Still Tippin’ Lyrics

Still Tippin' Lyrics
Still Tippin’ Lyrics

“Still Tippin” is a famous song by Mike Jones, Paul Wall, and Slim Thug. It’s a classic hip-hop track that gained popularity for its catchy beat and memorable lyrics. This song is a staple in the rap scene, known for its unique style and Texas influence. With its smooth rhythm and confident verses, “Still Tippin” remains a favorite among fans of old-school hip-hop.

Still Tippin’ Lyrics

[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Still tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Pimpin’ four hoes and I’m packin’ .44s
Still tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Pimpin’ four hoes and I’m packin’ .44s

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Now look who creepin’, look who crawlin’, still ballin’ in the mix
It’s that six-six, long dick, slim nigga stickin’ your chick
Pullin’ tricks, lookin’ slick at all times when I’m flippin’
Barre sippin’, car dippin’, Grant wood grain grippin’
Still tippin’ on four fours (Still tippin’ on four fours) wrapped in four Vogues (Wrapped in four Vogues)
Pimpin’ four hoes (Pimpin’ four hoes) and I’m packin’ four-fours (And I’m packin’ four-fours)
Blowin’ on that indo’, GameCube, Nintendo
Five percent tint so you can’t see up in my window
These niggas don’t understand me ’cause I’m Boss Hogg on candy
Top-down at Maxi’s with a big Glock 9 handy
Pieced up, creased up, stayin’ dressed to impress
Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell & Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When I’m ridin’, Sprewells slidin’ like an escapade
I got it made, the big boss of the north
Ain’t shit changed, I still represent SwishaHouse, huh?
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[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Still tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Pimpin’ four hoes and I’m packin’ .44s
Still tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Pimpin’ four hoes and I’m packin’ .44s

[Verse 2: Mike Jones]
Four-fours I’m tippin’, wood grain I’m grippin’
Catch me lane switchin’ with the paint drippin’
Turn your neck and your dame missin’
Me and Slim, we ain’t trippin’
I’m figure flippin’ and syrup sippin’
Like do or die, I’m po’ pimpin’
Car stop, rims keep spinnin’
I’m flippin’ drop with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I’m shakin’ the block with four eighteens
Candy green with eleven screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got doe doe to burn with a pint of lean
It takes grindin’ to be a king, it takes grindin’ to be a king
First Round Draft Picks comin’, Who is Mike Jones comin’
Slab shinin’ with the grill and woman
Slab shinin’ with the grill and woman
I’m Mike Jones, (Who?) Mike Jones
The one and only, you can’t clone me
Got a lot of haters and a lot of homies, some friends and some phony
Back then, hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot, hoes all on me
Back then, hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot, hoes all on me
Back then, hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot, hoes all on me (I said)
Back then, hoes didn’t want me, now I’m hot, hoes all on me

[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Still tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Pimpin’ four hoes and I’m packin’ .44s
Still tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Pimpin’ four hoes and I’m packin’ .44s

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
What it do? It’s Paul Wall, I’m the people’s champ
My chain light up like a lamp ’cause now I’m back with the camp
I’m crawlin’ similar to an ant ’cause I’m low to the Earth
People’s feelings get hurt when they figure out what I’m worth
I got eighty-fours pokin’ out, at the club, I’m showin’ out
I’m a player, ain’t no doubt, hoes wanna know what I’m ’bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth, princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my range, drippin’ stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name, it’s still the same, SwishaHouse or SwishaBlast
Mike Jones, he runnin’ the game and Magnificent ’bout his cash
Michael Watts, he made me hot, hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot, he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the internet goin’ nuts
But T. Farris got my back, so now I’m holdin’ my nuts
It’s Paul Wall, baby, what you know ’bout me?
I’m on that 59 Southlea, baby, holler at me

[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Still tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Pimpin’ four hoes and I’m packin’ .44s
Still tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four Vogues
Pimpin’ four hoes and I’m packin’ .44s

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