Tip Toe (feat. DJ Quik & Hi-C)

Oh yeah, once again

Your friendly neighborhood playa partner Suga Free

Is in this bitch, bitch (in a real way)

Now I wanna break it down for my **** DJ Quik

The almighty, funk star

The baddest to ever touch the MPC60 or 3000, you don't hear me?

Clue Dog, Black Tone, Hi-C

Droppin' some bomb shit for yo' ass

As we dip down, tip toe to the nine-seven

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Yo, uh-uh, bitch you done fucked up

Yeah, took your phone book and took a long look

At another ****'s name and his neighborhood, straight shook up

But I ain't finna break more than you ho, uh-uh, bullshit G

So that stinky ass slut can call my parole officer and say he hit me

Endured violation in Chino West, Mariposa dorm

To realize the only reason that bitch

Wore panties was to keep her ankles warm

I'm pimpin' and pandering on the first degree

I'm writing letters to a bitch that ain't thinkin' 'bout me

But I'm a pimp, mayne, so I'ma sharpen up my tools and bounce back

'Cause that bitch lips so big finna spray, so hey, fuck that

And knowin' that playa hater ain't got one pimp bone in his body

That's funny, I-I can't-can't wait to-to get-get my-my money

In a real way, hey Mr. Pimp playa mack superior

Driving that pussy lip pink Cadillac with

Some of that jackoff nut colored interior

Baby don't cry, I know he trippin', but you with a winner

Let me hood up my Cadillac and hang

Your sugar wet panties up on my antenna

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Yeah, it's Mr. Quik, tell me, who did you expect?

I'm back with Suga Free and Hi-C for all respect

'Cause I been doin' this shit for years and still impressin'

Tryna get what you owe me, nothin' more, nothin' less

'Cause in my black Lex I rolls from county to county

City to city, lookin' for the dark honeysuckle brown round titties

And bitches, y'all can't playa take me for a trick

Because I speak softly, but carries a big ol' dick

And um, I like the bitches that ain't scared to use their hand

I like the bitches that'll get naked in the back of the van

Yeah, see see, I played you like I made you

You bitches steadily gettin' over on them **** that done paid you

But then I just fire up my Newport and look at you stupid

And then shoot you with an arrow like dick, 'cause I ain't Cupid

Now go on and tip toe your ass on out

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

I bet you recognize me, I'm nasty as they come

It's the H-I-C, tip toe but don't you run

'Cause me and my dogs be chillin' in the tree

DJ Quik, Black Tone, and Suga Free

Now tell me what you want baby, what you need

I slap me to a freak, and make the ho nose bleed

'Cause bitches like you smoke up all the weed

And ain't givin' a shit with your nappy weave

See a ho like you can shake my spot

Or suck my dick 'til you taste some snot

Nah, it don't stop, we stays on top

And bust like a motherfuckin' .44 shot

Fuck what you got, I'ma ride and swerve

Intoxicated, man I hate it when I scrapes the curb

Just slammed the door when the ho tried to work me

Goddamn ho, damn bitch, you tryna hurt me

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run

Hold on, here we come, tip toe but don't you run