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 nigga 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 nigga'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 niggas 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