Still Tippin (g-unit Remix) Lyrics

Still Tippin (g-unit Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Slim Thug]

Still tippin’ on four 4’s

Wrapped in four 4’s

Tippin’ on four 4’s

Wrapped in four 4’s

Tippin’ on four 4’s

Wrapped in four 4’s

Pimpin’ four hoes

And now I’m packin’ four 4’s



[Verse 1: Slim Thug]

Now look who creepin’ look who crawlin’ still balling in the
mix

It’s that six six long dick Slim nigga stick in yo’ chick

Pullin’ tricks, lookin’ slick and on times when I’m
flippin’

Bar sippin’, car dippin’

Grand wood grain grippin’

Still tippin’ on four 4’s

Wrapped in four 4’s

Pimpin’ four hoes

And I’m packing four 4’s

Blowin’ on that endo

Gamecube Nintendo

5% tint, so you can’t see up in my window

These niggaz don’t understand me cuz I’m Boss Hogg on candy

Top down at Maxi’s wit’ a big glock nine handy

Pieced up creased up, staying dressed to impress

Big Boss belt buckle under my Mitchell ‘N’ Ness

Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade

When I’m riding Sprewells sliding like a Escapade

I got it made the Big Boss of the north

Ain’t shit changed I still represent Swisha House



[Chorus: Slim Thug]

Still tippin’ on four 4’s

Wrapped in four 4’s

Tippin’ on four 4’s

Wrapped in four 4’s

Tippin’ on four 4’s

Wrapped in four 4’s

Pimpin’ four hoes

And now I’m packin’ four 4’s







[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Big thangs

Big bitch watch big diamond rangs

My niggaz up in da club be off the chain

They up front wid the niggaz take off ya chain

Are ’til the hollow tips hit the frame

We can brawl or runfor ya life man

Got a little candy paint a little wheel chrome

Lil’ wood grain a nigga money loan

I call shots whoo! bitch never call me Suge

The fuck I want in yo’ hood

We just slip by real slow

I ain’t shootin’ but I can on the wheel though

We just slip by real slow

I ain’t shootin’ but I can on the wheel though



[Verse 3: Young Buck]

If I came out ya mouth

With an AK shells goin’ straight thorugh ya house

Raise the hell ’til ya whole block clean

Hit ’em all up bow bow then we out

Fuck where you from, fuck what you ’bout

We can get it poppin’ might start droppin’

Face start watching niggaz start talkin’

Death is knnockin’ at yo’ front door

Y’all don’t want war

Talk when ya want we’ll meet yo’ coffin

It ain’t gon’ stop any glock get it poppin’

Bitch keeps runnin’, screamin’ and hollerin’

These niggaz wanna see what its like when you get shot

Wanna get jacked wit’ a iced out watch

Our tour bus filled up with guns

I ain’t tryna go out like Big and Pun



[Verse 4: Mike Jones]

Four 4’s I’m tippin’

Wood grain I’m grippin’

Catch me lane switchin’ with the paint drippin’

Turn yo’ neck and your dame missin’

Me & Slim we ain’t trippin’

I’m finger flippin’ and syrup sippin’

Like Do or Die I’m po’ pimpin’

Car stop rims keep spinnin’

I’m flippin’ drop with invisible tops

Hoes bop when my drop step out

I’m shakin’ the block with four 18s

Candy green with 11 screens

My gasoline always supreme

Got Doe-Doe the brown with a pint of lean

It takes a grinda to be a king

It takes a grinda to be a king

First round draft pick coming

Who is Mike Jones ? coming

Slab shining with the grill and woman

Slab shining with the grill and woman

I’m Mike Jones who Mike Jones

The one and only

You can’t clone me

Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies

Some friends and some phony

Back then hoes didn’t want me

Now I’m hot hoes all on me

Back then hoes didn’t want me

Now I’m hot hoes all on me

Back then hoes didn’t want me

Now I’m hot hoes all on me

Back then hoes didn’t want me

Now I’m hot hoes all on me



[Verse 5: Paul Wall]

What it do it’s Paul Wall I’m the people’s champ

My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I’m back with the camp

I’m probably similar to an ant, cuz I’m low to the earth

People’s feelings get hurt

When they figure out what I’m worth

I got 84s, pokin’ out

At the club I’m showing out

I’m a playa, ain’t no doubt

Hoes wanna know what I’m ‘bout

Biggest diamonds off in my mouth

Princess cuts all in my chain

Wood grain all in my Range

Dripping stains when I switch lanes

Switched the name

It’s still the same

Swisha House or Swisha Blast

Mike Jones he running the game

And magnificent ‘bout his cash

Michael Watts he made me hot

Hard work took me to the top

G. Dash took me to the lot and he wrote a check and bought a drop

I got the Internet goin’ nuts

But T. Pharis got my back so now I’m holdin’ my nuts

It’s Paul Wall baby, what you know ‘bout me

I’m on that 5-9 south lead baby holla at me



[Chorus: Slim Thug]

Still tippin’ on four 4’s

Wrapped in four 4’s

Tippin’ on four 4’s

Wrapped in four 4’s

Tippin’ on four 4’s

Wrapped in four 4’s

Pimpin’ four hoes

And now I’m packin’ four 4’s