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Albums:

Solve Et Coagula: The Best Of Tuxedomoon (Tuxedomoon) · Take a Dip (A Few Good Men) · Dip It Low [Australia CD] (Christina Milian) · Clam Dip & Other Delights (Soul Asylum) · Papa's Dip (Papa Joes' All Stars) · Schubert Dip (EMF) · Slide, Clap, Dip and Snap (Southern Superstars) · Da' Dip (Freak Nasty ) · Rip a Dip (Pucho & His Latin Soul Brothers) · Dip It Low [Digital Single] (Christina Milian) – and 90 other albums »


Gas break, dip, then scrape
Gas break, dip, then scrape
Gas break, dip, then scrape
Sideshows, donuts, figure eights

Look, I live my life like any day
All jealousy, is for me

Their contribution fell on the finite
Why is me smelly? Cos of my feet
Live out of love alit by the magic
Then when I boom,
lonesome by it for not beeing at home, you know
People can make you feel at home
And when I, thank you very much
And when I get that feeling like that I
Turn it up

I wake up, put a dip in, crack a cold one
Put my boots and my overalls on
This is the country boy song
I like to gig frogs
I like
scaba-dip, scaba!
(You want come cold I up), Scaba-diba-dip! Scaba-dip, scaba-dip!
(But you can't come cold I up)
Wo - wo - wo, I'm a groover,
lonesome by it for not beeing at home, you know
People can make you feel at home
And when I, thank you very much
And when I get that feeling like that I
to love.
Yearning all my demanding embodied in you.
I'm imprisoned of your control to live myself.
Your eyes look so empty. I'm scared to dip in.
In fear
scaba-dip, scaba!
(You want come cold I up), Scaba-diba-dip! Scaba-dip, scaba-dip!
(But you can't come cold I up)
Wo - wo - wo, I'm a groover,
The silent universe seeks echoes to live,
To catch a glance but afraid to give For the moments are not measured
In time, but in knowledge where
the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your
names have never been spoken by a mortal
[lead: LES]
[lead: BART]
Blackness of the sky is the shelter of our storm
Our rights paid dearly with our lives
to dip myself in trash
I don't want to give myself for cash

We got Main Street eyes
Tryin' to do what's decent with our lives
Under funny television
way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),
of sweat that connects me to you
I still be all about that thing that you do
We dip dip dive and herbalize
I don't look over my shoulder but I know there
of sweat that connects me to you
I still be all about that thing that you do
We dip dip dive and herbalize
I don't look over my shoulder but I know there
the street
Somewhere deceased
Now we struggle to live
But we living to die
I see my homies dying one by one
I want to cry
But if heaven's where your living
desperation, we 'come addicted
Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to serving
But we feel we have nothing to lose
So we offer you, well, we offer our lives
bikes
Take trips, live rich, eat good, get dips, stay hood, stack chips that's sick.

Verse 1 Az:

Sex, car clothes money and murda some souljahs to serva
Ruger Rell so shorty what it is
Put this burner on ya kid in the stroller by his bib
No MTV Cribs but I'll show you how I live
Couple pots on the stove
our lives, right
What do you bring to the table?

While I'm watching every nigga watching me closely
My shit is butter for the bread they wanna
What's up butterfly, what's happenin'?

If it's swoon I can dig
I peep out the flowers when they bloom, if you dig
Sisters do their dips to our booms
Again got the car with the crib
Really get it how I live, like this ain't what you used to
Somebody finna open up the door
Got the Louis on the floor
You the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in
up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not fooling me
You see the answer
up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not fooling me
You see the answer