Drippin - Jag

Yeah, know the boy from the twenties but got the forty on my hip, nigga

You can lose your mouth, that’s just for talkin' out your lip, nigga

Money on yo' head, I set that up like it’s a lick, nigga

Plug from all the Bloods but still respected by the Crips, nigga

Watch yo' house, have my niggas comin' at your brim, nigga

Watch yo' spouse, wifey pregnant, boy, that ain’t yo' kid, nigga

Gangbangin', homie say don’t diss 'cause you a star now

Then I’m thinkin', «Fuck that, opps, I catch 'em with they guard down»

This for Thizzle, Savage McIntyre, Inf and B-Nut, nigga

Niggas try to clown, they hold us down, it look like we up, nigga

Sold out in the streets, the little homies 'bout to re-up, nigga

Wasn’t on the map but now the world about to be us, nigga

JAG

Yeah, nigga, got a problem?

Tell 'em get up with the cane (What?)

She gon' let me hit before I even know her name (Yeah)

Homies from the hood like, «Slime, you know you did your thang» (Whoa)

Loc back like I know, so now you know it’s not no game (Ooh)

Ooh-ooh-ooh that boy, lil' thot say he drippin'

Back and in the hood, the haters tryna catch him slippin' (What?)

Ooh-ooh-ooh he got the sauce, they say he drippin' (Drippin')

Told that fool I got us, got the product for the kitchen

Woo, JAG, rappin' the best

I got a problem, I’m blastin' the TEC

Came in the game and I’m grabbin' respect

Come in the spot and I’m grabbin' a check

Take mami down and I’m grabbin' her neck

Next nigga talk gon' be dyin' in bed

Throwin' up blood and that’s on the set

Twenty-eight, blood, if you need it, I got it and I need deposits, nigga, yeah

Half in the bank and the other half, nigga, to spend on the closet, nigga, yeah

You heard it from Weezy, you know it ain’t trickin' if you niggas got it, nigga,

yeah

Drippin' and drippin' and flamin' on, nigga, yeah, still I’m the hottest, nigga,

yeah

Really (Woo) got the good, come around, fuck with me and you get dough, nigga

Old clothin' line, trust me, you don’t want no smoke, nigga

Thizzle got the scoop, so I can see you through a scope, nigga

Anything less than twenty-seven, that’s a joke, nigga

Yeah, nigga, got a problem?

Tell 'em get up with the cane (What?)

She gon' let me hit before I even know her name (Yeah)

Homies from the hood like, «Slime, you know you did your thang» (Whoa)

Loc back like I know, so now you know it’s not no game (Ooh)

Ooh-ooh-ooh that boy, lil' thot say he drippin'

Back and in the hood, the haters tryna catch him slippin' (What?)

Ooh-ooh-ooh he got the sauce, they say he drippin' (Drippin')

Told that fool I got us, got the product for the kitchen

Ooh-ooh-ooh that boy, lil' thot say he drippin'

Back and in the hood, the haters tryna catch him slippin' (What?)

Ooh-ooh-ooh he got the sauce, they say he drippin' (Drippin')

Told that fool I got us, got the product for the kitchen