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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



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



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

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