Bad Religion - The Streets Of America lyrics

Well it's a hot hot Sunday jump up around a quarter to ten

Had to run and get this blunt that I left in my Benz

I lit the shit and caught a early mornin buzz

And called my nigga E 'What up loc?,' 'What up cuz?'

I'm thinkin bout pullin out the trey for performance

And maybe hit a few corners

I let the batteries charge while the kids stood waitin

For me to hit the switch and floss the Daytons

I tap my shit, yo, my shit was hot

So I drove her straight down to the wash spot

They shine my shit up real glossy

Suckers starin but my shit jumps like Kriss Kross G

So fuck what ya heard cause my trey does flips

The superclean three with the lifts

I guess I got my whole day planned and I'm trippin

Quick to hit the switch so let's go dippin

Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets [x3]

Now I'm rollin cocked up, flossin down the street

I took Imperial to the beach

But before I arose on the scene

I saw the individuals rollin like a team

Drove a little bit futher saw mafia for life

Without a doubt everything was tight

But they gotta watch out for the King

Cause I can make my sixty-three sing

No pigs round, no I ain't no sucka

I'm doin sixty just hangin this muthafucka

More Bound To The Ounce is what counts so I show it

Even if it means I gotta total it

Swervin from lane to lane

A Cadillac just ain't the same

If you don't know what I mean and ya sittin

Come on, get in, let's go dippin

Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets [x3]

I felt like Cube cause today was a good day

For me to act the fool in my trey

I'm not worried bout a sucka tryin to stick and rob

I just buck em down with my thirty-odd

Creeped up to the beach, packed to capacity

Hoes walkin by 'Hi Your Majesty'

I said I'm not Young MC but what's the flava

I played it like Troop cause I'm not ??souped??

I park my shit on three wheels cause I'm ill

Compton's on the set with the real deal

This one's for the riders all around the world

Dippin through the hood wit your girl

Bumps in the back, sunroof top

Niggas lookin crazy so I'm reachin for the gloc

Every hood knows where the blood and are crippin

Ain't nothin like a Sunday out just dippin

Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets [x3]