Tip Toe (Reprise) · letra

Intro: Suga Free

Oh yeah, once again Your friendly.. neighbor.. hood.. player.. potna.. Suga Free Is in this bitch.. bitch (in a real way) Now I wanna break it down for my nigga DJ Quik The almighty, funkster The baddest to ever touch the MPC60 Or 3000 baby, you don't hear me Clue Dogg, Blac Tone, Hi-C Droppin' some bomb shit for your ass As we dip da, tip toe to the 9-7

Chorus

Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run

Verse 1: Suga Free

No, unh-uh, bitch, you done fucked up! Yeah, I took your phone book and took a long look At another nigga's name and his neighborhood, straight sucka But I ain't finna break nann nail on you, hoe, unh-uh, bullshit, G So that stinky ass slut can call my parole officer and say "he hit me" And do a violation in Chino West, Mariposa dorm To realize only reason that bitch wore panties is to keep her ankles warm I'm, pimpin' and panderin' 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 tools and bounce back 'Cause that bitch lips so big Chapstick had to invent a spray, so hey, fuck that And knowin' that player hater ain't got one pimp bone 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 Mack Superior Drivin' that pussy lip pink Cadillac With some of that jack off nut colored interior Baby, don't cry, I know he trippin', but you with a winner Lay on the hood of my Cadillac and hang your soakin' wet panties up on my antenna

Chorus

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

Verse 2: DJ Quik

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've been doin' this shit for years and still impressin' Tryna get whatcha 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 play or take me for a trick Because I speaks softly, but carries a big ol' dick And um, I like the bitches that ain't scared to use their hands I like the bitches that'll get naked in the back of the van Yeah, see see, I paid ya like I'm major You bitches steadily gettin' over on them niggas that done paid ya But then I just fire up my Newport and look at ya stupid And then shoot you with an arrow like dick 'cause I ain't Cupid Now go on and tip toe your ass up outta here

Chorus

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

Verse 3: Hi-C

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, Black 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 a ho like you can shake my spot Or suck my dick 'til you taste some 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 door and the ho tried to work me God damn ho, don't bitch, you tryna hurt me

Chorus

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 Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run