Outer Concept - Dippin Lo' Lo' ft. Danny G D-Box, The Majedi & RooRooDaMoonMan (prod. by Alex Acebal) lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny G] I'm straight slapping with this track a cla**ic I must say The hot pocket popping in the back of the mustang Dumbys stay slumped backing up in that one way f** with D you stay broke like hobos with no bus change For f**s sake I'm tryna get this paper like asap No rocky but I rock the town like Stray Cats Ace back with heat, baking meats Poppin lames in the street, that's what the f** I call gangsta beats All I see is carbon copy your style's kinda sloppy Y'Need to pack your bullsh** back up in that jalopy These phasers tryna stop me man they looking like octagons Box the don pop you on this beat that I'm dropping on Rocket launch a jocker through the fire like Chaka Khan Play with muah you'll top and sliced like Papa Johns C'mon dog y'allready know how it goes It's Out Con Westside no love for hoes let's go [Hook] Yeah we be rolling straight up potion straight up down the street Yeah Outer Concept got them freakin' funky gangsta beats Yeah we be riding straight combining all the sounds we know Yeah we be hollering non stop yeah yeah we out here hoes [Verse 2: The Majedi] It's Majedi I spit raw I hit you with the southpaw Call my lawyer Harvey Birdman at law I play games like saw that leave you dead A bullet to the head if you f** wit Majed You acting crazy welcome to the sanitarium Got more stars than a f**ing planetarium And yeah we scaring them we in ya nightmares You can't come to our side without the right fare And check my light hair it's flowing in the breeze Our Out Con power bring you to your knees Don't wanna hear please, thank you, welcome Cause we cooking up beef hope it's well done And that smell son is what the Rocks cooking We building up an empire when you not looking Up in your spot cooking because I mastered this And watch out cause Majedi can be hazardous b**h we funky [Verse 3: RooRooDaMoonMan] Out Con is rolling on some gangsta sh** RooRooDaMoonMan on that gangsta tip Y'all better know this I never f**ing miss I'm hitting n***as up with that fully loaded clip Hitting hydraulic switches rolling down the boulevard Letting all these ratchet b**hes know who is really hard The Concept b**h that's the gang I bang with Ima let y'all know that we the wrong n***as to f** with Some young wild n***as drinkin' 40s hangin on the block Doing what we doing in the streets saying f** cops We some true ridas their ain't no hiding from us We really out here kicking dust is a must n***as say the West is dead but I'm bringing it back Bangin on wax I said before this sh** ain't for wacks R.I.P. to 2Pac R.I.P. to Eazy-E So I keep two Glocks Thug Life is in me [Hook] Yeah we be rolling straight up potion straight up down the street Yeah Outer Concept got them freakin' funky gangsta beats Yeah we be riding straight combining all the sounds we know Yeah we be hollering non stop yeah yeah we out here hoes