Lyrics:
Yo go and pray live yo mothafuckin life day by day
Yo go and pray live yo mothafuckin life day by day
Yo go and pray live you mothafuckin life day by
Down to tha Dirty Bay
Riding the Cali Way
Dippin' initiation sparks on tha interstate
Music blastin' & California written on the license plate
I love tha
my phone ring, beggin' me to come by
I was right around the corner
I know I could've said no but I ain't stop
Told me, ?Come in, the doors unlocked for
riding the wave
Imma dive right in the pool, then step out with this drip
Bring the chips with the dip
Dippin' in the whip
Then I dip right in the pool,
Give'r
Lordy, lordy, North of the Forty, where the snow flies hangin' with the hip
Throw a 2 four in the 4 by 4, take your little honey for a rip
mission, dippin', sqrew-job intermission you're bangin' for mine
From the west to the east to the nine, nine
Bow down bustas ain't no bannin' me
Now I'm
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
net
Don't wanna be trapped
But it be them late nights
Dippin with the windows tinted
To my apartment over on the westside
How do you keep gettin yo
sufferin' from cancer
Feel like Tony did it but he don't really know the answer
So he gone let it burn until he get confirmed
Couple months fly by, Tony
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
I'm dippin through there late night
I'm sorry lord but I was brought up to run up and then take flight
I was born alone and ima die by my lonely
These
My nigga I walk with a check
These shoes cost a rack so you know I'ma flex 'em
Just left the condo I'm dippin' from Texas
My whip a space ship my
thang
Quick to cook and breakin' cane
Straight runnin' thangs around the way
Havin' his money man
A rider from the hood understood by many sets
With
what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?
Brawlers, who be dippin' in the Benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
DL so I bails from fifth-0
I'm hittin' corners, blocks
Driveways and alleys
Whitewall's and Rally's dippin' up
And down Cali
Might hit the spot,
lot pimpin
Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin
Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin slow, driven by the invisible man
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin
By the grievin'
My story's no fairy tale, reach
you up a peanuts fishin' At first I wasn't gonna go dippin Then I said dame look at all these bitches Snatch up four fly bitches, time to ride I went
can't fit 'em all inside the Escalade
So I called up, murder to further my parkin' lot pimpin'
Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin'
Lay back,
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
And By 23 I’ll have it matted down
1996
1999
2005
Born in November
1995
2009
Dates that I remember
Mourn in November
2020
Watch me prophesied
It’ll all be
fuck, fine by me
Bitch I'm trying to sip, not no lean
Say she wanna smoke, all the reef
Quick lemme find, all the weed
Pulling off fast no S.R.T.
were okay and not going to hell
I hate these 2020 Visions
World is torn apart by damn incisions
White collars make all the decisions
I'm stuck in
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