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lyrics
Intro:
Verse 1:
Don’t let dat man on that beat boa he too mean
I drip on em but dawgonnit I’m so clean
Shut em down like the Godfather wit Moe Green
I’m getting mine but I break bread wit my whole team
You dis the god I’ma dislodge at close range
I likes dis it remind me slightly of Coltrane
I’ll put up 50 on anybody Its no thang
Straight to the locker don’t even bother wit post game
I got the morgue doin overtime they said dat
You swear you saucy but I would highly contest dat
Like Vietnam you wouldn’t win wit ya best rap
Send them the body and then I’ll body the next track
You see the family like tank armor we so thick
The doe is good but our loyalty why we so rich
I got my hands on some bitcoins you know dis
And plus a vault full of silver dollars and gold bricks
Hook:
We drip, drip, drip, drip
Always lookin out for the homies don’t trip
We drip, drip, drip, drip
They aint part of ours better get ya own clique
We drip, drip, drip, drip
Pour a little out and make sho you don’t slip
We drip, yeah
Pull up and park it’s gone hit
We drip, yeah
Mo than a spark we stay lit
We drip yeah
Verse 2:
Oh my it be showtime when we roll though
Wit impalas and loud choppas we so coo
Kick ya door in like Big Poppa we ol skool
And stay drippin like fried gizzards and soul food
Self-made aint no one in the camp simpin
Masterminds, three heads with the same vision
Grab ya mask, run away when dis man spittin
So sick they should nickname me the pandemic
Outsiders, we don’t fit with the status quo
If you ain’t clique aint nothin bout it you need to know
I love diamonds, I don’t think dat yall here me though
I got mo gems than L.A Fitness and 24
You get the point? Gave it to you wit no caption
Yall ain’t stoppin my hustle cuz yall got no passion
I don’t trust em, too shiesty it’s hoetastic
Hate or love em, nothin like me it’s Drip Faction
Hook: We drip, drip, drip, drip
Always lookin out for the homies don’t trip
We drip, drip, drip, drip
They aint part of ours better get ya own clique
We drip, drip, drip, drip
Pour a little out and make sho you don’t slip
We drip, yeah
Pull up and park it’s gone hit
We drip, yeah
Mo than a spark we stay lit
We drip yeah
Outro:
Show you a fit nobody have dat, drip
Look at the kicks lets see you match dat, drip
Ain’t on my tip you can’t surpass dat, drip
Hit you so quick give you a flashback, drip
Check out my chick you couldn’t bag dat, drip
Finished wit dis homie and das dat,
Drip, drip, drip cmoan
Drip, drip, drip cmoan
Originally from Sacramento, California Eddy P grew up in neighborhood's where gangs, drugs, and poverty is the norm. His
relentless rap style, which he refers to as "conscious drip" comes from his tough upbringing, and is comprised of dope rhymes, and an iron message, with sauce on top. Some tracks you will get just barz from Eddy, and others a song you can just ride to....more