Oh, yeah, again Your neighborhood player Suga Free, is in bitch, bitch Now, I wanna break it down for my nigga, DJ
The almighty, The baddest to ever the MPC60 three thousand, you don't hear me Clue Dogg, Tone, Hi C some bomb shit, fo yo, ass As we dip da, tip toe to the nine,
Hold on, we come Tip toe but ya run Hold on, we come Tip toe but ya run
Naw, uh, oh, bitch you fucked up Yeah, I took yo phone book and took a long At niggas name and his neighborhood Straight her
But life in a now, now, knew her, huh, huh, bullshit she Took her stinky ass, up to my parole officer and say he hit me do a violation, and she know west [Incomprehensible] To realize only reason, that bitch work is to keep her warm
I, pimpin' a padron on the first I'm writin' letters to a bitch that ain't 'bout me But I'm a pimp, mayne, so I'ma sharpen up my twos and that 'Cause bitch lips so big Chopstick had to a spray,so, hey, fuck that
You know that hater, he ain't got one pinball in his body funny, I, I can't, can't wait, wait to, to get, get my, my money In a real way, hey, Mr. player, max superior Drivin' pussy in a pink Cadillac
With some of that jack, off nut colored Baby, cry, I know he trippin' But you were a Lil' mo in my Cadillac panties in my [Incomprehensible]
Hold on, we come Tip toe but ya run Hold on, here we Tip toe but ya run
Hold on, here we Tip toe but ya run Hold on, we come Tip toe but ya run
Yeah, Mr. Quik, tell me, who do you expect? I'm back Suga Free and Hi C, for all respect 'Cause I've been doin' this shit for years and still Tryna get whatcha on me, nothin' mo, nothin'
'Cause in my black Lex, I rolls from county to City to city, for the dark honies, suckle brown red titties And bitches, can't play a technique for a trick Because I speaks softly and carries a big ol'
And um, I like the bitches that ain't scared to use they I the bitches that'd get naked in the back of the van Yeah, see, see, I paid ya I'm major You bitches steadily gettin' over them, niggas, that paid ya
But then I just fire my Newport and look at ya And then shoot you with an arrow like dick I ain't Cupid Now, to tip toe ?
on, here we come Tip toe but ya run on, here we come Tip toe but ya run
Hold on, here we Tip toe but ya run on, here we come Tip toe but ya run
I bet ya recognize me, I'm nasty as come Mr. H I C Tip Toe, but ya run, 'cause me and my dogs be chillin' in the tree DJ Quik, Blac Tone and Suga Now, me what ya want, baby, what ya need?
I slap meat to a and make the ho, nose bleed 'Cause bitches you smoke up all the weed And givin up shit with yo nappy weed
See I a hoe, you can shake my spot Or suck my dick, your taste of snot Naw, it stop, we stays on top And like a muthafuckin' fo, fo shot
what you got, I'ma ride and swerve Intoxicated, man, I it when I scrapes the curb Just slammed the do and the ho tried to me God damn ho, don't bitch, ya work me
Hold on, here we Tip toe but ya run Hold on, here we Tip toe but ya run
Hold on, here we Tip toe but ya run Hold on, here we Tip toe but ya run
Hold on, we come Tip toe but ya run on, here we come Tip toe but ya run ...