Dip Da

Hey momma, what`s happening? (Dip da through the 9-7)<br>This one`s for you baby girl<br>That`s right (As we tip toe to the 9-8)<br>Lee, my baby, what`s happening?<br><br>We gon dip da through the 9-7<br>As we tip toe to the 9-8<br>As we dip da through the 9-7<br>As we tip toe to the 9-8<br>As we dip da through the 9-7<br>As we tip toe to the 9-8<br>As we dip da through the 9-7<br>As we tip toe to the 9-8<br><br>Daddy you trippin<br><br>Come here momma<br>Momma don`t cry<br>No we don`t need my daddy no more<br>Old alcoholic insecure punk<br>What you hit my momma for?<br>Now I got so many personalities<br>It`s a shame<br>And since pressure can bust a pipe<br>I`m relieving my brain<br>You ain`t my daddy<br>You ain`t my father<br>You`re water, Walter<br>And my sister Laniesha<br>She really ain`t your daughter<br>Now my momma got a real man<br>Me!<br>I remember how bad you treated that pretty lady<br>And what you thought was cupid<br>Turned out to be<br>A violent, itty-bitty, punk, drunk, punk<br>With a bow and arrow<br>Just like you, stupid!<br>And knowin everything I rap about is true<br>But the cold part about it is<br>I got half this shit from you<br>Now how in the hell<br>Did you figure you was gon cross<br>That pretty blue eyed-green eyed<br>Country voodoo creole female<br>Now you reaping what you sow<br>Cause I`m ??? you<br>And my heavenly father in heaven<br>Is watching you<br>Don`t worry momma<br>We gon lay low<br>And stay low<br>As soon as I get out of jail<br>Momma let`s carry on<br><br>You dip da through the 9-7<br>As we tip toe to the 9-8<br>Baby dip da through the 9-7<br>As we tip toe to the 9-8<br>And dip da through the 9-7<br>As we tip toe to the 9-8<br><br>And all the way from them A-B-C`s<br>To them 1-2-3`s<br>To the birds and the bees<br>Drinking 40`s with OG`s<br>Came a group of young fools<br>Who was close as close could get<br>We sported golf hats and ???<br>Stayed down for the set<br>Ready to hoo-ride<br>Cause my life is a picnic<br>Just one big set-trip<br>Snitches and tricks to get with right<br>I went to sleep<br>To wake up to the same old thing<br>My lady, my baby<br>No job, just homies ready to gangbang<br>My momma tried her best to raise me right<br>But still I`m leaving with the homies<br>Hurtin her feelings<br>Bout to drive her crazy<br>She told me every time she hear the police<br>She was hoping it wasn`t me in the street<br>Somewhere deceased<br>Now we struggle to live<br>But we living to die<br>I see my homies dying one by one<br>I wanna cry<br>But if heaven`s where your living at<br>That`s the same damn place<br>Suga Free is gon be chilling at<br>I sold my soul for the good<br>Cause I don`t want nobody<br>Going to my momma house<br>Telling her I died in the hood<br>So let me slide to the side<br>On my tippie toes<br>And thank my G`s<br>Feel the breeze<br>And walk my girl on the beach<br>And have a little lunch<br>And make a little love<br>And kiss her body <br>And appreciate the tingly bud<br>And to keep it real man<br>My freak Angelique<br>Just turned twenty<br>But when she was six man<br>Her daddy was her boyfriend<br><br>Chorus<br><br>That`s right<br>Know it<br>I`m out here with it<br>I see it, know it, gonna tell it<br>Momma, I appreciate you baby girl<br>And to my homeboys that`s resting in peace<br>I can`t see ya homie<br>But we still share the same atmosphere<br>I love ya, I love ya man<br>Rest in peace dog<br>Rest<br><br>Chorus