[Intro]
(Damn, ain't nobody around this mothafucka?
Where the hoes at? Nigga gotta find somethin', bitch)
In the hood, in the hood
(Yeah I got it)

[Big Tray Deee]
Slowly dippin' in the 4 with the slow jams low in the background
As I was puttin' my back down (La, la, la, la, la)
On this tender ridin' shotgun next to me
Speakin' sexually of pleasant ecstasy
Gettin' off in the details
Since I don't got time to beat around the bush with no females (What?)
I mean to get my fuck on
'Fore I have to bust in a couple of corners
Tellin' the bitch, "Get the fuck on"
It's three o'clock in the daytime
And yet, my strap is on my lap in case some fool try to play mines
'Cause I'm on all gold one's
As I be bumpin' at this liquor store to get us some cold ones
I stroll to the freezer
Then grabbed myself a fifth of Satin, baby wanted a breezer
So I got her a phone tap
And bought some lubricated Trojans when I thought of my bozack
I got the zags and the berry blue lade
And can't forget the Doublemint before my purchase is made
As I got back in my shit, I quickly passed it back to the bitch and took off hittin' the switch
Headed straight to get a fat chronic sack
They got the bomb on twenty-first street and the bags is packed
So I bought three dubs
And grabbed the zags toward the bag, started rollin' a blunt
[?] wanna blaze up
I mix my Satin, grab my gat, and it was time to raise up
Back in traffic goin' nowhere particular
Just dippin' while I'm sippin', trippin' off of this indica

[Chorus]
Flossin' (Dippin' in the hood)
In the hood just flossin' (I'm just dippin' in the hood)

[Bad Azz]
I'm sittin' on 4, brand new 5-20 tires
Triple gold hunnid spoke Daytona wires
The Impala's hot, seems the juice done kicked in
Hit the switch that operate the gates that run on them ten
Battery's poundin' in the trunk of the low
I turned my system up to ten so my bucket explode
I pulled switch six and hit three-wheels the [?]
One gold Dana Dane off the ground sparkalin'
I'm parkin' in my homeboy's driveway, my way
That nigga standin' in the street
I got my Phillie box on the CD soak and smoke everyday Loc
That's the thang where I hang
And bang goes the shotty, droppin' bodies like Gotti
Wit' my goners spinnin', hittin' corners, grinnin' 'cause I'm winnin'
Ballin' and bossin', niggas straight flossin'
And fools gettin' tossed if they ain't too cautious

[Chorus]
Flossin' (Dippin' in the hood)
In the hood just flossin' (Dippin' in the hood)
Everyday just flossin', hoo
Got to we just flossin'

[Lil' C-Style]
Still sportin' blue and gray from the top to my toes
Bodies shift to vizes, time to prop some hoes
Coupe swoopin' through the picnic, dippin' on thizit
I hit the fifth switch and the licks on my shit, sick
Khakis sag as I drag blue house shoes
The center of attention 'cause I see bitches mouths move
Rapidly I had to be attractin' these hoes
Makin' dollars and O's, rollin' Daynas and Vogues
We the bitch wit' a rose so if I choose, you chose
'Cause this the Dogg Pound way and we don't love them hoes
Strollin' to the 83, baby see I'm on dizeck
So I ain't got a sweater as if I was a V-neck
As we flex straight to the no ID spot
The sheets drop, now I'm deep in the keyzock
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
And I just begun, just flossin'

[Chorus]
Flossin'
In the hood just flossin'
Everyday just flossin', hoo
Got to we just flossin'