Yung Joc, Cheri Dennis, Boyz N Da Hood - Flip Flop lyrics

Yeah, Yung Joc let's hear it baby (ooooh)
Yeah (yeahhh) why don't you make your next
Move your best move

Flip flop, candy drop, MJ's with the socks
Dope boys, get fresh, Chevy on my headrest
Ah how you feel (I feel good)
Chrome exhaust with the leather and the wood
Flip flop, candy drop, MJ's with the socks
Dope boys, get fresh, Chevy on my headrest
Ah how you feel (I feel good)
Custom bucket seats, baby I knew you would

O-o-o oh - ridin in your Chevrolet drop top
Yeahh - we can do a lot
Of things with the top dropped
O-o-o oh - I see you flossin like a boss babe
Yeahh - new shit make me
Wanna break you off babe

Now shawty what it is, what's on your mind
You need some fresh air
Push the button the top recline
I'm blowin on the pine
Down Martin Luther King
I'm lookin like a dream with
The Chevy so clean
MJ's on gleam, check my gangsta lean
Gorillas in my trunk so you
Know just how I'm bein
The peanut butter guts so plush
Is what I'm used ta hit the turbo booster
For Mr throw-the-Deuce-Up
Paint still drippin like it's fresh
Up out the shower twelve in the cut
A couple shots of blunt power
I rep the fo'-five flatlands eighty V
I stayed off in the woods, Southside, Shady P

Yo, yo
Pull in that 7-7 Cutlass and I'm throwed
Got the swivel seats, gear shift in the flo'
Underneath the hood got the fo'-fifty-fo'
Plus the brains blowed out so I
Can blow out my 'dro
Chrome pipes roarin like the
Lion in the jungle be careful not to slumber
Now they know I got that work by the bundles
Catch me with a quarter piece
Somethin from the Middle East
Showin the Decatur streets
Laid back in these ostrich seats
I'm in the hood
Makin deals on the cell phone
Peakin at the ass crack
Bustin out that lil' thong
Whoop you good, grip them woods
How I get my gangsta on
Pussy nigga try me I'mma put
One in your thankin dome

Ay, ay, liven it up nigga
Well I'mma keep it simple, don't I ride clean
(yeahh) White Cutlass with the
Beat down system
All black Cadillac, Pirellis on the tires
(yeahh) Flip flop candy paint
The bitches goin wild
(O-o-o oh) My engine got a Hemi
You can hear me from a mile
So when you see us comin
Best believe it's goin down
Catch me in the city
It don't matter what it cost
I can still get it with the top peeled off
Like MJ hat and MJ jacket
Use them MJ's on my feet just to match it
P-IM-P, I'mma keep grindin
Y'all keep talkin cause I'mma keep shinin