Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tip Toe, artist - Suga Free. Album song Street Gospel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Tip Toe |
| Oh yeah, once again |
| your friendly. |
| neighbour. |
| hood. |
| player |
| Suga Free. |
| is in this bitch. |
| bitch |
| Now I wanna break it down for my nigga 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 shit fo yo ass |
| As we dip da, tip toe to the 9−7 |
| Hold on, here we come |
| Tip toe but don’t ya run |
| Naw, uh-oh |
| Bitch you done fucked up! |
| Yeah I took yo phone book and took a long look |
| at another niggas name and his neighbourhood |
| Straight struck her |
| But life in a brick now-now, knew her, huh-huh, bullshit she |
| Took her stinky ass 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 bitch work is to keep her ankles warm |
| I, pimpin a padron on the first degree |
| I’m writin letters to a bitch that ain’t thinkin bout me But I’m a pimp mayne, so I’ma sharpen up my twos and bout that |
| Cause that bitch lips so big chopstick had to invent a spray, fuck 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 pussy 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 ?? |
| 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 shit 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 titties |
| And bitches, y’all can’t play a technique for a trick |
| Because I speaks softly, and carries a big ol’dick |
| And um I like the bitches that ain’t scared to use they hands |
| I like the bitches that’d get naked in the back of the van |
| Yeah, see see, I paid ya like I’m major |
| You bitches steadily gettin over them niggas that done paid ya But then I just fire my newport and look at ya stupid |
| And then shoot you with an arrow like dick cause I ain’t Cupid |
| Now learn to tip toe? |
| 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 bitches like you smoke up all the weed |
| And ain’t givin up shit with yo nappy weed |
| See I A hoe like you can shake my spot |
| Or suck my dick, till your taste of snot |
| Naw it don’t stop, we stays on top |
| And bust like a muthafuckin fo-fo shot |
| Fuck what you got, I’ma ride and swerve |
| Intoxicated man I hate it when I scrapes the curb |
| Just slammed the do and the ho tried to work me God damn ho, don’t bitch, ya tryna work me |