Suga Free, Hi-C, DJ Quik - Tip Toe lyrics

Oh yeah, once again
Your friendly neighbor hood player
Potna suga Free
Is in this bitch bitch (in a real way)
Now I wanna break it down
For my nigga DJ Quik the almighty, funkster
The baddest to ever touch the MPC60
Or 3000 baby, you don't hear me
Clue Dogg, Blac Tone, Hi-C
Droppin' some bomb shit for your ass
As we dip da, tip toe to the 9-7

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

No, unh uh, bitch, you done fucked up!
Yeah, I took your phone book
And took a long look
At another nigga's name and his neighborhood
Straight sucka
But, I ain't finna break nann nail
On you, hoe, unh uh, bullshit, g
So that stinky ass slut can call my
Parole officer and say "he hit me"
And do a violation in Chino West
Mariposa dorm to realize only reason that
Bitch wore panties
Is to keep her ankles warm
I'm, pimpin' and panderin' on
The first degree
I'm writin' letters to a bitch
That ain't thinkin' 'bout me
But, I'm a pimp, mayne
So I'ma sharpen up my tools and bounce back
'Cause that bitch lips so big Chapstick
Had to invent a spray, so hey fuck that
And knowin' that player hater ain't got
One pimp bone in his body that's funny
I I can't-can't wait-wait to-to
Get-get my-my money in a real way
Hey Mr pimp Player Mack Superior
Drivin' that pussy lip pink Cadillac
With some of that jack
Off nut colored interior
Baby, don't cry, I know he trippin'
But you with a winner
Lay on the hood of my Cadillac and hang
Your soakin' wet panties up on my antenna

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

Yeah, it's Mr quik, tell me
Who did you expect? I'm back with Suga Free
And Hi-C for all respect
'Cause, I've been doin' this shit
For years and still impressin'
Tryna get whatcha owe me, nothin' more
Nothin' less 'Cause in my black Lex
I rolls from county to county
City to city lookin' for the
Dark honeysuckle brown round titties
And bitches
Y'all can't play or take me for a trick
Because I speaks softly
But carries a big ol' dick and um
I like the bitches that ain't
Scared to use their hands
I like the bitches that'll get naked
In the back of the van
Yeah, see see, I paid ya like I'm major
You bitches steadily gettin' over on them
Niggas that done paid ya
But then I just fire up my
Newport and look at ya stupid
And then shoot you with an arrow
Like dick 'cause I ain't Cupid
Now go on and tip toe your ass up outta here

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

I bet ya recognize me, I'm nasty as they come
Mr h-IC, tip toe, but don't ya run
'Cause me and my dogs be chillin' in the Tree
DJ Quik, Black Tone, and Suga Free
Now tell me what ya want, baby, what ya need
I slap meat to a freak and
Make the ho nose bleed
'Cause bitches like you smoke up all the weed
And ain't givin up shit with yo' nappy weed
See a ho like you can shake my spot
Or suck my dick 'til you taste some snot
Naw, it don't stop, we stays on top
And bust like a muthafuckin' fo-fo shot
Fuck what you got, I'ma ride and swerve
Intoxicated, man I hate it when
I scrapes the curb
Just slammed the door and the
Ho tried to work me
God damn ho, don't bitch, you tryna hurt me

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run