Dippin' Remix Lyrics - Iv Life - King Tee

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 superclean 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 

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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 futher 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 

I'm doin sixty just hangin this muthafucka 

More Bound To The Ounce 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 

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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?? souped?? 

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