Dippin'
King Tee Lyrics

Well it's a hot hot Sunday jump up around a quarter to ten
It's a hot and sunny Sunday around 9:45am

Had to run and get this blunt that I left in my Benz
Had to go get my marijuana cigarette that I left in my car

I lit the shit and caught a early mornin buzz
I smoked the marijuana and got high in the morning

And called my nigga E 'What up loc?,' 'What up cuz?'
I called my friend E and asked him how he was doing

I'm thinkin bout pullin out the trey for performance
I'm considering taking out my car, the 1963 Chevrolet Impala

And maybe hit a few corners
And maybe drive around some street corners

I let the batteries charge while the kids stood waitin
I waited for the batteries to recharge while some children watched

For me to hit the switch and floss the Daytons
For me to use the car hydraulics and show off the wire wheels

I tap my shit, yo, my shit was hot
I tested my car hydraulics and they worked well

So I drove her straight down to the wash spot
So I drove the car straight to the car wash

They shine my shit up real glossy
They cleaned my car and made it shiny

Suckers starin but my shit jumps like Kriss Kross G
People are staring at my car, but it bounces up and down like Kriss Kross

So fuck what ya heard cause my trey does flips
Don't believe what you've heard, my car hydraulics can make it flip

The superclean three with the lifts
This is the super clean 1963 Chevrolet Impala with hydraulics

I guess I got my whole day planned and I'm trippin
I have planned my entire day around driving this car and I'm excited

Quick to hit the switch so let's go dippin
I am eager to show off my car hydraulics, let's go for a drive

Now I'm rollin cocked up, flossin down the street
Now I am driving with my gun ready, showing off my car

I took Imperial to the beach
I drove on Imperial Highway to the beach

But before I arose on the scene
Before I arrived at the beach

I saw the individuals rollin like a team
I saw a group of individuals driving together

Drove a little bit futher saw mafia for life
Drove a little further and saw a group representing the Mafia

Without a doubt everything was tight
Without any question, their cars were impressive

But they gotta watch out for the King
They have to be careful of me, the King

Cause I can make my sixty-three sing
Because I can make my car's hydraulics perform well

No pigs round, no I ain't no sucka
There are no police around, and I am not a fool

I'm doin sixty just hangin this muthafucka
I am driving at 60 miles per hour while my car bounces

More Bound To The Ounce is what counts so I show it
Having more hydraulics capacity is important, so I demonstrate it

Even if it means I gotta total it
Even if it means my car will be damaged

Swervin from lane to lane
I am driving erratically, changing lanes quickly

A Cadillac just ain't the same
Other luxury cars can't compare to the Impala

If you don't know what I mean and ya sittin
If you don't understand what I'm saying and you're just sitting there

Come on, get in, let's go dippin
Come on, get in the car and let's go for a drive

I felt like Cube cause today was a good day
I felt like the rapper Ice Cube because it was a good day

For me to act the fool in my trey
For me to show off and be foolish in my car

I'm not worried bout a sucka tryin to stick and rob
I'm not worried about someone attempting to rob me

I just buck em down with my thirty-odd
I will shoot at them with my .30-06 rifle

Creeped up to the beach, packed to capacity
I drive my car slowly to the beach, it's full of people

Hoes walkin by 'Hi Your Majesty'
Women are walking by and greeting me as if I'm royalty

I said I'm not Young MC but what's the flava
I tell them I'm not the rapper Young MC, but I ask what's going on

I played it like Troop cause I'm not ??souped??
I acted confidently, like the R&B group Troop

I park my shit on three wheels cause I'm ill
I park my car with only three tires touching the ground because I'm cool

Compton's on the set with the real deal
I represent Compton and I am the real deal

This one's for the riders all around the world
This song is dedicated to car enthusiasts everywhere

Dippin through the hood wit your girl
Driving through the neighborhood with your girlfriend

Bumps in the back, sunroof top
The car has a powerful sound system and a sunroof

Niggas lookin crazy so I'm reachin for the gloc
People are looking at me strangely, so I get my gun ready

Every hood knows where the blood and are crippin
Everyone in these neighborhoods knows where the gang members are

Ain't nothin like a Sunday out just dippin
There's nothing like driving around on a Sunday