| Yo, who wanna mess with me, or come mess with me
|
| Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean
|
| The way I glitz and gleam, trigger team
|
| Click the Beam, hit the fiend, give 'em lean
|
| Lookin like I’m nicotine
|
| But it’s all for the green like Listerine
|
| Had to diss the queen thinkin I’m gon' get her jeans
|
| I ain’t Ginuwine, ma, my mission’s mean
|
| All my nigga team fix the fix get the cream
|
| I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano
|
| Got the Crist' and the ghanga and its gettin un-karma
|
| Comma, now she cryin she missin her mama
|
| Just a steppin stone for me now I’m hittin Madonna
|
| And she twistin the fauna as we sit in the sauna
|
| Guess it’s just my persona, got her kissin my condom
|
| We’re the Dips, so cut the shit
|
| Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips
|
| We’re the Dip, so cut the shit
|
| Ma twist your hips and lick your lips
|
| Ma you straight frontin', let’s get the date jumpin'
|
| See your booty panties, ma shake somethin'
|
| Shake somethin', shake somethin'
|
| Shake-shake, shake shake somethin'
|
| And I got some girls, bout five or six
|
| And a five and six, about five or six
|
| I surprise the chick, that’s when her eyes get lit
|
| Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick
|
| Who as live as this? |
| My pool size is sick (sick)
|
| But swim in my pants and dive for dick
|
| They call me Moby, my pos-i-tive
|
| Tell them free Willy if your thighs are thick
|
| And your ass if fat and your head is right
|
| And your dough is good, we can smash tonight
|
| Right here in the car, ma, at the light
|
| If you ask for cash, oh I’m mad for life
|
| Kiss ass, you dyke, and I’m fast to fight
|
| If you get mad, (??) grab a bite (what?)
|
| Or I stab it light and we’ll grab a bite
|
| Is it crab you like? |
| Lobster appetite
|
| We’re the Dips, so cut the shit
|
| Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips
|
| We’re the Dip, so cut the shit
|
| Ma twist your hips and lick your lips
|
| Ma you straight frontin', let’s get the date jumpin'
|
| See your booty panties, ma shake somethin'
|
| Shake somethin', shake somethin'
|
| Shake-shake, shake shake somethin'
|
| In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks
|
| I’ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs
|
| A gun and some bud through the metal detector
|
| The metal detect ya, settle and wet 'cha
|
| I don’t mettle with extra, you fakes and clowns
|
| I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound
|
| Silencer, dog, how safe it sound?
|
| I got apes and hounds, he just pace around
|
| And I’ll lace you down, but I’m lookin for
|
| A Manhattan ho or a Brooklyn whore
|
| A Bronx biatch that’ll let me look and explore
|
| Up front but beat around the bush for sure
|
| 'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style
|
| Get it doggy style, you know your doggy’s style
|
| I’ma mack or more and it’s smash or more
|
| A VIP up between the bathroom stalls
|
| We’re the Dips, so cut the shit
|
| Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips
|
| We’re the Dip, so cut the shit
|
| Ma twist your hips and lick your lips
|
| Ma you straight frontin', let’s get the date jumpin'
|
| See your booty panties, ma shake somethin'
|
| Shake somethin', shake somethin'
|
| Shake-shake, shake shake somethin' |