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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juelz Santana
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LaRon James
Composer
Cameron Giles
Composer
Edward Hinson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Self
Producer
Carlisle Young
Mixing Engineer
Mike Peters
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dipset, dipset, dipset
Dipset, dipset, dipset
Dipset, dipset, dipset
Dipset, dipset, dipset
Dipset, dipset, dipset
[Verse 2]
Juelz, dip, dip
Santana, set, set
What he grip, grip?
**** tech-techs
Who you with, with?
Throw up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset, what?
[Verse 3]
Juelz, dip, dip
Santana, set, set
What he grip, grip?
**** tech-techs
Who you with, with?
Throw up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset, what?
[Verse 4]
Yo, I be with a gang of gangs who hang and bang
Animals, orangutans, hammers move, bangers bang
Damn it dude, the game has changed
I got a whole selection, a whole collection
A hoe selection of my hoe collection
And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin'
Bitch, listen, this isn't no damn game in here
Yeah, the whole Bird gang's in here
Like Kurt Cobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm dangerous, yeah, brainless, yeah, stainless, yeah
Aim it, yeah, bang it, yeah (Y'all some dead motherfuckers)
And my diddy-bop, barge through the city block
Hard with the pretty Glock, dodge or you gettin' shot
Then it's to the bar, hard liquor, get a shot
Get a broad, get her hot, get her home, give her cock
Go, it's your birthday
Go, go, drink it, girl, it's comin', I know you thirsty
Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone, dirt place
Doomsday, goons-day, Tuesday to Thursday
[Verse 5]
Juelz, dip, dip
Santana, set, set
What he grip, grip?
**** tech-techs
Who you with, with?
Throw up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset, what? (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
Juelz, dip, dip
Santana, set, set
What he grip, grip?
**** tech-techs
Who you with, with?
Throw up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset, what? (Uh)
[Verse 7]
Jump, stomp, move, breathe
We in too deep, okay?
I'm lo-lo from the block again
Po-po and the cops, again
No homo, but they cocking 'em
Four-fours and Glocks and them
They the paparazzi, they the livest posses
Kamikaze, nazi, nazi, copy, papí
I'm a baller ballet, 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 petroleum
Yeah, and that's just in case the hole is thin
Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it
Oops, squirt it, squirt it
Oops, Oopsie daisy, ooh, I'm crazy
Choo-choo train, ku-ka-mane
Zulu gang, I'm old-school like Bambaataa
No man's hotter, the damn dada
I jam proper, your man's nada
[Verse 8]
Juelz, dip, dip
Santana, set, set
What he grip, grip?
**** tech-techs
Who you with, with?
Throw up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset, what?
[Verse 9]
Juelz, dip, dip
Santana, set, set
What he grip, grip?
**** tech-techs
Who you with, with?
Throw up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset, what?
Written by: Cameron Giles, Edward Hinson, LaRon James