Steady Dippin Songtext
von Bloods & Crips

Smooth, baby
Stanley Dippin
For the motherfuckin′ '93
But you don′t hear me though
Straight every day bangin'
Slangin', you know what I mean?
That hoo-ride, Stanley Dippin


Make it to my neighborhood, stop at Big Time
Get a bag of chips and a dollar wine
Roll down Greenleaf, take a left on Caress
Fire up the indo, can′t fuck with the stress
Hangin′ out with my niggas (What's up, nigga?)
Sittin′ in my '4, with fingers on the trigger
Always ready for some set trippin′
That's why I′m dippin' and dabbin', cripin′ and dippin′
Never catch me slippin'
Checkin′ out the bitches (What's up, bitch?)
Raise up the ′4, and fuck with the switches
Front and back, and paws on 3's
Rag top ′4, sittin' on them D's
Checkin′ ass for the big booty one
Mackin′ to the spot, let her ride shotgun
Roll by the park, and check the niggeros
Straight up Crips and Dominology pros (What's up?)
Can′t stop them niggas, from hangin' like nuts
Even when, One-Time pulls up (One-Time, One-Time)
One-Time′ll get checked like a bitch
White boys in this nigga's clique (Biatch)
Move on, before you can′t pass
And 8-4-3rd come back to haunt your ass
You ain't gon' change, a goddamn thing
It′s plain and simple, ′cause thangs don't change
When you′re gone, we'll still be Crippin′
And makin' cash money, steady dippin′

The, the, the, the underground hit moving thang
Hoochies and playas, they gettin' drunk and off that bud
The underground hit moving thang
Hoochies and playas, they gettin' drunk and off that bud
The underground hit moving thang
Hoochies and playas, they gettin′ drunk and off that bud
The underground hit moving thang
Hoochies and playas, they gettin′ drunk and off that bud
The underground hit moving thang


Peepin' Boyz N The Hood with Do or Die
Them Crips is rollin′ deep and them
Slob niggas is drivin' that hard ride
That′s why I couldn't be a snoop
I gots to have my 9, my briefcase and my motherfuckin′ scope
In my Caddy hittin' corners, hit the switch and drop my shit
Real niggas on my tip, like a bitch
6-0, Rollin' deep, murderin′ 26
Crenshaw Mafia, I gives ′em good and plenty
C-Note is a motherfuckin' G, bitch
I got my grip tucked down in my cleavage
And if a nigga wanna jack, I got my steel dick up
Tucked down, where the motherfucker pussy at
Little blue niggas, ′cause I gots something to prove
Take 'em to a motel and pull a motherfuckin′ jack move
Me become a Slob? Oh, never
C-Note a motherfuckin' Crip forever

Fuck with every minor and suckin′ every John's dick
Come short of the money, get your ass kicked
Fuck with every minor and suckin' every John′s dick
Come short of the money, get your ass kicked
Get your ass kicked in the ground, do the shit
Definition 2, steady dippin′

Now what's up with you bitches when I break you off?
If I don′t stick the dick in you again, then you wanna take me off?
And tell my bitch how I fucked you on the flo'
Why didn′t you tell her about the dick
That's up in your throat in the patio?
′Cause you're nothin' but a salt shaker
′Cause the dick that you′re gettin' is a faker
I know it′s like once you pass the
Chronic you don't want the sissy shit
That′s why you let me fuck your clit
Playin' kissy with your best friend
It wasn′t a game of football but I hyped it
And just like Mike and guess what? She liked it
Asked what could I do, she said, "Anything you wanna"
Whip appeal was on, you best believe I whipped it on her
And that's fact from a mack, a damien
Got 100 hoes and they mad 'cause I′m flamin′ one
But I don't give a fuck ′cause I'm bustin′
Your sister and your pregnant-ass cousin and I'm still steady dippin′

She started rippin', I said, "Bitch, 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 started movin' real fast
She started rippin′, I said, "Bitch, 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 started movin′ real fast