Dipset (Santana’s Town)

Lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron] Dipset in the building (Killa!) Juelz, you on your own, man, let's go Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset [Chorus: Cam'ron, (Juelz Santana)] Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What he grip, grip? Nigga, TEC, TECs Who you with, with? Throw up your set Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (Oww!) Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What he grip, grip? Nigga, TEC, TECs Who you with, with? Throw up your set Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (Oww!) [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Yo, I be with a gang of gangs, that hang and bang Animals, orangatangs – hammers move, bangers bang Damn it, dude – the game done changed I got a whole selection, a whole collection A ho selection of my ho collection And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin' Bitch, listen, this isn't–no damn game in here (Oww!) Yeah, the whole Byrd Gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oww!) And I'm dangerous, yeah, brainless, yeah, stainless, yeah Aim to kill, yeah, bangers, yeah Y'all some dead motherfuckers (oww!) And my diddy-bop, barge through the city blocks Hard, with the pretty Glock, dodge or you gettin' shot Dinner to the bar, hard liquor, get a shot Get a broad, get her hot, get her home, give her cock (Oww!) Go, it's your birthday Go, go drink it, girl, it's cummin', I know you're thirsty (Oww!) Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone dirt place Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday, ay (Oww!) [Chorus: Cam'ron, (Juelz Santana)] Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What he grip, grip? Nigga, TEC, TECs Who you with, with? Throw up your set Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (Oww!) Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What he grip, grip? Nigga, TEC, TECs Who you with, with? Throw up your set Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (Oww!) [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Jump, stomp, move, breathe We, in, too, deep, OKAY! (Oww!) I'm lo-lo from the block again Po-po and the cops again No homo, but they cockin' them Four-fo's and Glocks and them They the paparazzi, they the livest posses Kamikaze, Nazi, Nazi – copy, papi? I'm a baller, baller, you're not at all a baller That's why I scorched your daughter Left her home, call her, call her I'm in the low BM', yeah, with your old BM Weed smoke and Ozium, Trojans and petroleums Yeah, and that's just in case the ho ain't safe Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it Oops, squirt it, squirt it Oops, oopsy-dais– ohh, I'm crazed Cho-cho train, co-ca, mane, Zulu Gang I'm old school like Bambaataa, no man's hotta The Don Dada, I jam proper, your man's nada [Chorus: Cam'ron, (Juelz Santana)] Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What he grip, grip? Nigga, TEC, TECs Who you with, with? Throw up your set Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (Oww!) Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What he grip, grip? Nigga, TEC, TECs Who you with, with? Throw up your set Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (Oww!) [Outro: Cam'ron] Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freekey Killa, you already know what it is My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack, man Diplomat Records, man