2Pac Peep Game Lyrics
Last updated: 12/12/2007 11:00:00 AM
So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit.
Goody, goody, gumdrops.
Nigga, get your hoodie and your gun cocked.
Rock it till the drum stops.
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.
Huh. As if I know ya.
Then I could show ya.
But if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya.
So, so peep game
At point blank range.
The fame can't change what the game maintains.
Strange. Wood 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 dis her.
Couldn't be my sister if she actin like a mister.
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 diesel.
But fuck wit Tupac and pop goes the weisel.
Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a motha fuckin real nigga cuz they jealous.
They do it for the fame.
Explain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name?
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.
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 .357.
-Where you at?
*On the freeway, deep in LA.
-OK, see you when get here loc.
-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 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 mamma put together.
The game is to be sold, not to be told.
So buy it.
Can't afford it?
Low budget hoes gotta brother.
Yo sell out.
Get the hell out.
Cuz here I come.
Hit em with my bop gun.
They came and they blast.
We got wit they ass.
And oh, pop his vest and all the rest of that mess.
Comin through like Terminator 2.
Boost your crew cuz we ain't afraid of you.
You know what time it is wit me once the clock strike 3.
We goin coo-coo like Cocoa Puffs. Whooo eeii!!!
Time to get paid, time to get paid. Check.
Time to represent the west homie, nuttin but a vest on me.
Hands on the 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 souja.
Boom bang boom!! It's a stick up.
Vice president Dan Quayle eat a dick up.
(Spoken by Tupac)
Fuck all those motha fuckas, they all can eat a motha fuckin dick up.
Word up. Fuck the police. I don't give a fuck.
Bobcat in this motha fucka boy.
Big up! Big up! To the criminals.
this is serious business.
Yeah, microphone mafia.
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat.
Yeah nigga, bitch.