Tip Toe

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