Tip Toe (Suga Free)

Oh, yeah, once again Your friendly neighborhood 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 three thousand, 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 nine, seven Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run 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 neighborhood 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 [Incomprehensible] To realize 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,so, hey, fuck that You know that player hater, 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 colored interior Baby, don't cry, I know he trippin' But you were a winner Lil' mo in my Cadillac [Incomprehensible] panties in my [Incomprehensible] Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run 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 ? Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run I bet ya recognize 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 Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run