Dippin' Songtext
von T‐Bone

We′re just dippin', in the Lincoln
With the homies and the O.G.′s trippin'
Off our rims and my chromed out engine
Hydraulic switches and the pioneer system
We're just dippin′, hittin′ switches
In the six-four, rollin' deep in the trenches
Sittin′ on chromed out twenty-two inches
("Bumpin' that West Coast sound to the fullest, y′all")


This is what we call gospel, alpha, mega, funky, boogie
Disco music made for you to cruise with
In the Jeep, Cadillac or the Benz
Down the boulevard strip with your girl and your friends
Just rollin', West Coastin′
Hittin' switches in the ragtop, boastin'
Just rollin′ the hundred spokes, ridin′ with your cam-folks
Bumpin' this jam and gettin′ high off the Holy Ghost smoke
One puff, two puff, three puff, four puff, five, I'm feelin′ real high
Leanin' to the side with the homie Mr. Grimm in the O.G. gangster ride
Candy apple with the custom interior, you′re inferior
When it be comin' to rippin' these microphones, mi familia
It′s the dopest, no hocus-pocus, the lowest, vocalist
The most ferocious poet as bogus, when I spit they hopeless

We′re just dippin', in the Lincoln
With the homies and the O.G.′s trippin'
Off our rims and my chromed out engine
Hydraulic switches and the pioneer system
We′re just dippin', hittin′ switches
In the six-four, rollin' deep in the trenches
Sittin' on chromed out twenty-two inches
("Bumpin′ that West Coast sound to the fullest, y′all")


Whitewall dippin', slippin′ down the street
I come equipped with the right spit, for any beat
G-Style 'til I′m senile, stickin' in a Lincoln
Bendin′ corners without the signal light blinkin'
Sparks from the scrape plate, bounce, rock, roll, skate
Phony Bone, Corleone, and the Grimminal, that's how we marinate
Original, lyrically assassinate
D′s matchin′ the paint job, Grimm, please elaborate
Your two pumps and batteries don't flatter me
Got enough juice to defy the laws of gravity
Don′t be mad at me, that's just how we roll
El Camino, Monte Carlo
Rider, creepin′, crawlin' like a spider
Put the weed to the side, let me take you higher
And if you ain′t trippin' off anything we said
Just wait 'til we pull the show car off the flatbed

We′re just dippin′, in the Lincoln
With the homies and the O.G.'s trippin′
Off our rims and my chromed out engine
Hydraulic switches and the pioneer system
We're just dippin′, hittin' switches
In the six-four, rollin′ deep in the trenches
Sittin' on chromed out twenty-two inches
("Bumpin' that West Coast sound to the fullest, y′all")

I dip (Dip), bounce (Bounce), front (Front), back (Back)
Right Dayton spokes in the air as I hit that
C-O-R-N-E-R T-V-O-N-E and M-I-S-T-E-R
I, double-M, rapeando, gritando
In the six-four, brincando
Pitando at the homies ′cause me and
Grimm got flavor like asada and cilantro
Tocando oldies as we ride slow
Y corriendo from the po-po
Somos lo mejores, brothe, oh, you didn't know?
′Bout West Covina or Fogtown, 'Frisco
Original in the classic blastin′ war
Hardcore with the suicide doors
El Do', Riviera, Cutlass
Whatever you in, just keep dippin′ and bump this

We're just dippin', in the Lincoln
With the homies and the O.G.′s trippin′
Off our rims and my chromed out engine
Hydraulic switches and the pioneer system
We're just dippin′, hittin' switches
In the six-four, rollin′ deep in the trenches
Sittin' on chromed out twenty-two inches
("Bumpin′ that West Coast sound to the fullest, y'all")
We're just dippin′, in the Lincoln
With the homies and the O.G.′s trippin'
Off our rims and my chromed out engine
Hydraulic switches and the pioneer system
We′re just dippin', hittin′ switches
In the six-four, rollin' deep in the trenches
Sittin′ on chromed out twenty-two inches
("Bumpin' that West Coast sound to the fullest, y'all")