Dippin in Da Lac

Ay, what's up, mane?
It's your boy Big Tuck
And 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 some new shit on
And we gon' jump in the old school 'lac
And we gon' dip on these hoes
J-J-J-J-Jam!

I swear I'm the freshest nigga movin'
GT roof down, cruisin'
Gucci locs on, peepin' bitches choosin'
Tipsy on the dance floor groovin'
Seein' niggas hatin' cause I'm shinin'
Got money in my pockets, I don't mind it
Yeah, nigga, peep this watch
Peep this chain, my shine don't stop
I'm dope man fresh
The J's on point, every crease in the Guess
The chain on the chest, hoes obsessed
They finally get to meet the Big Tuck in the flesh
She's watchin', I know that I got her
Three karat studs in the ear, she know I'ma rob her
And it's just like that
The Benz in the garage, I'm 'bout to jump in the 'lac

Dippin' in the 'lac with the doors rolled up
Hoes froze up, cause the doors rolled up
Hoppin' out the 'lac and the chain froze up
Rose gold up, rose gold up
Dippin' in the 'lac with the doors rolled up
Hoes froze up, doors rolled up
Hoppin' out the 'lac and the chain froze up
Rose gold up, rose gold up

Pull up to the club 'bout twelve cars deep
All drippin' candy paint with some glassy ass feet
I keep the trunk wavin' and that 'dro stay blazin'
With the nine tucked tightly if them haters misbehavin'
I'm a hard hitter like Greg Blue, settin' trends and squashin' noise
Pullin' up in some candy toys, strut in the parkin' lot with poise
You see them carats on my wrist and all around my neck
With nothin' less than flawless diamonds, mane, what you expect?
I got a lot of charms, I got a lot of chains
I got a lot of grills and ain't one of 'em look the same
Swingin', bangin' my candy car, boppers wanna know who we are
Street veterans and mic wreckers, we certified young ghetto stars
Poppin' bottles, that's just for fun
Pop the trunk, that's in my blood
Candy paint might cause a flood
Please don't spill my cup of mud
You know we stay 'bout it 'cause we be grindin' for that bread
Swishahouse, this Paul Wall and I'm G-boy fresh until I'm dead

Dippin' in the 'lac with the doors rolled up
Hoes froze up, cause the doors rolled up
Hoppin' out the 'lac and the chain froze up
Rose gold up, rose gold up
Dippin' in the 'lac with the doors rolled up
Hoes froze up, doors rolled up
Hoppin' out the 'lac and the chain froze up
Rose gold up, rose gold up

I'm dope man fresh, dope man fresh
Chain on the chest stayin' dope man fresh
Dope man fresh, dope man fresh
Hoppin' out the 'lacs stayin' dope man fresh
Dope man fresh, dope man fresh
Chain on the chest stayin' dope man fresh
Dope man fresh, dope man fresh
Hoppin' out the 'lacs stayin' dope man fresh

I'm a certified wood gripper
I'm a old school candy paint 'lac flipper
Got the bang on and the screen slid
Got the 'dro goin', satellite kick
What you know about the mink guts?
And a motor that'll drag race a school bus?
Just got the paint job touched up
On the freeway ridin' with them doors up

Dippin' in the 'lac with the doors rolled up
Hoes froze up, cause the doors rolled up
Hoppin' out the 'lac and the chain froze up
Rose gold up, rose gold up
Dippin' in the 'lac with the doors rolled up
Hoes froze up, doors rolled up
Hoppin' out the 'lac and the chain froze up
Rose gold up, rose gold up