Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dip-Set Forever , by - Cam'Ron. Release date: 06.12.2004
Song language: English
Dip-Set Forever |
| Let’s do it! |
| Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey |
| How long we gon’have this shit on lock, man? |
| Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye |
| Listen — I been coppin them pieces |
| Maybe that’s part of the reason |
| I feel like a boxer: bobbin and weavin |
| But I’m gettin head |
| She’s bobbin and weavin (yes sir) |
| I’m grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin |
| I’ma wild out until I part with my breathin |
| Until I’m sparked out and leakin |
| Part of the cement |
| I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?) |
| Wouldn’t mind making her part of my achivements (what happened) |
| Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?) |
| Zeke the only one with courage to ride |
| The ride’s so dirty inside |
| Seems like we were playin in mud |
| Hazin’it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin) |
| Who ill? |
| A check for two mill |
| And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills |
| I got stories that my soul can sing |
| Flip water like Poland Spring |
| And I’ma hold them things |
| Look — talk to 'em |
| Look — my fella said you been coppin’a lot |
| Latest caper? |
| Propellers on top of the drop |
| But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? |
| (Killa!) |
| Top a top on top of the top |
| But yo — nothing definite |
| I chop up the rocks |
| And I stop up the drop |
| +Blocka Blocka+ the block |
| Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot |
| What you wanted is not what you got |
| And I pop up them cops |
| Cause dogg, it ain’t about Cam (It ain’t about me) |
| I got a son homeboy, it’s about Cam (For that?) |
| It’s about being +Bout It+ |
| If you’re not, you’re ass backwards |
| My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important) |
| Little niggaz need to sit up and read |
| If the town’s too hot, get up and leave |
| Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve (always) |
| Nigga like me — I always got a brick up my sleeve |
| And that’s forever |
| Shit, I was two blocks from coppin dust |
| I used to hop the bus |
| Now look dogg, ain’t nobody hot as us Girls, they gotta rush |
| Shit, they gotta blush |
| Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us To how they piss and bitch how they ran a mile |
| Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles |
| Damn, I gotta smile |
| Hundred grand, I demand it Cot damnit the boy the boy done done it child |
| And that’s forever man |
| (Cam'ron speaking over fading beat) |
| You hear it, uh huh |
| We here, I love y’all man |
| It’s nothing boy |
| Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru |
| What’s really good? |
| Holla at your boy |
| I might have this shit on lock man |
| Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus, Holla |
| Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track |
| Harlem, you know who the fuck I am — Killa! |
| We just want you’s to know Diplomats is here |
| We ain’t going nowhere |
| Holla at the boy boy, let’s ride out man |