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Peep Game Lyrics - Artist : 2Pac
[2Pac:]
So what the fuck you talking about?! Aw, shit Goody, goody, gumdrops Nigga, 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, hunh! As if I know ya Then I could show ya But if I don't know, I gotta .44 fo' ya So, so peep game, at point blank range The fame can't change what the game maintains Strange! Went 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 diss her Couldn't be my sister if she's 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 neither one of y'all can fade me I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel But fuck wit 2Pac and pop goes the weasel Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas Would jock a mothafuckin' real nigga cause they jealous They do it for the fame Explain, insane What's in a name? What's in a name? Peep game [Deadly Threat:] Punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't fuck around wit the funky style Put it together like a puzzle builder If Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya [Deadly Threat:] Killa Cali The state where they kill Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill? The bitches looking funny Film at elev,film at eleven wit they minds on they heaven Wit they .357 -Where you at? -On the freeway, leaving LA -OK, see you when get here loc -OK -Here I am. Here I am -Goddamn that was quick -Told ya I was coming. 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 daddy and your mama 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 [Deadly Threat:] Punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't fuck around wit the funky style Put it together like a puzzle builder If Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya [Deadly Threat:] Don't sell out Get the hell out Cause 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 Coming 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 going coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs. Whooo eeii!!! [Deadly Threat:] Punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't fuck around wit the funky style Put it together like a puzzle builder If Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya [2Pac:] Time to get paid, time to get paid. Check Time to represent the west homie, nuttin' but a vest on me Got my hands on my Glock, eyes on the prize First sucka jump, first nigga die Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya Hard as a boulder Motha fuckin soulja Boom bam boom!! It's a stick up Vice president Dan Quayle eat a dick up Peep game [Deadly Threat:] Punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't fuck around wit the funky style Put it together like a puzzle builder If Threat don't get cha, Pac gon' kill ya [2Pac:] Punk motha fucka Fuck all those motha fuckas, they all can eat a mothafucking dick up Word up. Fuck the police. I don't give a fuck Bobcat in this mothafucka boy Big up! Big up! To the criminals Fuck em "This is serious business" Yeah, microphone mafia 2Pac, Threat, Bobcat 93 shot Yeah nigga, bitch |
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