Peep Game Lyrics

Peep Game

[Featuring Threat]
So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit.
Goody,
goody, gumdrops.
Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked.
Rock it till
the drum stops.
Hip hop.
Even if my shit flip flop
It probably wouldn't
stop.
Talk shit and get socked.
How ya hang em?
Know a realer nigga?
You could bring him.
If I don't represent the shit,
I'll kick it.
We
could sway him.
Huh. As if I know ya.
Then I could show ya.
But if I
don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya.
So, so peep game
At point blank
range.
The fame can't change what the game maintains.
Strange. Wind
against the grain.
Aw shit. Flick or no flick I trips for no bitch.
Catch
up on your pimpin.
I ain't simpin. I'm a dis her.
Couldn't be my sister if
she actin like I missed her.
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why
they play me.
Don't these niggas know that neiter one of y'all can fade
me.
I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel.
But fuck wit Tupac and pop
goes the weisel.
Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a
motha fuckin real nigga cuz they jealous.
They do it for the
fame.
Explain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name?
Peep
game.
-Chorus repeats-
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck
around wit the funky style.
Put it together like a puzzle builder.
If
Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kill ya.
Killa Cali.
The state where
they kill.
Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?
The bitches
lookin funny.
Feel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they
heaven
Wit they .357.
-Where you at?
*On the freeway, deep in
LA.
-OK, see you when get here loc.
*OK.
-Here I am. Here I
am.
*Goddamn that was quick.
-Told ya I was comin. Who is that? Is that
your woman?
*Na, that's just a hoochie looking for some juice.
-What's up
my nigga? What ya know? A nigga got a little bigger.
That's all folks
know.
Fat gold ropes.
Gotta keep a low key for my attack.
When I
approach, I want the diamonds, the pearls.
The round the way girls.
Cuz
baby got, baby got back out this world.
Would you give a fee? Never.
Fly
like a feather.
Make more money than your father and your mother put
together.
The game is to be sold, not to be told.
So buy it.
Can't
afford it?
Low budget hoes gotta brother.
Peep game.
-Chorus
repeats-
Don't sell out.
Get the hell out.
Cuz here I come.
Hit em
with my bop gun.
They came and they blast.
We got witt they ass.
And
oh, pop this vest and all the rest of that mess.
Comin through like
Terminater 2.
Boost your crew cuz we ain't afraid of you.
You know what
time it is wit me once the clock stike 3.
We goin coo-coo like Cocoa Puffs.
Whooo eeii!!!
-Chorus repeats-
Time to get paid, time to get paid.
Check.
Time to represent the west. On me: nuttin but a vest.
Got my hands
on my glock, eyes on the prize.
First sucka jump, first sucka die.
Gimme
mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya.
Hard as a boulder.
Motha
fuckin souja.
Boom bam boom!! It's a stick up.
Vice president Dan Quayle
eat a dick up.
Peep game.
-Chorus repeats-
(Spoken by Tupac)
Punk
motha fucka.
Fuck all those motha fuckas, they all can eat a motha fuckin
dick up.
Word up. Fuck the police. I don't give a fuck.
Bobcat in this
motha fucka boy.
Big up! Big up! To the criminals.
Fuck em.
~this is
serious business.~
Yeah, microphone mafia.
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat.
93
shot.
Yeah nigga, bitch.