2 Pac - Peep Game Lyrics
So what the ***** you talkin about? ! aw, shit.Goody, goody, gumdrops.Nigga, get your hoodie and your gun *****ed.Rock it till the drum stops.Hip hop.Even if my shit flip flopIt probably wouldnt stop.Talk shit and get socked.How ya hang em?Know a realer nigga? you could bring him.If I dont represent the shit,Ill kick it.We could sway him.Huh. as if I know ya.Then I could show ya.But if I dont know, I gotta fo fo fo ya.So, so peep gameAt point blank range.The fame cant change what the game maintains.Strange. wind against the grain.Aw shit. flick or no flick I trips for no *****.Catch up on your pimpin.I aint simpin. Im a dis her.Couldnt be my sister if she actin like I missed her.Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me.Dont these niggas know that neiter one of yall can fade me.I aint big, I aint buff, I aint deisel.But ***** wit tupac and pop goes the weasel.Me and threat made a bet on how many fellasWould jack a motha *****in real nigga cuz they jealous.They do it for the fame.Explain. insane. whats in a name? whats in a name?Peep game.-chorus repeats-Punk *****, how ya like me now?Cant ***** around wit the funky style.Put it together like a puzzle builder.If trenton dont get cha, pops gon kill ya.Killa cali.The state where they kill.Down wit oaktown? whats up homie, can I chill?The *****es lookin funny.Feel em at me. feel em at me wit they minds on they heavenWit 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, thats just a hoochie looking for some juice.-whats up my nigga? what ya know? a nigga got a little bigger.Thats 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.Cant afford it?Low budget hoes gotta brother.Peep game.-chorus repeats-Dont 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 terminator 2.Boost your crew cuz we aint 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 *****in souja.Boom bam boom!! its a stick up.Vice president dan quayle eat a dick up.Peep game.-chorus repeats-(spoken by tupac)Punk motha *****a.***** all those motha *****as, they all can eat a motha *****in dick up.Word up. ***** the police. I dont give a *****.Bobcat in this motha *****a boy.Big up! big up! to the criminals.***** em.~this is serious business.~Yeah, microphone mafia.Tupac, threat, bobcat.93 shot.Yeah nigga, *****.
