Dippin In Da Lac

(feat. Paul Wall)
(talking:)
Ay whats up mayn, this your boy Big Tuck
Ad-Tuck-******, Hurricane Tuck and Paul Wall
This what I want my **** boys to do
I know we got a lot of **** boys out there
Everybody know, we got money down here
We gon put the new **** ***t up, and we gon jump in a old school Lac
And we gon dip on these hoes, geah-geah
(Big Tuck:)
I swear, Im the freshest **** * moving
GT roof down, cruising
Gucci locs on, peeping *****es choosing
Tispy on the dance floor, grooving
Seeing *****z hating, cause Im * ******ning
Got money in my pockets, I dont mind em
Yeah *****, peep this watch
Peep this chain, my *******ne dont stop
Im **** man fresh
The Js on point, heavy crease the Guess
The chain on the chest, hoes obsessed
They finally get to meet, the Big Tuck in the flesh
Shes watching, I know that I got her
Three karat studs in the ear, she know Im a rider
And, its just like that
The Benz in the garage, Im bout to jump in the Lac
(Hook: x2)
Dipping in the Lac, with the dos rose up
Hoe-hoes froze up, cause the dos rose up
Ho-ho-hopping out the Lac, and the chain froze up
Rose gold up, rose-rose gold up
(Paul Wall:)
Pull up to the club, bout twelve cars deep
All dripping candy paint, with some glassy ass feet
I keep the trunk waving, and that dro stay blazing
With the nine tucked tightly, at them haters mi*****ehaving
Im a hard hitter like Greg Blue, setting trends and squa*******ng noise
Pulling up in some candy toys, strutting the parking lot with poise
You see them karats on my wrist, and all around my neck
With nothing less than flawless diamonds mayn, what you expect
I got a lot of charms, I got a lot of chains
I got a lot of grills, and nan one of em look the same
Swang and bang in my candy car, boppers wanna know who we are
Street veterans and mic wreckers, we certified young ghetto stars
Popping bottles thats just for fun, popping trunk thats in my blood
Candy paint might cause a flood, please dont spill my cup of mud
You know we stay balling, cause we keep grinding for that bread
Swishahouse its Paul Wall, and Im G-Boy fresh until Im dead
(Hook x2)
( Big Tuck:)
Im **** man fresh, **** man fresh
Chain on the chest, Im **** man fresh
**** man fresh, **** man fresh
Hopping out the Lac, staying **** man fresh - 2x
Im a certified, wood gripper
Im a old school, candy paint Lac flipper
Got the bang on, and the screens lit
Got the dro going, satellite kit
What you know, about the mink guts
And the motor, thatll drag race a school bus
Just, got the paint job touched up
On the freeway, riding with them dos up
(Hook x2)