Dippin’ (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1]
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*t and caught a early mornin' buzz
And called my n*gga 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*t, yo, my sh*t was hot
So I drove straight to the wash spot
They shine my sh*t up real glossy
Suckers starin' but my sh*t jumps like Kriss Kross, G
So f*ck 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'

[Chorus]
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets
(All around the world, let's go dippin')
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

[Verse 2]
Now I'm rollin' c*cked 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 IV Life
Without a doubt everything was tight
But they gotta watch out for the King
'Cause I can make my '63 sing
No pigs around, yo, I ain't no sucka
I'm doin 60 just hangin' this muthaf*cka
More Bounce 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'
[Chorus]
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets
(All around the world, let's go dippin')
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

[Verse 3]
I felt like Cube 'cause today was a good day
For me to act a 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 soupped
I park my sh*t 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
Humps in the back, sunroof top
n*ggas lookin' crazy so I'm reachin' for the Glock
Every hood knows whether Bloodin' or Crippin'
Ain't nothin' like a Sunday out just dippin'

[Chorus]
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets
(West Coast, come on)
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets
(Just dippin'...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
Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets
(Just dippin'...just dippin')