King Tee - 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 sh** and caught a early mornin buzz And called my n***a 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 sh**, yo, my sh** was hot So I drove her straight down to the wash spot They shine my sh** up real glossy s**ers starin but my sh** jumps like Kriss Kross G So f** 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 Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3X) Now I'm rollin co*ked 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 s**a I'm doin sixty just hangin this muthaf**a 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 Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3X) 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 s**a 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 sh** 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 n***as 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 (repeat 3X)