Mr. Marcelo, Louie the 14th, Z-Ro - Dip and Turn lyrics
[Mr. Marcelo, Louie the 14th, Z-Ro - Dip and Turn lyrics]
Swung then I swerve, dip as I turn
Pop my-pop my sip, and I burn
Slab I be dipping, lane to lane switching
Candy paint dripping
While I'm wood grain gripping
I sco' it up in H Town
Cook it in the kitchen
And drop it on the Northside
Right there by my niggas
Now I'm on the Southside
Where they make it pop
Bumping my nigga Z-Ro, Screwed Up and Chopped
Puffing on purple, sipping on purple
84 cannon lil' daddy, it's purple
I don't just talk, homie I live it
No bullshit nigga, this is square business
Yeah I swang, and I swerve
And I dip and I sip, and I never hit the curb
I represent the legendary, Screwed Up Click
Fuck a girlfriend
I'm in a relationship with my blued up bitch
I bought her some chrome shoes to roll on
Plus a wood grain wheel I hold on
And the stash spot got protection
Plus the presidential kush I blow on
Lamborgini do's they open and close
While giving these haters hell
Drinking a pint of codeine
Showing off my TV screens with Dave Chappelle
Got the big grill with my name in it
In candy blue letters
Checking ass niggas come and get it
The 3-57 will damage you fella
Suicide doors, with the guts cleaned out
Motorola chirping, must mean the fiends out
Blowing on purp', sipping on lean
Money over bitches nigga, get the getty-green
Butterfly doors, on a European whip
In the dope spot, with a European chick
Chopping on blades, bumping Young Pimp
Gripping wood grain, in a candy apple hemp
Rolling on swangas, finger on the trigger
Really ain't tripping on
Snitching ass niggas
Billy goat grilling, leather all in it
Roof invisible, with the twelve inch vision
Pop my-pop my sip, and I burn
Slab I be dipping, lane to lane switching
Candy paint dripping
While I'm wood grain gripping
I sco' it up in H Town
Cook it in the kitchen
And drop it on the Northside
Right there by my niggas
Now I'm on the Southside
Where they make it pop
Bumping my nigga Z-Ro, Screwed Up and Chopped
Puffing on purple, sipping on purple
84 cannon lil' daddy, it's purple
I don't just talk, homie I live it
No bullshit nigga, this is square business
Yeah I swang, and I swerve
And I dip and I sip, and I never hit the curb
I represent the legendary, Screwed Up Click
Fuck a girlfriend
I'm in a relationship with my blued up bitch
I bought her some chrome shoes to roll on
Plus a wood grain wheel I hold on
And the stash spot got protection
Plus the presidential kush I blow on
Lamborgini do's they open and close
While giving these haters hell
Drinking a pint of codeine
Showing off my TV screens with Dave Chappelle
Got the big grill with my name in it
In candy blue letters
Checking ass niggas come and get it
The 3-57 will damage you fella
Suicide doors, with the guts cleaned out
Motorola chirping, must mean the fiends out
Blowing on purp', sipping on lean
Money over bitches nigga, get the getty-green
Butterfly doors, on a European whip
In the dope spot, with a European chick
Chopping on blades, bumping Young Pimp
Gripping wood grain, in a candy apple hemp
Rolling on swangas, finger on the trigger
Really ain't tripping on
Snitching ass niggas
Billy goat grilling, leather all in it
Roof invisible, with the twelve inch vision