Dip Da Lyrics - Singles - Suga Free

Hey momma, what's happening? (Dip da through the 9-7) 

This one's for you baby girl 

That's right (As we tip toe to the 9-8) 

Lee, my baby, what's happening? 

We gon dip da through the 9-7 

As we tip toe to the 9-8 

As we dip da through the 9-7 

As we tip toe to the 9-8 

As we dip da through the 9-7 

As we tip toe to the 9-8 

As we dip da through the 9-7 

As we tip toe to the 9-8 

Daddy you trippin 

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Come here momma 

Momma don't cry 

No we don't need my daddy no more 

Old alcoholic insecure punk 

What you hit my momma for? 

Now I got so many personalities 

It's a shame 

And since pressure can bust a pipe 

I'm relieving my brain 

You ain't my daddy 

You ain't my father 

You're water, Walter 

And my sister Laniesha 

She really ain't your daughter 

Now my momma got a real man 

Me! 

I remember how bad you treated that pretty lady 

And what you thought was cupid 

Turned out to be 

A violent, itty-bitty, punk, drunk, punk 

With a bow and arrow 

Just like you, stupid! 

And knowin everything I rap about is true 

But the cold part about it is 

I got half this shit from you 

Now how in the hell 

Did you figure you was gon cross 

That pretty blue eyed-green eyed 

Country voodoo creole female 

Now you reaping what you sow 

Cause I'm? you 

And my heavenly father in heaven 

Is watching you 

Don't worry momma 

We gon lay low 

And stay low 

As soon as I get out of jail 

Momma let's carry on 

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You dip da through the 9-7 

As we tip toe to the 9-8 

Baby dip da through the 9-7 

As we tip toe to the 9-8 

And dip da through the 9-7 

As we tip toe to the 9-8 

And all the way from them A-B-C's 

To them 1-2-3's 

To the birds and the bees 

Drinking 40's with OG's 

Came a group of young fools 

Who was close as close could get 

We sported golf hats and? 

Stayed down for the set 

Ready to hoo-ride 

Cause my life is a picnic 

Just one big set-trip 

Snitches and tricks to get with right 

I went to sleep 

To wake up to the same old thing 

My lady, my baby 

No job, just homies ready to gangbang 

My momma tried her best to raise me right 

But still I'm leaving with the homies 

Hurtin her feelings 

Bout to drive her crazy 

She told me every time she hear the police 

She was hoping it wasn't me in the street 

Somewhere deceased 

Now we struggle to live 

But we living to die 

I see my homies dying one by one 

I wanna cry 

But if heaven's where your living at 

That's the same damn place 

Suga Free is gon be chilling at 

I sold my soul for the good 

Cause I don't want nobody 

Going to my momma house 

Telling her I died in the hood 

So let me slide to the side 

On my tippie toes 

And thank my G's 

Feel the breeze 

And walk my girl on the beach 

And have a little lunch 

And make a little love 

And kiss her body 

And appreciate the tingly bud 

And to keep it real man 

My freak Angelique 

Just turned twenty 

But when she was six man 

Her daddy was her boyfriend 

Chorus 

That's right 

Know it 

I'm out here with it 

I see it, know it, gonna tell it 

Momma, I appreciate you baby girl 

And to my homeboys that's resting in peace 

I can't see ya homie 

But we still share the same atmosphere 

I love ya, I love ya man 

Rest in peace dog 

Rest 

Chorus