paroles de chanson Dippin In Da Lac - Big Tuck , Paul Wall
(Feat.
Paul
Wall)
(Talking:)
Ay
what's
up
mayn,
this
your
boy
Big
Tuck
Ad-Tuck-Hitler,
Hurricane
Tuck
and
Paul
Wall
This
what
I
want
my
dope
boys
to
do
I
know
we
got
a
lot
of
dope
boys
out
there
Everybody
know,
we
got
money
down
here
We
gon
put
the
new
shit
up,
and
we
gon
jump
in
a
old
school
Lac
And
we
gon
dip
on
these
hoes,
g'eah-g'eah
(Big
Tuck:)
I
swear,
I'm
the
freshest
nigga
moving
GT
roof
down,
cruising
Gucci
loc's
on,
peeping
bitches
choosing
Tispy
on
the
dance
floor,
grooving
Seeing
niggaz
hating,
cause
I'm
shining
Got
money
in
my
pockets,
I
don't
mind
em
Yeah
nigga,
peep
this
watch
Peep
this
chain,
my
shine
don't
stop
I'm
dope
man
fresh
The
J's
on
point,
heavy
crease
the
Guess
The
chain
on
the
chest,
hoes
obsessed
They
finally
get
to
meet,
the
Big
Tuck
in
the
flesh
She's
watching,
I
know
that
I
got
her
Three
karat
studs
in
the
ear,
she
know
I'm
a
rider
And,
it's
just
like
that
The
Benz
in
the
garage,
I'm
bout
to
jump
in
the
Lac
(Hook:
x2)
Dipping
in
the
Lac,
with
the
do's
rose
up
Hoe-hoes
froze
up,
cause
the
do's
rose
up
Ho-ho-hopping
out
the
Lac,
and
the
chain
froze
up
Rose
gold
up,
rose-rose
gold
up
(Paul
Wall:)
Pull
up
to
the
club,
bout
twelve
cars
deep
All
dripping
candy
paint,
with
some
glassy
ass
feet
I
keep
the
trunk
waving,
and
that
dro
stay
blazing
With
the
nine
tucked
tightly,
at
them
haters
misbehaving
I'm
a
hard
hitter
like
Greg
Blue,
setting
trends
and
squashing
noise
Pulling
up
in
some
candy
toys,
strutting
the
parking
lot
with
poise
You
see
them
karats
on
my
wrist,
and
all
around
my
neck
With
nothing
less
than
flawless
diamonds
mayn,
what
you
expect
I
got
a
lot
of
charms,
I
got
a
lot
of
chains
I
got
a
lot
of
grills,
and
nan
one
of
em
look
the
same
Swang
and
bang
in
my
candy
car,
boppers
wanna
know
who
we
are
Street
veterans
and
mic
wreckers,
we
certified
young
ghetto
stars
Popping
bottles
that's
just
for
fun,
popping
trunk
that's
in
my
blood
Candy
paint
might
cause
a
flood,
please
don't
spill
my
cup
of
mud
You
know
we
stay
balling,
cause
we
keep
grinding
for
that
bread
Swishahouse
it's
Paul
Wall,
and
I'm
G-Boy
fresh
until
I'm
dead
(Hook
x2)
(Big
Tuck:)
I'm
dope
man
fresh,
dope
man
fresh
Chain
on
the
chest,
I'm
dope
man
fresh
Dope
man
fresh,
dope
man
fresh
Hopping
out
the
Lac,
staying
dope
man
fresh
- 2x
I'm
a
certified,
wood
gripper
I'm
a
old
school,
candy
paint
Lac
flipper
Got
the
bang
on,
and
the
screens
lit
Got
the
dro
going,
satellite
kit
What
you
know,
about
the
mink
guts
And
the
motor,
that'll
drag
race
a
school
bus
Just,
got
the
paint
job
touched
up
On
the
freeway,
riding
with
them
do's
up
(Hook
x2)
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