AMB - Chips N Dip lyrics

Otis: It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl! It's on you girl, it's all on you! Look girl, you know that I wanna hit that. You only with it cause you know I kick a sick rap Your man wanna combat, but I ain't on that He just mad that AMB got the contract Funny how so many b**hes wanna come by When back then it was, "Aww, he's just some guy" Now that my paper's straight, they wanna act right Flossin' them titties and steady workin' the backside Whisper in my ear sayin' they can treat a thug right Well, that ain't me, b**h. I live scrub life Cause that's the only way I escape Watchin' my old school Monday night Nitro tapes With my homeboys - And they' tap that a** Most times they do, it's just a part of the path From the crowd to the stage, from the stage to the head Through the back, to the crew, to the bus, to the bed If you had it your way it wouldn't end with a thanks It'd be bus to the bed then straight to the bank F**k that All you want is some superstar s** To try to get you some of them superstar checks Keep callin' me superstar and this what you get Mister Otis chokin' the sh** outta that pretty little neck (just f**kin' die!) And don't think for a second that you're wifey. You get a dick and that's it and then I'm like, "Peace!" Chorus: It's like this; you ain't right you trife b**h, you sick Always out for my chips and dip You think them lips will get sh** from me? Nothin' but a nut and a f**k and that's free. You think them lips will get sh** from me? Nothin' but a nut and a f**k and that's free Hook: It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl! It's on you girl, it's all on you! Bonez Dubb: Oh no, I seen her comin' from a long ways She got a limp and her walkin' don't look okay Steady shakin' and bakin' takin' them baby steps More like a shuffle or hustle, but with a broke neck b**h, I ain't got no twenty for that a** Cause you know crackheads don't pay nobody back I can drop you off at my homie's crib and they'd love to give that dirty little neden a dip, sh** I ain't hatin' I'm just sayin' that you playin' all that namin' on my game, that sh**'s gotta go And I'm creepin' and you sleepin' on them meetin' to decide When the f**k we gonna roll on this basehead hoe One thing I gotta do before you say somethin' else Is try to get this girl some professional help I'm gonna get someone to take you out To try to get some food instead of dick in your mouth Cause it's like that I ain't down and you ain't sh** Back up off the dip, you dumb b**h I chop necks and sirens By all means, stay off the street and start smokin' the green I see you screamin' at the camera up on T.V. Steady makin' your rounds up on the news team Cause they give up a hoe that's so dead and sick But she'll never catch a drift of my chips and dip! Chorus: It's like this; you ain't right you trife b**h, you sick Always out for my chips and dip You think them lips will get sh** from me? Nothin' but a nut and a f**k and that's free. You think them lips will get sh** from me? Nothin' but a nut and a f**k and that's free Hook: It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl! It's on you girl, it's all on you! Otis: And that's right! Scrub life, b**h! Sweat from my biggity balls!