Dip Da

<p>Hey momma, what&#x27;s happening? (Dip da through the 9-7)<br/>This one&#x27;s for you baby girl<br/>That&#x27;s right (As we tip toe to the 9-8)<br/>Lee, my baby, what&#x27;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/>Come here momma<br/>Momma don&#x27;t cry<br/>No we don&#x27;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&#x27;s a shame<br/>And since pressure can bust a pipe<br/>I&#x27;m relieving my brain<br/>You ain&#x27;t my daddy<br/>You ain&#x27;t my father<br/>You&#x27;re water, Walter<br/>And my sister Laniesha<br/>She really ain&#x27;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&#x27;m ??? you<br/>And my heavenly father in heaven<br/>Is watching you<br/>Don&#x27;t worry momma<br/>We gon lay low<br/>And stay low<br/>As soon as I get out of jail<br/>Momma let&#x27;s carry on<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&#x27;s<br/>To them 1-2-3&#x27;s<br/>To the birds and the bees<br/>Drinking 40&#x27;s with OG&#x27;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&#x27;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&#x27;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&#x27;s where your living at<br/>That&#x27;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&#x27;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&#x27;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/>Chorus<br/><br/>That&#x27;s right<br/>Know it<br/>I&#x27;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&#x27;s resting in peace<br/>I can&#x27;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