2Pac - Peep Game Lyrics:
So what the f**k you talkin` about?
Goody, goody, gumdrops, ni**a, get your hoodie
An` your gun c**ked, rock it `til the drum stops
Hip hop, even if my s**t flip flop
An` it probably wouldn`t stop, talk s**t an` get socked
How ya hang `em? Know a realer, ni**a? You could bring him
If I don`t represent the s**t, I`ll kick it, we could sway him
As if I know ya, then I could show ya
But if I don`t know, I got a fo`-fo` fo` ya
So, so peep game at point blank range
The fame can`t change what the game maintains
Strange, wind against the grain
Aw, s**t, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch
Catch up on your pimpin`, I ain`t simpin`, I`ma dis her
Couldn`t be my sister if she actin` like I missed her
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?
Don`t these ni**as know that neither one of y`all can flay me?
I ain`t big, I ain`t buff, I ain`t Diesel
But f**k wit Tupac an` pop goes the weasel
Me an` Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a mothaf**kin` real ni**a `coz they jealous
They do it for the fame, explain, insane
What`s in a name, what`s in a name? Peep game
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can`t f**k around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don`t getcha, Pops gon` kill ya
Killa Cali, the state where they kill
Down wit Oaktown? What`s up homie, can I chill?
The bitches lookin` funny, feel `em at me, feel `em at me
Wit they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7
Where you at? On the freeway, deep in LA
Okay, see you when get here, loc, okay
Here I am, here I am, goddamn, that was quick
Told ya I was comin`, who is that? Is that your woman?
Na, that`s just a hooch lookin` for some juice
What`s up my ni**a? What ya know, a ni**a 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
`Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world
Would you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather
Make more money than your father an` your momma 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
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can`t f**k around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don`t getcha, Pops gon` kill ya
Don`t sell out, get the hell out
`Coz here I come, hit `em with my bop gun
They came an` they blast, we got wit they ass
An` oh, pop this vest an` all the rest of that mess
Comin` through like Terminator 2
Bruise your crew `coz we ain`t afraid of you
You know what time it is wit me once the clock strike 3
They go for coo coo like Cocoa Puffs, ooh, wee
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can`t f**k around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don`t getcha, Pops gon` kill ya
Time to get paid, time to get paid, check
Time to represent the West, on me, nothin` 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, mothaf**kin` soldier
Boom bam boom, it`s a stick up
Vice President Dan Quayle eat a dick up, peep game
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can`t f**k around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don`t getcha, Pops gon` kill ya
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can`t f**k around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don`t getcha, Pops gon` kill ya
Punk bitch, f**k all those mothaf**kas
They all can eat a mothaf**kin` dick up
Word up, f**k the police, I don`t give a f**k
Bobcat in this mothaf**ka, boy
Big up, big up to the criminals, f**k `em
This is serious business, yeah, Microphone Mafia
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat, 93 shot
Yeah, ni**a, bitch
Goody, goody, gumdrops, ni**a, get your hoodie
An` your gun c**ked, rock it `til the drum stops
Hip hop, even if my s**t flip flop
An` it probably wouldn`t stop, talk s**t an` get socked
How ya hang `em? Know a realer, ni**a? You could bring him
If I don`t represent the s**t, I`ll kick it, we could sway him
As if I know ya, then I could show ya
But if I don`t know, I got a fo`-fo` fo` ya
So, so peep game at point blank range
The fame can`t change what the game maintains
Strange, wind against the grain
Aw, s**t, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch
Catch up on your pimpin`, I ain`t simpin`, I`ma dis her
Couldn`t be my sister if she actin` like I missed her
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?
Don`t these ni**as know that neither one of y`all can flay me?
I ain`t big, I ain`t buff, I ain`t Diesel
But f**k wit Tupac an` pop goes the weasel
Me an` Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a mothaf**kin` real ni**a `coz they jealous
They do it for the fame, explain, insane
What`s in a name, what`s in a name? Peep game
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can`t f**k around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don`t getcha, Pops gon` kill ya
Killa Cali, the state where they kill
Down wit Oaktown? What`s up homie, can I chill?
The bitches lookin` funny, feel `em at me, feel `em at me
Wit they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7
Where you at? On the freeway, deep in LA
Okay, see you when get here, loc, okay
Here I am, here I am, goddamn, that was quick
Told ya I was comin`, who is that? Is that your woman?
Na, that`s just a hooch lookin` for some juice
What`s up my ni**a? What ya know, a ni**a 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
`Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world
Would you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather
Make more money than your father an` your momma 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
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can`t f**k around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don`t getcha, Pops gon` kill ya
Don`t sell out, get the hell out
`Coz here I come, hit `em with my bop gun
They came an` they blast, we got wit they ass
An` oh, pop this vest an` all the rest of that mess
Comin` through like Terminator 2
Bruise your crew `coz we ain`t afraid of you
You know what time it is wit me once the clock strike 3
They go for coo coo like Cocoa Puffs, ooh, wee
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can`t f**k around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don`t getcha, Pops gon` kill ya
Time to get paid, time to get paid, check
Time to represent the West, on me, nothin` 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, mothaf**kin` soldier
Boom bam boom, it`s a stick up
Vice President Dan Quayle eat a dick up, peep game
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can`t f**k around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don`t getcha, Pops gon` kill ya
Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can`t f**k around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don`t getcha, Pops gon` kill ya
Punk bitch, f**k all those mothaf**kas
They all can eat a mothaf**kin` dick up
Word up, f**k the police, I don`t give a f**k
Bobcat in this mothaf**ka, boy
Big up, big up to the criminals, f**k `em
This is serious business, yeah, Microphone Mafia
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat, 93 shot
Yeah, ni**a, bitch