suga free - tip toe (reprise) lyrics
[suga free]
oh yeah, once again
your friendly.. neighbour.. hood.. player
suga free.. is in this b-tch.. b-tch
now i wanna break it down for my n-gg- dj quik
the almighty, funkster
the baddest to ever touch the mpc60
worth 3000, you don’t hear me
clue dogg, blac tone, hi-c
droppin some bomb sh-t fo yo -ss
as we dip da, tip toe to the 9-7
[chorus – 2x]
hold on, here we come
tip toe but don’t ya run
[suga free]
naw, uh-oh
b-tch you done f-cked up!
yeah i took yo phone book and took a long look
at another n-gg-s name and his neighbourhood
straight struck her
but life in a brick now-now, knew her, huh-huh, bullsh-t she
took her stinky -ss come up to my parole officer and say he hit me
he’ll do a violation, and she know west ??
to realise only reason that b-tch work is to keep her ankles warm
i, pimpin a padron on the first degree
i’m writin letters to a b-tch that ain’t thinkin bout me
but i’m a pimp mayne, so i’ma sharpen up my twos and bout that
cause that b-tch lips so big chopstick had to invent a spray, f-ck that
you know that player hater cause he ain’t got one pinball in his body
that’s funny, i-i can’t-can’t wait-wait to-to get-get my-my money
in a real way, hey mr. pimp player max superior
drivin that p-ssy in a pink cadillac
with some of that jack off nut coloured interior
baby don’t cry, i know he trippin
but you were a winner
lil mo in my cadillac ??? panties up in my ??
chorus x2
[dj quik]
yeah, it’s mr. quik, tell me, who do you expect?
i’m back with suga free, and hi-c for all respect
cause i’ve been doin this sh-t for years and still impressin
tryna get whatcha on me nothin mo nothin less
cause in my black lex i rolls from county to county
city to city lookin for the dark honies, suckle brown red t-tties
and b-tches, y’all can’t play a technique for a trick
because i speaks softly, and carries a big ol’ d-ck
and um
i like the b-tches that ain’t scared to use they hands
i like the b-tches that’d get naked in the back of the van
yeah, see see, i paid ya like i’m major
you b-tches steadily gettin over them n-gg-s that done paid ya
but then i just fire my newport and look at ya stupid
and then shoot you with an arrow like d-ck cause i ain’t cupid
now learn to tip toe ?
chorus x3
[hi-c]
i bet ya recognise me, i’m nasty as they come mr. h-i-c
tip toe, but don’t ya run, cause me and my dogs be chillin in the tree
dj quik, blac tone and suga free
now tell me what ya want, baby what ya need
i slap meat to a freak, and make the ho nose bleed
cause b-tches like you smoke up all the weed
and ain’t givin up sh-t with yo nappy weed
see i
a hoe like you can shake my spot
or suck my d-ck, till your taste of snot
naw it don’t stop, we stays on top
and bust like a m-th-f-ckin fo-fo shot
f-ck what you got, i’ma ride and swerve
intoxicated man i hate it when i scr-pes the curb
just slammed the do and the ho tried to work me
god d-mn ho, don’t b-tch, ya tryna work me
chorus x4
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