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bloods & crips - steady dippin' (explicit) lyrics

[intro: dj battlecat (c+rider)]
smooth, baby
steady dippin’
for the mothaf+ckin’ ’93
but you don’t hear me though
straight everyday bangin’
slangin’, you know what i mean?
that hoo+ride
steady dippin’

[verse 1: do or die (a+love)]
back into my neighborhood, stop at big time
get a bag of chips and a dollar wine
roll down greenleaf, make a left on caress
fire up the endo, can’t f+ck with the stress
hangin’ out with my n+ggas (fire up that bud, cuz)
sittin’ in my ‘4, with fingers on the trigga
always ready for some set trippin’
that’s why i’m dippin’ and dappin’, crippin’ and dippin’
never catch me slippin’
checkin’ out the b+tches (what’s up, b+tch?)
raise up the funk
and f+ck with the switches
front back, and pause on three’s
rag top four
sittin’ on them d’s
checkin’ ass for the big booty onе (d+mn, she got ass!)
mackin’ to the skunk and let hеr ride shotgun
roll by the park, and check the n+ggaros
straight up crips and domino like g bros (what’s up, cuz, huh?)
checkin’ out the n+ggas from hangin’ like nuts
even when one time pulls up (one time, one time)
one time’ll get checked like a b+tch
white boys in this n+ggas’ cl!ck (b+tch!)
move on, before you can’t pass
in april 3rd, come back to haunt yo’ ass
you ain’t gon’ change a godd+mn thang
it’s plain and simple ’cause thangs don’t change
when you’re gone (sh+t ain’t changed, cuz)
we still be crippin’
and makin’ cash money
steady dippin’ (steady dippin’)
[hook: dj quik x4]
the underground is moving thangs!
hoochies and playaz and gettin’ drunk and off that bud

[verse 2: miss c+note]
hittin’ boyz n tha hood with do or die
them crips is rollin’ deep and ’em slob n+ggas is drivin’ red hyundais
that’s why i couldn’t be a snoop, i gots to have my 9
my bk’s and my m+th+f+ckin’ coupe
in my caddy hittin’ corners, hittin’ the switches, droppin’ quick
‘ru n+ggas on my tip, like a b+tch
6+0 rollin’ deep, murderin’ 20’s crenshaw mafia
i k!ll them good and plenty
c+note is a m+th+f+ckin’ g b+tch
i got my grip tucked down in my cleavage
and if a n+gga wanna jack i got my steel dip gat
tucked down, where the m+th+f+ckin’ p+ssy at
hit a ‘ru n+gga ’cause i gots somethin’ to prove
take him to a motel and pull a m+th+f+ckin’ jack move
me become a slob, ooh, never
c+note: a m+th+f+ckin’ crip forever

[ice cube hook x2]
with every ron and rick, sucking every john’s d+ck
come short of the money, get yo’ ass kicked
who’s the mack?
[verse 3: og domino (genuine draft)]
[?] through this sh+t
domination crew steady dippin’
now what’s up with you b+tches when i break you off?
if i don’t stick the d+ck and you again, then you wanna take me off
and tell my b+tch how i f+cked you on the floor
why didn’t you tell her about the d+ck that’s shoved in your throat in the patio?
’cause you nothin’ but a salt shaker
’cause the d+ck that you gettin’ is a faker
i know it’s like once you pass the chronic, you don’t want the sissy sisters
why you let me f+ck yo’ cl!ck playin’ kissy with yo’ best friend?
it wasn’t a game of foot and ball but i hyped it
and just like mike and guess what? she liked it
asked what could i do, she said “anything you wanna!”
“whipaville” was on, you best believe i whipped it on her
and that’s back from a mac+adamian
100 hoes and they mad ’cause i’m claimin’ one
but i don’t give a f+ck ’cause i’m bustin’
yo’ sister and yo’ pregnant+ass cuzzin and i’m still steady dippin’

[mc eiht outro x2]
she started biffing, i said, “b+tch, i ain’t playin’!”
“it ain’t like you’re my woman, you know what i’m sayin’?”
got inside, got to spankin’ on that ass
her engine got hot, she start movin’ real fast

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