We're just dipping in the Lincoln,
With the homies and the OG's tripping off my rims and my chromed out engine,
Hydraulics, switches, and the Pioneer system,
We're just dipping, hitting switches in the six/four,
Rolling deep in the trenches, sitting on chromed out twenty-two inches. (bumping that west coast sound to the fullest y'all)
This is what we call gospel, alpha, mega, funky, boogie, disco, music, made for you to cruise with,
In your Jeep, Cadillac, or the Benz, down the boulevard strip with your girl and your friends,
Just rolling, west coasting, hitting switches in the ragtop boasting,
Just rolling on hundred spokes, riding with your kin folks,
Bumping this jam, but getting high off the Holy Ghost,
Smoke one, puff two, puff three, puff four, puff five - I'm feeling real high,
Leaning to the side with the homie Mista Grimm in the OG gangsta ride,
Candy apple with the custom interior,
You're inferior when it be coming to ripping these microphones,
Mi familia is the dopest - no hocus pocus,
The locust vocalist and most ferocious poet is bogus,
When I spit, they're hopeless.
We're just dipping in the Lincoln,
With the homies and the OG's tripping off my rims and my chromed out engine,
Hydraulics, switches, and the Pioneer system,
We're just dipping, hitting switches in the six/four,
Rolling deep in the trenches, sitting on chromed out twenty-two inches. (bumping that west coast sound to the fullest y'all)
White-wall dipping, slipping down the street,
I come equipped with the right spit for any beat,
G style 'til I'm senile,
Sticking in the Lincoln, bending corners without the signal light blinking,
Sparks from the scrape plate - bounce, rock, road skate,
Boney Bone Corleon and the Grimm-inal, that's how we marinate original,
Lyrically assassinate Ds matching the paint job
Grimm, please elaborate,
Your two pumps and batteries don't flatter me,
We've got enough juice to defy the laws of gravity,
Don't be mad at me, that's just how we roll,
El Camino, Monte Carlo rider,
Creeping, crawling like a spider,
Put the weed to the side, let me take you higher,
And if you ain't tripping on anything we said, just wait 'til we pull the show car off the flat bed.
Just dipping in the Lincoln,
With the homies and the OG's tripping off my rims and my chromed out engine,
Hydraulics, switches, and the Pioneer system,
We're just dipping, hitting switches in the six/four,
Rolling deep in the trenches, sitting on chromed out twenty-two inches. (bumping that west coast sound to the fullest y'all)
I dip, bounce, front, back,
Right Dayton spokes in the air as I hit that C-O-R-N-E-R,
T-B-O-N-E and M-I-S-T-A-G-R-I-M-M,
Rapiando, gritando,
In the six/four brincando,
Pitando at the homies 'cause me and Grim got flavour like asada and cilantro,
Tocando oldies as we ride slow,
Y coriendo from the po-po,
Somo lo mejore, brother,
Oh, you didn't know 'bout West Covina or Fogtown Frisco?
Original in the classic,
Blasted war, hardcore, with the suicide doors,
L-Dog, Riviera, Cutlass,
Whatever you in, just keep dipping and bump this.
We're just dipping in the Lincoln,
With the homies and the OG's tripping off my rims and my chromed out engine,
Hydraulics, switches, and the Pioneer system,
We're just dipping, hitting switches in the six/four,
Rolling deep in the trenches, sitting on chromed out twenty-two inches, (bumping that west coast sound to the fullest y'all)
We just dipping in the Lincoln
With the homies and the OG's tripping off my rims and my chromed out engine,
Hydraulics, switches, and the Pioneer system,
We're just dipping, hitting switches in the six/four,
Rolling deep in the trenches, sitting on chromed out twenty-two inches. (bumping that west coast sound to the fullest y'all)
