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50 Cent Still Tippin Remix Lyrics

Last updated: 12/11/2007 10:00:00 AM

Still tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in vouges
Tippin’ on four fours
Wrapped in vouges
Still tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in vouges
pimpin’ for hoes and I’m packing four 4’s


Now look who creepin’ look who crawlin’ still balling in the mix
It’s that six six long dick Slim nigga stick in yo’ chick
Pullin’ tricks, lookin’ slick and on times when I’m flippin’
Bar sippin’, car dippin’
Grand wood grain grippin’
Still tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in vouges
Pimpin’ four hoes
And I’m packing four 4’s
Blowin’ on that endo
Gamecube Nintendo
5% tint, so you can’t see up in my window
These niggaz don’t understand me cuz I’m Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxi’s wit’ a big glock nine handy
Pieced up creased up, staying dressed to impress
Big Boss belt buckle under my Mitchell ‘N’ Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When I’m riding Sprewells sliding like a Escapade
I got it made the Big Boss of the north
Ain’t shit changed I still represent Swisha House(Ha!)

Still tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in vouges
Tippin’ on four fours
Wrapped in vouges
Still tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in vouges
pimpin’ for hoes I’m packing four 4’s


Big Money Big thangs
Big wrist watch big diamond rangs
My niggaz up in da club be off the chain
They up front wid the niggaz take off ya chain
Are ’til the hollow tips hit the frame
We can brawl or run for ya life man
Got a little candy paint a little wheel chrome
Lil’ wood grain a nigga money loan
I call shots in this bitch like a boss should
Do The fuck I want in yo’ hood
We just slip by real slow
I ain’t shootin’ but I can and I will though
We just slip by real slow
I ain’t shootin’ but I can and I will though

If I came out ya mouth
With an AK shells goin’ straight thorugh ya house
Raise the hell ’til ya whole block clean
Hit ’em all up bow bow then we out
Fuck where you from,nigga fuck what you ’bout
We can get it poppin’ might start droppin’
Fans start watching niggaz start talkin’
Deputies is knnockin’ at yo’ front door
Say Ya don’t want war
Talk when ya want we’ll meet yo’ coffin
It ain’t gon’ stop any glock get it poppin’
Bitch, niggaz keeps runnin’, screamin’ and hollerin’
wanna see what its like when you get shot
Wanna get jacked wit’ a iced out watch
Our tour bus filled up with guns
I ain’t tryna go out like Big and Pun

Four 4’s I’m tippin’
Wood grain I’m grippin’
Catch me lane switchin’ with the paint drippin’
Turn yo’ neck and your dame missin’
Me & Slim we ain’t trippin’
I’m finger flippin’ and syrup sippin’
Like Do or Die I’m po’ pimpin’
Car stop rims keep spinnin’
I’m flippin’ drop with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I’m shakin’ the block with four 18s
Candy green with 11 screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got Doe-Doe the brown with a pint of lean
It takes a grinda to be a king
It takes a grinda to be a king
First round draft pick comin'
Who is Mike Jones? comin'
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Slab shining with the grill and woman
I’m Mike Jones who Mike Jones
The one and only
You can’t clone me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies
Some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me,
now i'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me,
now i'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me,
now i'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me,
now i'm hot hoes all on me

Still tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in vouges
Tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in vouges
Tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in vouges
Pimpin’ four hoes
And I’m packin’ four 4’s


What it do it’s Paul Wall I’m the people’s champ
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I’m back with the camp
I’m probably similar to an ant, cuz I’m low to the earth
People’s feelings get hurt
When they figure out what I’m worth
I got 84s, pokin’ out
At the club I’m showing out
I’m a playa, ain’t no doubt
Hoes wanna know what I’m ‘bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth
Princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my Range
Dripping stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name
It’s still the same
Swisha House or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he running the game
And magnificent ‘bout his cash
Michael Watts he made me hot
Hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot and he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the Internet goin’ nuts
But T. Pharis got my back so now I’m holdin’ my nuts
It’s Paul Wall baby, what you know ‘bout me
I’m on that 5-9 south lead baby holla at me

Still tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in vouges
Tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in vouges
Tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in vouges
Pimpin’ four hoes
And I’m packin’ four 4’s

Thanks to flp puto for submitting Still Tippin Remix Lyrics.



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