[Suga Free]
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Oh yeah, once again
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your friendly.. neighbour.. hood.. player
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Suga Free.. is in this bitch.. bitch
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Now I wanna break it down for my nigga DJ Quik
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The almighty, funkster
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The baddest to ever touch the MPC60
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Worth 3000, you don't hear me
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Clue Dogg, Blac Tone, Hi-C
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Droppin some bomb shit fo yo ass
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As we dip da, tip toe to the 9-7
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[Chorus x2]
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Hold on, here we come
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Tip toe but don't ya run
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[Suga Free]
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Naw, uh-oh
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Bitch you done fucked up!
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Yeah I took yo phone book and took a long look
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at another niggas name and his neighbourhood
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Straight struck her
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But life in a brick now-now, knew her, huh-huh, bullshit she
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Took her stinky ass come up to my parole officer and say he hit me
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He'll do a violation, and she know west [?]
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To realise only reason that bitch work is to keep her ankles warm
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I, pimpin a padron on the first degree
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I'm writin letters to a bitch that ain't thinkin bout me
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But I'm a pimp mayne, so I'ma sharpen up my twos and bout that
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Cause that bitch lips so big chopstick had to invent a spray, fuck that
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You know that player hater cause he ain't got one pinball in his body
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That's funny, I-I can't-can't wait-wait to-to get-get my-my money
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In a real way, hey Mr. pimp player max superior
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Drivin that pussy in a pink Cadillac
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with some of that jack off nut coloured interior
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Baby don't cry, I know he trippin
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But you were a winner
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Lil mo in my Cadillac [?] panties up in my [?]
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[Chorus x2]
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[DJ Quik]
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Yeah, it's Mr. Quik, tell me, who do you expect?
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I'm back with Suga Free, and Hi-C for all respect
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Cause I've been doin this shit for years and still impressin
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Tryna get whatcha on me nothin mo nothin less
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Cause in my black Lex I rolls from county to county
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City to city lookin for the dark honies, suckle brown red titties
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And bitches, y'all can't play a technique for a trick
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Because I speaks softly, and carries a big ol' dick
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And um
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I like the bitches that ain't scared to use they hands
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I like the bitches that'd get naked in the back of the van
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Yeah, see see, I paid ya like I'm major
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You bitches steadily gettin over them niggas that done paid ya
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But then I just fire my newport and look at ya stupid
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And then shoot you with an arrow like dick cause I ain't Cupid
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Now learn to tip toe [?]
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[Chorus x3]
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[Hi-C]
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I bet ya recognise me, I'm nasty as they come Mr. H-I-C
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Tip Toe, but don't ya run, cause me and my dogs be chillin in the tree
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DJ Quik, Blac Tone and Suga Free
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Now tell me what ya want, baby what ya need
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I slap meat to a freak, and make the ho nose bleed
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Cause bitches like you smoke up all the weed
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And ain't givin up shit with yo nappy weed
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See I
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A hoe like you can shake my spot
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Or suck my dick, till your taste of snot
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Naw it don't stop, we stays on top
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And bust like a muthafuckin fo-fo shot
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Fuck what you got, I'ma ride and swerve
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Intoxicated man I hate it when I scrapes the curb
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Just slammed the do and the ho tried to work me
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God damn ho, don't bitch, ya tryna work me
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[Chorus x4]
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Tip Toe
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Suga Free |