Bippin Lessons by Baby J (RRE) Lyrics
[Intro]
It's a problem all over the country
Thieves smashing vehicle windows to steal what's inside
But is there a way to keep from becoming a victim?
Lisa Guerrero reports (HerbMadeThisBeat)
They're called smash-and-grabs
Burglars busting up car windows, grabbing anything left inside (Damn, Herb, you fucked up with this one)
We wanted to see just how bad this nationwide problem is
[Chorus]
Get off your ass, lil' nigga, I know you tired of stressin'
I'm finna give your ass some game, here go a free lesson
Let me get you in this field to catch you a blessing
Listen close and Baby J gon' have you Gucci steppin'
Keep the scanner on, nigga, 'cause this shit ain't sweet
You never know who might be watchin' or who might see
Stay calm and move slow, you'll be aight, G
Never ride with electronics, call the plug to meet
[Verse 1]
Strap your nuts on, nigga, it's 'bout to get real
I'm finna take your ass across the bridge to the field
Rule number one, watch who you with 'cause shit can get ill
Hit for a hundred with some strangers, you could get killed
The time of day is what determines where you finna play
I be up early as fuck stalkin' the coffee place
Before you open up the pro, you gotta block the camera
'Cause it could take a pic and have your ass in the slammer
[Interlude]
Last year, the city of San Francisco experienced thirty-one thousand smash-and-grab thefts, less than two percent of them were solved
Insurance experts say it's impossible to one-hundred percent prevent smash-and-grabs
But they recommend taking your valuables with you or hiding them in the trunk
(Damn, Herb, you fucked up with this one)
[Verse 2]
I found out they had my plates thanks to the scanner
We hit in Dennys parking lot for some P's of bammer
And stay away from them Teslas if you ain't a pro
Because the camera come on soon as you touch the door
And you can't let the plug play you, gotta know your prices
Twelve-hundred for a touch, he do me righteous
My migo pull up in a Honda, that bitch got nitrous
Him and his whole fuckin' crew got caves like ISIS
[Chorus]
Get off your ass, lil' nigga, I know you tired of stressin'
I'm finna give your ass some game, here go a free lesson
Let me get you in this field to catch you a blessing
Listen close and Baby J gon' have you Gucci steppin'
Keep the scanner on, nigga, 'cause this shit ain't sweet
You never know who might be watchin' or who might see
Stay calm and move slow, you'll be aight, G
Never ride with electronics, call the plug to meet
[Verse 3]
I hope you hear me, lil' nigga, get your pen and pad
You can tell a car a rental, just look at the tags
Walk up real smooth and check it for some bags
And keep your head on a swivel when you do the splash
Stay calm and act casual, don't move fast
We got the radio slappin' so they ain't hear the glass
Bounce in and I'ma pull off like nothin' happened
Quick pull up on a plug, then we back crackin'
It's best to dump that shit quick 'cause that shit be trackin'
Even when it's turned off, I feel like I'm lackin'
Do a pro a day for thirty, nigga, now you stackin'
Cop some two-four and a foreign, now the bitches actin'
I see it in your eyes, you love it, you gaining a passion
The field'll hypnotize a nigga, all the money and action
But what goes up must go down, lil' nigga, you crashin'
That's why you always keep a stash, 'cause the field get tragic
[Outro]
(Damn, Herb, you fucked up with this one)
It's a problem all over the country
Thieves smashing vehicle windows to steal what's inside
But is there a way to keep from becoming a victim?
Lisa Guerrero reports (HerbMadeThisBeat)
They're called smash-and-grabs
Burglars busting up car windows, grabbing anything left inside (Damn, Herb, you fucked up with this one)
We wanted to see just how bad this nationwide problem is
[Chorus]
Get off your ass, lil' nigga, I know you tired of stressin'
I'm finna give your ass some game, here go a free lesson
Let me get you in this field to catch you a blessing
Listen close and Baby J gon' have you Gucci steppin'
Keep the scanner on, nigga, 'cause this shit ain't sweet
You never know who might be watchin' or who might see
Stay calm and move slow, you'll be aight, G
Never ride with electronics, call the plug to meet
[Verse 1]
Strap your nuts on, nigga, it's 'bout to get real
I'm finna take your ass across the bridge to the field
Rule number one, watch who you with 'cause shit can get ill
Hit for a hundred with some strangers, you could get killed
The time of day is what determines where you finna play
I be up early as fuck stalkin' the coffee place
Before you open up the pro, you gotta block the camera
'Cause it could take a pic and have your ass in the slammer
[Interlude]
Last year, the city of San Francisco experienced thirty-one thousand smash-and-grab thefts, less than two percent of them were solved
Insurance experts say it's impossible to one-hundred percent prevent smash-and-grabs
But they recommend taking your valuables with you or hiding them in the trunk
(Damn, Herb, you fucked up with this one)
[Verse 2]
I found out they had my plates thanks to the scanner
We hit in Dennys parking lot for some P's of bammer
And stay away from them Teslas if you ain't a pro
Because the camera come on soon as you touch the door
And you can't let the plug play you, gotta know your prices
Twelve-hundred for a touch, he do me righteous
My migo pull up in a Honda, that bitch got nitrous
Him and his whole fuckin' crew got caves like ISIS
[Chorus]
Get off your ass, lil' nigga, I know you tired of stressin'
I'm finna give your ass some game, here go a free lesson
Let me get you in this field to catch you a blessing
Listen close and Baby J gon' have you Gucci steppin'
Keep the scanner on, nigga, 'cause this shit ain't sweet
You never know who might be watchin' or who might see
Stay calm and move slow, you'll be aight, G
Never ride with electronics, call the plug to meet
[Verse 3]
I hope you hear me, lil' nigga, get your pen and pad
You can tell a car a rental, just look at the tags
Walk up real smooth and check it for some bags
And keep your head on a swivel when you do the splash
Stay calm and act casual, don't move fast
We got the radio slappin' so they ain't hear the glass
Bounce in and I'ma pull off like nothin' happened
Quick pull up on a plug, then we back crackin'
It's best to dump that shit quick 'cause that shit be trackin'
Even when it's turned off, I feel like I'm lackin'
Do a pro a day for thirty, nigga, now you stackin'
Cop some two-four and a foreign, now the bitches actin'
I see it in your eyes, you love it, you gaining a passion
The field'll hypnotize a nigga, all the money and action
But what goes up must go down, lil' nigga, you crashin'
That's why you always keep a stash, 'cause the field get tragic
[Outro]
(Damn, Herb, you fucked up with this one)