Flossin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Damn, ain't nobody around this motherfucker? Where the hoes at? Nigga gotta find somethin', bitch In the hood, in the hood (Yeah I got it) [Verse 1: Big Tray Deee] Slowly dippin' in the 4 with the slow jams low in the background As I was puttin' my back down (La, la, la, la, la) On this tender ridin' shotgun next to me Speakin' sexually of pleasant ecstasy Gettin' off in the details Since I don't got time to beat around the bush with no females (What?) I mean to get my fuck on 'Fore I have to bust in a couple of corners Tellin' the bitch, "Get the fuck on" It's three o'clock in the daytime And yet, my strap is on my lap in case some fool try to play mines 'Cause I'm on all gold one's As I be bumpin' at this liquor store to get us some cold ones I stroll to the freezer Then grabbed myself a fifth of Satin, baby wanted a breezer So I got her a phone tap And bought some lubricated Trojans when I thought of my bozack I got the zags and the berry blue lade And can't forget the Doublemint before my purchase is made As I got back in my shit, I quickly passed it back to the bitch and took off hittin' the switch Headed straight to get a fat chronic sack They got the bomb on twenty-first street and the bags is packed So I bought three dubs And grabbed the zags toward the bag, started rollin' a blunt [?] wanna blaze up I mix my Satin, grab my gat, and it was time to raise up Back in traffic goin' nowhere particular Just dippin' while I'm sippin', trippin' off of this indica [Chorus] Flossin' (Dippin' in the hood) In the hood just flossin' (I'm just dippin' in the hood) [Verse 2: Bad Azz] I'm sittin' on four brand new 5-20 tires Triple gold hunnid spoke Daytona wires The Impala's hot, seems the juice done kicked in Hit the switch that operate the gates that run on them ten Battery's poundin' in the trunk of the low I turned my system up to ten so my bucket explode I pulled switch six and hit three-wheels, then four One gold Dayna Dane off the ground sparkalin' I'm parkin' in my homeboy's driveway, my way That nigga standin' in the street I got my Phillie box on the CD soak and smoke everyday, Loc That's the thang where I hang And bang goes the shotty, droppin' bodies like Gotti Wit' my goners spinnin', hittin' corners, grinnin' 'cause I'm winnin' Ballin' and bossin', niggas straight flossin' And fools gettin' tossed if they ain't too cautious [Chorus] Flossin' (Dippin' in the hood) In the hood just flossin' (Dippin' in the hood) Everyday just flossin', hoo Got to we just flossin' [Verse 3: Lil' C-Style] Still sportin' blue and gray from the top to my toes Bodies shift to vizes, time to prop some hoes Coupe swoopin' through the picnic, dippin' on thizit I hit the fifth switch and the licks on my shit, sick Khakis sag as I drag blue house shoes The center of attention 'cause I see bitches mouths move Rapidly, I had to be attractin' these hoes Makin' dollars and O's, rollin' Daynas and Vogues Where the bitch wit' a rose? So if I choose, you chose 'Cause this the Dogg Pound way and we don't love them hoes Strollin' to the 83, baby see I'm on dizeck So I ain't got a sweater as if I was a V-neck As we flex straight to the no ID spot The sheets drop, now I'm deep in the keyzock Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one And I just begun, just flossin' [Chorus] Flossin' In the hood just flossin' Everyday just flossin', hoo Got to we just flossin'