Gas, Break, Dip (feat. The Federation) - Dirty

{"{"}*static*} Calling all hustlers, calling all players

Please report to your scraper

Turn the ignition on, open all four doors

and commence to slapping, thank you {"{"}*static*}

{"{"}Gas break} (LOUDER!)

40-Water.. Federation, E-40

BOTCH!

Gas break, dip, then scrape {"{"}*3X*}

Sideshows, donuts, figure eights then

Gas break, dip, then scrape {"{"}*3X*}

Sideshows, donuts, figure eights

Aight, look, look here man

Look... I live my life like any day can be my life

Fools be tryin to hit me, like a porno website

I pulls up in the Chevy with them Rally Racer stripes

Some of my fellas on Harley Davidson bikes

With they lights on, in the daytime, the opposite of night

with them growlin-ass pipes ridin

30 deep with a broad on the backseat, highsidin

Tyc**nin and timin, strivin and grindin to get my money on

Rappin and rhymin, tryin to go diamond and talkin on my phone

With the music slappin, slappin this song, they say I'm wrong

Cause I be poppin it at these hoes, fo' tears when I'm off Patron

Sucker repellant cologne I put on, when I leave my home

My 45 pistol chrome bust a ***** shit , bust a dome

Yo' bread is midget and dwarf, like a Hobbit

My yaper is long and lanky like Predrag Stojakovic

Tall like the mileage on my 70 Cutlass-es

Gas break and dip and then scrapin it with my loved ones

I'm out the sunroof, gone off that rotgut

Straight scrape, that's the sound when the shocks touch

White walls with some pipe, haulin D skippers

Candy paint straight c**nin, look at me *****

Get my scratch, all about my mail - uhh

Ant, Stress, and Doonie, them boys from the fields

Gas, break, dip, scrape

Smoke it, up, figure eight

How I scrape? Goldie's a eight

Pull up, dig in my nose, and give you handshake

40-Agua, lent me the Range (love some bam shit )

Cross my fingers {"{"}?} I won't crash it

But my drink's spiked, so I just might

Dent a bumper or two, and bust a headlight

Now, all my niggas in they scrapers (DO'S OPEN)

Thug in the Benz (get that Vogue meat smokin!)

Okayyyy, okayyyy

'96 Cutlass, mayonnaise and mustard

Dusted and disgusted but my guts like custard

Green caramel, Too $hort, "Freaky Tales"

Bumpin in the zoney, pimpin tenderonis

Blueberry blunt wrapped with a Rick Rock slap

Like Busta Rhymes, make they gun booty cheek clap

Stop by the trap, shoot a few craps

Don't trust na'r a *****, keep the strap on my lap

Cell phone might be tapped, so we speak in all slang

That's why the white folk think that we all strange

People in the back of me see the TV's

Ant scrapin tough like a pair of Dungarees

C**nin E-Feez, on Myrtle Beach

Carlos Rossi, where the turtle growin trees

My na'r na'an nutta make all the hoes stutter

Gas break dip bend the ***** then cut her

Punch the gas then break (then break)

Then dip (then dip) then scrape (scrape scrape)

Gas, break, gas, break

{"{"}*static*} This was an official, Sic'Wid It, Federation slap

You may now, close your scraper doors, and go home

Thank you