Let's Go Dippin (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 f**k 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' Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets 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 further, 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 muthaf**ka [Unverified] 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 Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets 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 [Unverified] 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 Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets