Paul Wall - Dippin' in Da Lac lyrics

(*talking*) Ay what's up mayn, this your boy Big Tuck Ad-Tuck-Hitler, Hurricane Tuck and Paul Wall This what I want my dope boys to do I know we got a lot of dope boys out there Everybody know we got money down here We gon put the new sh** up, and we gon jump in a old school 'Lac And we gon dip on these hoes, g'eah-g'eah [Big Tuck: Verse 1] I swear, I'm the freshest n***a moving GT roof down, cruisin' (cruisin') Gucci loc's on, peeping b**hes choosing Tipsy on the dance floor, grooving Seeing n***as hating, cause I'm shining Got money in my pockets, I don't mind em (I'm rich n***a) Yeah n***a, peep this watch Peep this chain, my shine don't stop I'm dope man fresh The J's on point, heavy crease the Guess The chain on the chest, hoes obsessed They finally get to meet the Big Tuck in the flesh She's watching, I know that I got her Three karat studs in the ear, she know I'm a rider And it's just like that The Benz in the garage, I'm bout to jump in the 'Lac [Hook - 2x] Dipping in the Lac, with the do's rose up Ho-hoes froze up, cause the do's rose up Ho-ho-hopping out the Lac, and the chain froze up Rose gold up, rose-rose gold up [Paul Wall: Verse 2] Pull up to the club, bout twelve cars deep All dripping candy paint, with some gla**y a** feet I keep the trunk waving, and that dro stay blazing With the nine tucked tightly, at them haters misbehaving I'm a hard hitter like Greg Blue, setting trends and squashing noise Pulling up in some candy toys, strutting the parking lot with poise You see them karats on my wrist, and all around my neck With nothing less than flawless diamonds mayne, what you expect I got a lot of charms, I got a lot of chains I got a lot of grills, and nan one of em look the same Swang and bang in my candy car, boppers wanna know who we are Street veterans and mic wreckers, we certified young ghetto stars Popping bottles that's just for fun, popping trunk that's in my blood Candy paint might cause a flood, please don't spill my cup of mud You know we stay balling, cause we keep grinding for that bread Swishahouse it's Paul Wall, and I'm G-Boy fresh until I'm dead [Hook - 2x] [Big Tuck: Verse 3] I'm dope man fresh, dope man fresh Chain on the chest stayin' dope man fresh Dope man fresh, dope man fresh Hopping out the Lac, staying dope man fresh - 2x I'm a certified, wood gripper I'm a old school, candy paint Lac flipper Got the bang on, and the screens lit Got the dro going, satellite kit What you know, about the mink guts And the motor, that'll drag race a school bus Just, got the paint job touched up On the freeway, riding with them do's up [Hook - 2x]