Tonalité : Eb major
Intro 1
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Well it's a hot hot
Verse 1
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Sunday jump up around a quarter to ten
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Had to run and get this blunt
that I left in my Benz
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I lit the shit and caught
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a early mornin buzz
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And called my nigga E 'What up
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loc?,' 'What up cuz?'
I'm thinkin bout pullin out
the trey for performance
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And maybe hit a few corners
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I let the batteries charge while
the kids stood waitin
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For me to hit the switch
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and floss the Daytons
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I tap my shit, yo, my shit was hot
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So I drove her straight down to the
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wash spot
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They shine my shit up real glossy
Suckers starin but my shit
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jumps like Kriss Kross G
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So fuck what ya heard
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cause my trey does flips
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The superclean three with the lifts
I guess I got my whole day
planned and I'm trippin
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Quick to hit the switch so let's go dip
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pin
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Verse 2
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Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets
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(repeat 3X)
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Now I'm rollin cocked up, flossin down
Verse 3
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the street
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I took Imperial to the beach
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But before I arose on the scene
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I saw the individuals rollin like a team
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Drove a little bit futher saw
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mafia for life
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Without a doubt everything was tight
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But they gotta watch
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out for the King
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Cause I can make my sixty- three sing
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No pigs round, no I ain't no sucka
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I'm doin sixty just hangin
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this muthafucka
More Bound To The Ounce
is what counts so I show it
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Even if it means I gotta total it
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Swervin from lane to lane
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A Cadillac just ain't the same
If you don't know what
I mean and ya sittin
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Come on, get in,
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let's go dippin
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Verse 4
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Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets
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(repeat 3X) I felt like Cube cause today was a good day
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For me to act the fool in my trey
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I'm not worried bout
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a sucka tryin to stick and rob
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I just buck em down with my thirty- odd
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Creeped up to the beach,
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packed to capacity
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Hoes walkin by 'Hi Your Majesty'
I said I'm not Young MC but
what's the flava
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I played it like Troop cause
I'm not? souped?
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I park my shit on three wheels
cause I'm ill
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D#m
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Compton's on the set with the real deal
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This one's for the riders
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all around the world
Dippin through the hood wit your girl
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Bumps in the back, sunroof top
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Niggas lookin crazy so I'm reachin
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for the gloc
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Every hood knows where the blood
and are crippin
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Ain't nothin like a Sunday out just
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dippin
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Verse 5
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Let's go dippin, dippin through
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the streets (repeat 3X)
Outro 1
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