Trippin' - D Double E

I know you know it

Trippin'

You know it

You’re trippin'

You know it

You’re trippin'

You know it

Trippin'

I know you know it

Trippin'

You know it

You’re trippin'

You know it

You’re trippin'

You know it

You’re trippin

I know you know it

Bluku music!

Must be daft, must be trippin'

If I ever catch man in the ends slippin'

I’ve got the balls like Michael Jordan

I’ve got the balls like Scottie Pippen

Catch man with the family skinny dippin'

When I pull out the ting, trust me, you’ll be dippin'

Into the water, into the woods

I’ve got mumsy and I’ve got paps — he’s good

What’d you think, you’ve got heart of steel?

I know you wanna block man, still

But I’ll dunk on man like Shaquille O’Neal

Dunk on man like Shaquille O’Neal

Yeah, yeah, I’m a shooter from behind the lines just like Steve Kerr

Kill them with a, with a three-pointer

Way mana move, man I move super

I come first, not second or third

By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse

I come first, not second or third

By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse

I come first, not second or third

By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse

If you wanna come and get your head burst

Draw for the big verse, you go first

Must be daft, having a laugh

A wah di bludclart, A wah di rass

Cah us man here, yeah we fill out the dancehall

Them man there can’t even fill half

Us man here reloading a kilo

Them man there reloading a half

That lyrical rep that you’re holding blud, I will snap that in half

Lyrically, I make you drown in your own bloodbath

Just for a laugh

Then I give your girl my autograph

Gotta get up in her because she’s got class

When I saw her walk past, I was impressed by the big breast and big arse

Had to step back and look like «RASS!»

Gonna be the first one, can’t be the last

I come first, not second or third

By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse

I come first, not second or third

By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse

I come first, not second or third

By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse

If you wanna come and get your head burst

Draw for the big verse, you go first

Bidi-bap-bap

Must be having a bubble, bubble

Must be having a bubble bath

Lyrical war, yeah, that’s my craft

MCs wanna try follow my path

I can tell you now, they’re not gonna last

When I do my ting and I put it on blast

Man of the future, man of the, man of the

Man of the future, man of the past

Don’t like me then kiss my arse

Cause, I’m in a different class

You can be a student in my class

If you need some good advice, ask

Promoting music, that’s my task

Gotta mind out for the snakes in the grass

Man might go to the feds and grass

Money up, now you’re back down on your arse

I come first, not second or third

By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse

I come first, not second or third

By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse

I come first, not second or third

By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse

If you wanna come and get your head burst

Draw for the big verse, you go first

Straight after, I’m gonna sink the earth

Spit my verse, leave a curse and make an MC rehearse, reimburse his verse or

look forward to the worst, reverse

Not gonna stop 'til we come first

'Til

And you’ll get left in a hearse, zipped up in a bag just like purse