From the recording Dippin'
This song came about by pure will. I literally was like, I'ma make some west coast shit in honor of the memories and the love showed me when I frequented there as a young artist. I even lived in various hoods coming up there in the business. Once Woosaa made the beat, then I was like, I need a west coast collab on this and not a day later I hooked up with an old west coast artist friend from back in those days who was a rapper way before I became one. It was meant to be and so we made "Dippin'" and "Look at me Now".
released December 1, 2023
SINGLE PRODUCED BY: Mista Woosaa
ARTIST: Hood Rawlz / G Sleep
WRITER: Omar D. "Amaru" Lewis, Sr. (all of Hood Rawlz' verses) / Eugene Batson (all of G-Sleep verses)
MUSIC/BEATS: Mista Woosaa
Lyrics
CHORUS
Come on baby
Uh!
Get on down!
Wit yo bad Self. Wit yo bad self. Wit yo bad self!
Come on baby
Uh!
Get on down!
Wit yo bad Self. Wit yo bad self. Wit yo bad self!
HOOD VERSE
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I got a problem.
Let’s talk about it.
I been missin’ out on the love
never had I thought about it.
Banging ass beats
DRE would drop upon us.
Lived in South Central
not one car not bouncin’ to it.
You can still go on Crenshaw
still see nigga’s clownin’ to it.
Not realizin’
it’s the pound that’s
doin’ it to us.
And not just the sound movin’ through us.
It’s a feeling
A vibe.
Some of y’all clueless.
Nigga, I thought Rodeo was Rodeo. Shit!
Used to go to my mans to get the pie
Sweet potato. Shit!
Used to live on 54th and Normandie
I’ve seen shit there
Bone Thugs
no Harmony.
But I also felt the love they showed me.
Seein’ my economy. My pockets was low, B.
The hustle was on.
My game was strong.
Nigga,
I was out here
just tryin to get put on.
CHORUS
Come on baby
Uh!
Get on down!
Wit yo bad Self. Wit yo bad self. Wit yo bad self!
Come on baby
Uh!
Get on down!
Wit yo bad Self. Wit yo bad self. Wit yo bad self!
G-SLEEP VERSE
It ain't nothing like the sunny state where they be Dippin' up on ya' in hop cars in california.
It's California, love. All we got is us, and we're still spitting fire it's the way that we bust.
In God, we trust, though evils lurking, and it might be curtains, we still make our way every day where we stay.
Paint the picture, picture perfect in the studio working, bringing heat to the streets, like "Doc Dre" when it surface.
Like sleeper cells out of nowhere, I appear in the in the atmosphere with that gas, so stand clear.
When the smoke clears, I'm still here reinventin' my whole vibe going up like New years.
Open your eyes and see the future manifestin' right before your eyes. My manifesto is to "rise" and take over.
The takeover my motive is to take over like close encounters of the third kind. "It's west cola."
CHORUS
Come on baby
Uh!
Get on down!
Wit yo bad Self. Wit yo bad self. Wit yo bad self!
Come on baby
Uh!
Get on down!
Wit yo bad Self. Wit yo bad self. Wit yo bad self!
Come on baby
Uh!
Get on down!
Wit yo bad Self. Wit yo bad self. Wit yo bad self!
Come on baby
Uh!
Get on down!
Wit yo bad Self. Wit yo bad self. Wit yo bad self!