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Dip Da

Street Gospel专辑

  • 作词 : Suga Free/DJ Quik
    作曲 : Suga Free/DJ Quik
    Hey momma, what's happening?
    This one's for you baby girl
    That's right
    Lee, my baby, what's happening?
    We gon Dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    As we Dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    As we Dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    As we Dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    Come here, momma don't cry
    No we don't need my daddy no more
    Old alcoholic insecure punk
    What you hit my momma for?
    Now I got so many personalities
    It's a shame
    And since pressure can bust a pipe
    I'm relieving my brain
    You ain't my daddy, you ain't my father
    You're water, walter, and my sister Laniesha
    She really ain't your daughter
    Now my momma got a real man
    Me, I remember how bad you treated that pretty lady
    And what you thought was cupid turned out to be
    A violent, itty-bitty, punk, drunk, punk
    With a bow and arrow just like you, stupid
    And knowin' everything I rap about is true
    But the cold part about it is I got half this **** from you
    Now how in the hell
    Did you figure you was gon cross
    That pretty blue eyed-green eyed
    Country voodoo creole female
    Now you reaping what you sow
    'Cause I'm starvin' you
    And my Heavenly Father in Heaven is watching you
    Don't worry momma, we gon lay low and stay low
    As soon as I get out of jail, momma let's carry on
    You dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    Baby dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    And dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    And all the way from them A-B-C's
    To them 1-2-3's
    To the birds and the bees
    Drinking 40's with OG's
    Came a group of young fools
    Who was close as close could get
    We sported golf hats and lay downs
    Stayed down for the set
    Ready to hoo-ride
    'Cause my life is a picnic
    Just one big set-trip
    Snitches and tricks to get with right
    I went to sleep
    To wake up to the same old thing
    My lady, my baby
    No job, just homies ready to gangbang
    My momma tried her best to raise me right
    But still I'm leaving with the homies
    Hurtin' her feelings 'bout to drive her crazy
    She told me every time she hear the police
    She was hoping it wasn't me in the street
    Somewhere deceased, now we struggle to live
    But we living to die
    I see my homies dying one by one
    I wanna cry
    But if heaven's where your living at
    That's the same damn place
    Suga free is gon be chilling at
    I sold my soul for the good
    'Cause I don't want nobody
    Going to my momma house
    Telling her I died in the hood
    So let me slide to the side
    On my tippie toes and thank my G's
    Feel the breeze
    And walk my girl on the beach
    And have a little lunch and make a little love
    And kiss her body and appreciate the tingly bud
    And to keep it real man
    My freak Angelique
    Just turned twenty
    But when she was six man
    Her daddy was her boyfriend
    You dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    Baby dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    And dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    You dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    Baby dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    And dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
  • 作词 : Suga Free/DJ Quik
    作曲 : Suga Free/DJ Quik
    Hey momma, what's happening?
    This one's for you baby girl
    That's right
    Lee, my baby, what's happening?
    We gon Dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    As we Dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    As we Dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    As we Dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    Come here, momma don't cry
    No we don't need my daddy no more
    Old alcoholic insecure punk
    What you hit my momma for?
    Now I got so many personalities
    It's a shame
    And since pressure can bust a pipe
    I'm relieving my brain
    You ain't my daddy, you ain't my father
    You're water, walter, and my sister Laniesha
    She really ain't your daughter
    Now my momma got a real man
    Me, I remember how bad you treated that pretty lady
    And what you thought was cupid turned out to be
    A violent, itty-bitty, punk, drunk, punk
    With a bow and arrow just like you, stupid
    And knowin' everything I rap about is true
    But the cold part about it is I got half this **** from you
    Now how in the hell
    Did you figure you was gon cross
    That pretty blue eyed-green eyed
    Country voodoo creole female
    Now you reaping what you sow
    'Cause I'm starvin' you
    And my Heavenly Father in Heaven is watching you
    Don't worry momma, we gon lay low and stay low
    As soon as I get out of jail, momma let's carry on
    You dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    Baby dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    And dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    And all the way from them A-B-C's
    To them 1-2-3's
    To the birds and the bees
    Drinking 40's with OG's
    Came a group of young fools
    Who was close as close could get
    We sported golf hats and lay downs
    Stayed down for the set
    Ready to hoo-ride
    'Cause my life is a picnic
    Just one big set-trip
    Snitches and tricks to get with right
    I went to sleep
    To wake up to the same old thing
    My lady, my baby
    No job, just homies ready to gangbang
    My momma tried her best to raise me right
    But still I'm leaving with the homies
    Hurtin' her feelings 'bout to drive her crazy
    She told me every time she hear the police
    She was hoping it wasn't me in the street
    Somewhere deceased, now we struggle to live
    But we living to die
    I see my homies dying one by one
    I wanna cry
    But if heaven's where your living at
    That's the same damn place
    Suga free is gon be chilling at
    I sold my soul for the good
    'Cause I don't want nobody
    Going to my momma house
    Telling her I died in the hood
    So let me slide to the side
    On my tippie toes and thank my G's
    Feel the breeze
    And walk my girl on the beach
    And have a little lunch and make a little love
    And kiss her body and appreciate the tingly bud
    And to keep it real man
    My freak Angelique
    Just turned twenty
    But when she was six man
    Her daddy was her boyfriend
    You dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    Baby dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    And dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    You dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    Baby dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8
    And dip Da through the 9-7
    As we tip toe to the 9-8