King Tee (King T)

King Tee (King T) - Let's Go Dippin songtekst

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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

 Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3X)

 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

 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 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 (repeat 3X
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