Whippin'

Ay, we're just ridin round mean muggin old folks you know? Stayin strapped...got the AK with the (scopin it) Sike! It's the Speck dummy! Verse 1 We be Rollin, real slow n, got no clue where we goin 2 in the afternoon, but you can't tell me it's not morning Faded still faded from last night, but we made it We MJ and Pippen, Moe-T is whippin, cuz I been sippin Damn, I don't waste no time huh I see you lookin mama you a bad bitch I'mma call you karma And see if you come back around and hop in my car ma I think you bout it bout it, I think you like you a rhyma I stole the dictionary I got a way with words That's how I got my girl, and I got away with yours...uh Now they're both chillin in the back seat While you're tweakin out, yellin, "where's Packi?!" Hook Whippin round town, lookin out my window (x3) Whippin, whippin, whippin, whippin Whip so rowdy, whip so loud Whip so full, the whip's sold out Whip so smooth, with the whip slowed down Ay girl...my boy's got a '09 Malibu. What does that do for ya? Huh? What about Moe's Camry? What about you, your friend, AND me? Haha damn Man this some funny shit Chillin with the crew and some honey dips And we be... Verse 2 We be Wilin, freestylin, the whip's on autopilot My kicks are out the window, your kick's are outta style it Sucks you don't know what's hood But that's okay it's all good I know you're self-conscious, so you don't stare long But I wish yall would Yeah I wish yall would, why you think I play my shit so loud Puttin on a show in the car. You would think that the whip sold out My intentions are good, my decisions are poor Boy I'm the attention, your girl's an attention whore Man, why you so damn surious I'm clownin, act like you know Man, why you so damn curious You ain't never seen my crew before? Hahahaha, another day and not a dollar Just patrolin in my squad's car, windows down so we can holler Hook Ay girl...tryna let me holler? Don't you see me in Dub's Impala? Or I could be in E's whip With the murked out wheels Even though we could be in the Eclipse Shit maybe I'm Skeemin in Pipteen With Dish lookin for Q, have ya seen him? Have you seen him? If you see him...tell him we be We be Livin it up, I got room for you girl, get in the front These girls say, they done tryn, so they givin it up And these girls ain't blind, so they give it to us Floss over whatever, like hell yeah You don't know the crew, your girl'll tell ya We're out here scopin it, windows down If the doors ain't open. It's over I'm what's hot, why the hell you so-brr Get a drink in your system. Dang Lookin for your girlsJust missed em. ray And I'm outro, kiss my A to the S-S With a little excess bass in the whip And a lotta double takes on the whip Bombay, OJ, and a case in the whip Oh that's why everybody chasin the whip? hot...damn Nothing like it That's a hot line, but your boy's not psychic Stayin with a sidekick, never ride solo Never go too fast, tell him go slo-mo Get it? Dome out the moon roof, De-troit fitted Got the-got the head noddin, seesaw with it Cuz the beats all legit, and she's all with it Shiiiit I guess that complete's all of it Hook