Hey momma, what's happening? (Dip da through the 9-7)
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This one's for you baby girl
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That's right (As we tip toe to the 9-8)
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Lee, my baby, what's happening?
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We gon dip da through the 9-7
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As we tip toe to the 9-8
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As we dip da through the 9-7
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As we tip toe to the 9-8
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As we dip da through the 9-7
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As we tip toe to the 9-8
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As we dip da through the 9-7
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As we tip toe to the 9-8
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Daddy you trippin
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Come here momma
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Momma don't cry
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No we don't need my daddy no more
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Old alcoholic insecure punk
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What you hit my momma for?
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Now I got so many personalities
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It's a shame
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And since pressure can bust a pipe
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I'm relieving my brain
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You ain't my daddy
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You ain't my father
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You're water, Walter
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And my sister Laniesha
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She really ain't your daughter
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Now my momma got a real man
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Me!
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I remember how bad you treated that pretty lady
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And what you thought was cupid
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Turned out to be
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A violent, itty-bitty, punk, drunk, punk
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With a bow and arrow
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Just like you, stupid!
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And knowin everything I rap about is true
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But the cold part about it is
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I got half this shit from you
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Now how in the hell
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Did you figure you was gon cross
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That pretty blue eyed-green eyed
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Country voodoo creole female
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Now you reaping what you sow
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Cause I'm [?] you
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And my heavenly father in heaven
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Is watching you
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Don't worry momma
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We gon lay low
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And stay low
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As soon as I get out of jail
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Momma let's carry on
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You dip da through the 9-7
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As we tip toe to the 9-8
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Baby dip da through the 9-7
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As we tip toe to the 9-8
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And dip da through the 9-7
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As we tip toe to the 9-8
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And all the way from them A-B-C's
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To them 1-2-3's
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To the birds and the bees
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Drinking 40's with OG's
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Came a group of young fools
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Who was close as close could get
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We sported golf hats and [?]
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Stayed down for the set
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Ready to hoo-ride
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Cause my life is a picnic
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Just one big set-trip
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Snitches and tricks to get with right
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I went to sleep
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To wake up to the same old thing
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My lady, my baby
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No job, just homies ready to gangbang
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My momma tried her best to raise me right
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But still I'm leaving with the homies
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Hurtin her feelings
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Bout to drive her crazy
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She told me every time she hear the police
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She was hoping it wasn't me in the street
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Somewhere deceased
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Now we struggle to live
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But we living to die
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I see my homies dying one by one
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I wanna cry
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But if heaven's where your living at
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That's the same damn place
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Suga Free is gon be chilling at
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I sold my soul for the good
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Cause I don't want nobody
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Going to my momma house
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Telling her I died in the hood
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So let me slide to the side
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On my tippie toes
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And thank my G's
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Feel the breeze
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And walk my girl on the beach
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And have a little lunch
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And make a little love
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And kiss her body
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And appreciate the tingly bud
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And to keep it real man
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My freak Angelique
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Just turned twenty
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But when she was six man
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Her daddy was her boyfriend
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[Chorus]
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That's right
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Know it
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I'm out here with it
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I see it, know it, gonna tell it
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Momma, I appreciate you baby girl
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And to my homeboys that's resting in peace
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I can't see ya homie
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But we still share the same atmosphere
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I love ya, I love ya man
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Rest in peace dog
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Rest
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[Chorus]
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Dip Da
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| Suga Free |
