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Текст песни Suga Free - Dip Da

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Hey momma, what`s happening? (Dip da through the 9-7)This one`s for you baby girlThat`s right (As we tip toe to the 9-8)Lee, my baby, what`s happening?We gon dip da through the 9-7As we tip toe to the 9-8As we dip da through the 9-7As we tip toe to the 9-8As we dip da through the 9-7As we tip toe to the 9-8As we dip da through the 9-7As we tip toe to the 9-8Daddy you trippinCome here mommaMomma don`t cryNo we don`t need my daddy no moreOld alcoholic insecure punkWhat you hit my momma for?Now I got so many personalitiesIt`s a shameAnd since pressure can bust a pipeI`m relieving my brainYou ain`t my daddyYou ain`t my fatherYou`re water, WalterAnd my sister LanieshaShe really ain`t your daughterNow my momma got a real manMe!I remember how bad you treated that pretty ladyAnd what you thought was cupidTurned out to beA violent, itty-bitty, punk, drunk, punkWith a bow and arrowJust like you, stupid!And knowin everything I rap about is trueBut the cold part about it isI got half this shit from youNow how in the hellDid you figure you was gon crossThat pretty blue eyed-green eyedCountry voodoo creole femaleNow you reaping what you sowCause I`m ??? youAnd my heavenly father in heavenIs watching youDon`t worry mommaWe gon lay lowAnd stay lowAs soon as I get out of jailMomma let`s carry onYou dip da through the 9-7As we tip toe to the 9-8Baby dip da through the 9-7As we tip toe to the 9-8And dip da through the 9-7As we tip toe to the 9-8And all the way from them A-B-C`sTo them 1-2-3`sTo the birds and the beesDrinking 40`s with OG`sCame a group of young foolsWho was close as close could getWe sported golf hats and ???Stayed down for the setReady to hoo-rideCause my life is a picnicJust one big set-tripSnitches and tricks to get with rightI went to sleepTo wake up to the same old thingMy lady, my babyNo job, just homies ready to gangbangMy momma tried her best to raise me rightBut still I`m leaving with the homiesHurtin her feelingsBout to drive her crazyShe told me every time she hear the policeShe was hoping it wasn`t me in the streetSomewhere deceasedNow we struggle to liveBut we living to dieI see my homies dying one by oneI wanna cryBut if heaven`s where your living atThat`s the same damn placeSuga Free is gon be chilling atI sold my soul for the goodCause I don`t want nobodyGoing to my momma houseTelling her I died in the hoodSo let me slide to the sideOn my tippie toesAnd thank my G`sFeel the breezeAnd walk my girl on the beachAnd have a little lunchAnd make a little loveAnd kiss her body And appreciate the tingly budAnd to keep it real manMy freak AngeliqueJust turned twentyBut when she was six manHer daddy was her boyfriendChorusThat`s rightKnow itI`m out here with itI see it, know it, gonna tell itMomma, I appreciate you baby girlAnd to my homeboys that`s resting in peaceI can`t see ya homieBut we still share the same atmosphereI love ya, I love ya manRest in peace dogRestChorus

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