This is a song about "Dippy eggs"

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

Look i have no time to play your lyrics are like eggs what the fuck are you tranna say?

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Just accept your fate, let the darkness lay it's eggs,