Lyrics Drippin - Jag

Drippin

Yeah, know the boy from the twenties but got the forty on my hip, nigga
You can lose your mouth, that’s just for talkin' out your lip, nigga
Money on yo' head, I set that up like it’s a lick, nigga
Plug from all the Bloods but still respected by the Crips, nigga
Watch yo' house, have my niggas comin' at your brim, nigga
Watch yo' spouse, wifey pregnant, boy, that ain’t yo' kid, nigga
Gangbangin', homie say don’t diss 'cause you a star now
Then I’m thinkin', «Fuck that, opps, I catch 'em with they guard down»
This for Thizzle, Savage McIntyre, Inf and B-Nut, nigga
Niggas try to clown, they hold us down, it look like we up, nigga
Sold out in the streets, the little homies 'bout to re-up, nigga
Wasn’t on the map but now the world about to be us, nigga
JAG
Yeah, nigga, got a problem?
Tell 'em get up with the cane (What?)
She gon' let me hit before I even know her name (Yeah)
Homies from the hood like, «Slime, you know you did your thang» (Whoa)
Loc back like I know, so now you know it’s not no game (Ooh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh that boy, lil' thot say he drippin'
Back and in the hood, the haters tryna catch him slippin' (What?)
Ooh-ooh-ooh he got the sauce, they say he drippin' (Drippin')
Told that fool I got us, got the product for the kitchen
Woo, JAG, rappin' the best
I got a problem, I’m blastin' the TEC
Came in the game and I’m grabbin' respect
Come in the spot and I’m grabbin' a check
Take mami down and I’m grabbin' her neck
Next nigga talk gon' be dyin' in bed
Throwin' up blood and that’s on the set
Twenty-eight, blood, if you need it, I got it and I need deposits, nigga, yeah
Half in the bank and the other half, nigga, to spend on the closet, nigga, yeah
You heard it from Weezy, you know it ain’t trickin' if you niggas got it, nigga,
yeah
Drippin' and drippin' and flamin' on, nigga, yeah, still I’m the hottest, nigga,
yeah
Really (Woo) got the good, come around, fuck with me and you get dough, nigga
Old clothin' line, trust me, you don’t want no smoke, nigga
Thizzle got the scoop, so I can see you through a scope, nigga
Anything less than twenty-seven, that’s a joke, nigga
Yeah, nigga, got a problem?
Tell 'em get up with the cane (What?)
She gon' let me hit before I even know her name (Yeah)
Homies from the hood like, «Slime, you know you did your thang» (Whoa)
Loc back like I know, so now you know it’s not no game (Ooh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh that boy, lil' thot say he drippin'
Back and in the hood, the haters tryna catch him slippin' (What?)
Ooh-ooh-ooh he got the sauce, they say he drippin' (Drippin')
Told that fool I got us, got the product for the kitchen
Ooh-ooh-ooh that boy, lil' thot say he drippin'
Back and in the hood, the haters tryna catch him slippin' (What?)
Ooh-ooh-ooh he got the sauce, they say he drippin' (Drippin')
Told that fool I got us, got the product for the kitchen