Lyrics Gold Tips - Playdough, Sean Patrick

Gold Tips

Gold Tip Gold Tip Gold Tip
Gold Tip Gold Tip Gold Tip
Gold Tip Gold Tip Gold Tip
You know what time is it
Gold Tip Gold Tip Gold Tip
Gold Tip Gold Tip Gold Tip
Gold Tip Gold Tip Gold Tip
So don’t trip
G-O-L-D-T-I and P
G-O-L-D-T-I and P
G-O-L-D-T-I and P
G-O-L-D-T-I and P
Get off my
Get off my
Peace to my folks that ready to let it wild out
Something you can turn up loud and just wide out
Something you can rock when you’re late for school
It’s gold tip lifestyle man we making rules
Yeah we breaking rules, yeah we playing fools
And don’t look surprised at me I said we make it cook
Man we been knowing that, bodying tracks
Gold tip all stereo audio jacks
It used to short out, like it would hardly play
Then Sean said «Bro, don’t you got some RCA’s?»
I said «Dog, you know I keep a grip in the shoebox
In my underwear drawer right under the tube socks.»
I flip off the lid and then I fish one out
Then Sean was like «Look, this is what I’m talking about
It’s all silver, fool, this ain’t no quality jack
Looks like you picked this little buster up at Radio Shack.»
I felt real dumb, cuz it all was true
And he looked and said, «Cat, here’s what you gotta do:
Get a tip ring sleeve make sure that it’s gold
It’s a little more pricey, but it’s worth it I’m told.»
And that’s knowledge, some things are worth the price
Now gold tips is a metaphor for my whole life
There’s no half-stepping, we’re all the way live
And we don’t take shorts, and we don’t take fives
We got the style that was right now
Marty McFly sent it to my Paypal
I was going 88 miles per hour
And then ker-plow
Get off my
Get off my
G-O-L-D-T-I and P
G-O-L-D-T-I and P
G-O-L-D-T-I and P
G-O-L-D-T-I and P
You want the gold?
You got the gold