Dipset Pt. 2   Kush, good kush   Weezy, dip dip   Wayne, set set   And I grip techs, leave em waterbed wet   And I know just where to put these hollowtips   His chest, his chest, his chest      Aiyo I take on a gang a gangs, anythang   Animals oragitangs   Gorillas turn to Bathing Apes when I make it rain   I got a whole collection   I got a dope connection   I got a coke connection   I got a dope infection   No homo, my flow is hard as an erection   So that's why its fuck the world wit protection   Pay attention to the lecture   My words carry life like a stretcher   Yeah, you know young wayne in here   Smellin team spirit, like kurt cobain was here   Yeah, yeah we got them thangs in here   And we will bang in here   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah   And the bank is here   Lincoln's here, Grants is here   Jackson's here, Franklin's here   Them dead mufuckas   And the drank is here, dank is here   Stank in here, gangstas here   Wankstas feel, that red mufucka   And my city hot, ride wit the itchy cock   Coupe wit the titties popped   Where the fuckin city cop   And I got the haters like, "When will he stop?"   Maybe a minute after never, set ya clocks   I'm a nutcase, uptown's my birthplace   They feel me comin like the weekend on thursday   We got Vegas chips, nigga bet bet   I hope you boys ready, because I'm jet set   And when I come up in the building you already know   Bitch wet, bitch wet, bitch wet, fuck now      Yes, um, gloves, drawls, socks, tees   All made by Ralph Laureen   No shades just, my eyeballs watchin em   Tattoos on top of them, igloos for watches   And champagne for breakfast, and   Sports cars for lunch, and pussy for dinner   I eat rappers and call it pussy for dinner   Ask the paparazzi, I'm in the mazeratti   Ridin shotti, bad bitch, clyde and bonnie   I call her Kammie, that's short for kamikaze   She called me daddy and never short wit daddy money   Its Weezy Baby, shine like a brass monkey   I'm never broke, never have a cast on me   Always paid, always got cash on me   I gotta feed, the pockets in my pants hungry   I'm a phantom hauler, a shooter not a brawler   And ya girlfriends a determined Carter caller   Control a bitch, and let a nigga hold a bitch   Put her on the corner shit, and let her make a porno flick   She would play the roll again   Whenever she roll again, pop a pill and roll again   Now we on the roll again   I work her, work her   Tell her be my slave, bitch I'm paid   Out my cage, I just can't feel my face   With Santana, we wild riders like Al Queda   Supreme dada, young mula, Bird Junior, yeah