Lyrics:
the hip
And when I asked about his name, they told me, that's The Lip
(Yip yip yip yip)
No one plays high notes like The Lip
He's got a tone that's
mind is on the fritz and shit
Trying to be a good kid
The world hangs by my eyelids
A nigga on autopilot
Chasing booty like pirates (yip yip)
We got it
'bout this push and pull
You're baitin' me
Nobody asked if butterflies
Were okay with me
Should I be concerned I've been alone
Now I just can't hang up
Hey there, you know I don't see a dog like you
You hang around in the cold blackness
And watch it all
Guess you just love the ladies
Why don't
as a bitch
Can't tell me nothing
Man its only a sip
Don't be a don't be a bitch
Hang around four be the fifth
Ya hang around four be the fifth
Baby looking
3’s, Goran Drogic
No spray tan I love my girls exotic
Why are all these bitches so toxic
Appa yip yip lets get to movin
All that fake shit you should
Ah, the ever-so-young high school and college years
What a crazy time?
The time where you're too grown up to hang out
With your mom and dad for
[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
Nigga if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
Waking Up
Performer：ROOT
Composer ：Jan Curious / Teriver Cheung
Lyricist ：Jan Curious
Arranger ：Teriver Cheung
I was a part of you
I thought I was
[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
Nigga if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
[Snoop Dogg]
N**** you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
N**** if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
[Snoop Dogg]
N**** you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
N**** if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
of Spring - Rites of Spring
Jamboree - Beat Happening
Tales of Terror - Tales of Terror
Last Sessions Vol 1 - Lead Belly
Superfuzz Bigmuff - Mudhoney
Yip Jump
[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
Nigga if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
Nigga's jackin mine, they ain't got no type of mind games
'Cause Ellenwood is where I hang
Do my shit myself, got my own rules and my ways
I got a aura
on the moon
Our best lead in years
Hangs from the chandelier
In the rooom...
Hoo hung Watson Fung.
Roust out his haunts to
Find where he's gone to
Send
Man you niggas doing all that yip yap
Ain't doing shit
Nigga fuck you hoes Nigga fuck your weed nigga
Know what im talm bout
Nigga lets get paid
Yeah
gonna waste my time
Yip yap Trip trap Sneak dissing and all that
Mm mm Yeah yeah Y'all need to fall back
When you gotta know You gotta know
Already know
interact
Know it starts with our Dads
We keep living in the past
You don't know how act
Lash out that's brash
Now my friend free at last
Used to hang like
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