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Tip Toe

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  • 作词 : Suga Free/DJ Quik/Hi-C
    作曲 : Suga Free/DJ Quik/Hi-C
    Oh yeah, once again your friendly.. neighbour.. hood.. player
    Suga Free.. is in this *******.. *******
    Now I wanna break it down for my *******
    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 *******t fo yo ass
    As we dip da, tip toe to the 9-7 [Chorus x2]
    Hold on, here we come
    Tip toe but don't ya run [Suga Free]
    Naw, uh-oh
    ******* you done ****** up!
    Yeah I took yo phone book and took a long look at another *******s name and his neighbourhood
    Straight struck her
    But life in a brick now-now, knew her, huh-huh, bull*******t 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 ******* work is to keep her ankles warm
    I, pimpin a padron on the first degree
    I'm writin letters to a ******* that ain't thinkin bout me
    But I'm a pimp mayne, so
    I'ma sharpen up my twos and bout that
    Cause that ******* lips so big chopstick had to invent a spray, ******* 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 ******* 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 *******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 *******
    And *******, y'all can't play a technique for a trick
    Because I speaks softly, and carries a big ol' *******
    And um I like the ******* that ain't scared to use they hands
    I like the ******* that'd get naked in the back of the van
    Yeah, see see,
    I paid ya like
    I'm major
    You ******* steadily gettin over them *******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 ******* 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 ******* like you smoke up all the ******
    And ain't givin up *******t with yo nappy ******
    See I A hoe like you can shake my spot
    Or suck my *******, till your taste of snot
    Naw it don't stop, we stays on top
    And bust like a mutha****** fo-fo shot
    ******* 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 *******, ya tryna work me [Chorus x4]
  • 作词 : Suga Free/DJ Quik/Hi-C
    作曲 : Suga Free/DJ Quik/Hi-C
    Oh yeah, once again your friendly.. neighbour.. hood.. player
    Suga Free.. is in this *******.. *******
    Now I wanna break it down for my *******
    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 *******t fo yo ass
    As we dip da, tip toe to the 9-7 [Chorus x2]
    Hold on, here we come
    Tip toe but don't ya run [Suga Free]
    Naw, uh-oh
    ******* you done ****** up!
    Yeah I took yo phone book and took a long look at another *******s name and his neighbourhood
    Straight struck her
    But life in a brick now-now, knew her, huh-huh, bull*******t 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 ******* work is to keep her ankles warm
    I, pimpin a padron on the first degree
    I'm writin letters to a ******* that ain't thinkin bout me
    But I'm a pimp mayne, so
    I'ma sharpen up my twos and bout that
    Cause that ******* lips so big chopstick had to invent a spray, ******* 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 ******* 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 *******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 *******
    And *******, y'all can't play a technique for a trick
    Because I speaks softly, and carries a big ol' *******
    And um I like the ******* that ain't scared to use they hands
    I like the ******* that'd get naked in the back of the van
    Yeah, see see,
    I paid ya like
    I'm major
    You ******* steadily gettin over them *******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 ******* 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 ******* like you smoke up all the ******
    And ain't givin up *******t with yo nappy ******
    See I A hoe like you can shake my spot
    Or suck my *******, till your taste of snot
    Naw it don't stop, we stays on top
    And bust like a mutha****** fo-fo shot
    ******* 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 *******, ya tryna work me [Chorus x4]