Cause they give up a hoe that's so dead and sick 

But she'll never catch a drift of my chips and dip! 

Chorus: 

It's like this; you ain't right you trife bitch, you sick 

Always out for my chips and dip 

You think them lips will get shit from me? 

Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free. 

You think them lips will get shit from me? 

Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free 

Hook: 

It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl! 

It's on you girl, it's all on you! 

Otis: 

And that's right! Scrub life, bitch! Sweat from my biggity balls!