Trippin ft. Def Dee Lyrics

Def Dee, Mr Pocket Jam

Def Dee, Mr Pocket Jam

Def Dee, Mr Pocket Jam

Def Dee, Mr Pocket

Uh Yah!

Throw this on ya phone this the manual

For when you tryna get rich what I flip from the mandible

Show up for ya self first fore you workin on somebody goal

Tami done seen a surgeon doctor Dee with the antidote

Smell like mango and its mixed with some cantaloupe

Sorry baby we can't elope did it too many times before

Marketing tings make the money from a camera phone

Irish spring clean bling she love it when I'm smiling though

(Uh) thuggin through the kicks with my woes

(With my woes)

Some call it flows I suppose it shows (uh)

Clipping dead leaves so I watch that thing grow (thing grow)

She be ovulating so I buss the clean flow

Bruce banner with the pipe you like it when I'm mean though

You ain't sent the money to me whatever do you mean hoe

Girls be actin hard so I tell 'em do ya thing bro

Middle finger picture takin I stopped that in my teens whoa

Buss off the hip quick off the lip

She on the tip aint throw No cents

She wanna strip

Def Dee trippin again

So I slide to LA with the writtens again (GO)

Uh Uh Uh

The moonlight runs from the high sun

Yo chicken ass get flat fees over live drums

I got 9 jobs stop askin when I'm done

I cut no corners cept for rolling my blunt done

(Done) shows where you gonna need a passport to enter

I brought the parka back from Germany thats big pimpin

You need a extra suitcase or you can't take it with ya

Customs asking how you get this countin all yo chicken

Dump out the bag count all the cash

Merch in the stash if one get flagged that's all our ass

Im known to Spaz so we split single member

Go blend with another crowd of people right before we enter

Now I'm in LA widdit (la widdit)

I'm the coach pocket jam run the scrimmage

I take it to the limit repeat it from the beginning

Takin notes of results apply the difference when I'm finished

Come on