I Tip Down Lyrics - The Mix Tape Messiah - Chamillionaire

I tip down, grippin' on pine 

Sour apple caddie wine berry overline 

Paint on shine, reclined on swine 

Slab in slow-mo, but my rims on rewind 

The block won't mind, trunk blow from behind 

Open up the fist see the glow and design, man 

So throw'd you can hate em', rose gold in the rotation 

Shoulder blade and dislocation when I'm swangin' bones is achin' 

Boys wanna hate me but I don't borrow 

Prolly 'cuz my diamonds shinin' on they darling 

24's crawlin', ya boy is ballin' 

Fifth wheel wiggle like the fin on a dolphin 

Sittin' on diss but the words out my lips 

I go hard in the paint, I can make the beat skip 

I go fed off the head, stack my bread 

Never scared threaten me get infra-red and I throw lead 

I'm that boy mayne, I'm in that toy mayne 

Flip-flop paint when I slide watch that toy change 

Stay on my grind, stay on the pine 

That's why my gold's shine and you blind all the time 

I be comin' down, all my girls fine 

They call me M&M's I got red, yella's and browns, man 

I be comin' down, I be tippin' down 

You can tell I'm tippin' down 

Rims spinnin' in rewind 

Top is up I let it down 

From that H-Town to yo town, we tippin' down 

You can tell I'm tippin' down 

How my trunk is showin' surround 

Ask them how they like me now 

From that H-Town to yo town, we tippin' down 

I tip down, bangin' underground 

Clear coats on shine 

Prisma drippin' off like slime 

I tip down, at action number 9 

Tell the diamonds drip down 

From my spine to the ground 

When are you gon' sign 

Stop worryin' 'bout mine 

Put ya mouth to use and give my spinners a spit-shine 

If y'all don't mind, please don't talk down 

Put the 9 to your mind and blow ya mind outta ya mind, man 

Niggaz gon' hate but they can't wait 

Some claimin' they real really they fake 

And ride in the slab spent a day shakin' 

Speakers keep breakin' the Playstation 

It's Akeem, also known as the King 

Zeem-Zeem sour beam my screens pop up on the scene 

Well, what are you watchin'?, Tell the truth it don't matter 

Shout out to J-Mack, Mella Mac and the Mad Hatter 

Spreewell's standin' on the ladder 

Squash the cheddar ain't on my level 

The plex can't get settled 

Pop the trunk and I get metal 

You can leave Jamaica 

Make a run move and I break ya 

One-Two, breaker, breaker 

My plane fleein' to Jamaica 

Break ya neck I'ma day shaker 

No luck I play with skills 

After playin' skills after the game I'm payin' bills 

Midwest say I'm real, the South say I'm trill 

Step out the Cheville still holdin' my woodwheel 

Stop at IHOP ain't never gon' pay the bill 

Carrots in my mouth I'm already havin' a good meal 

Northside fa' real, man, hold up man 

Ro, Twin where y'all at, y'all gotta tip down with me man 

You can tell I'm tippin' down 

Rims spinnin' in rewind 

Top is up, I let it down 

From that H-Town to yo town, we tippin' down 

You can tell I'm tippin' down 

How my trunk is showin' surround 

Ask them how they like me now 

From that H