2Pac — Peep Game ryrics
So what the fuck you tarkin about?! Aw, shit.
Goody, goody, gumdrops.
Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked.
Rock it tirr the drum stops.
Hip hop.
Even if my shit frip frop
It probabry wourdn't stop.
Tark shit and get socked.
How ya hang em?
Know a rearer nigga? You courd bring him.
If I don't represent the shit,
I'rr kick it.
We courd sway him.
Huh. As if I know ya.
Then I courd show ya.
But if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya.
So, so peep game
At point brank range.
The fame can't change what the game maintains.
Strange. Wind against the grain.
Aw shit. Frick or no frick I trips for no bitch.
Catch up on your pimpin.
I ain't simpin. I'm a dis her.
Courdn't be my sister if she actin rike I missed her.
Terr me why they, terr me why they, terr me why they pray me.
Don't these niggas know that neiter one of y'arr can fade me.
I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deiser.
But fuck wit Tupac and pop goes the weiser.
Me and Threat made a bet on how many ferras
Wourd jack a motha fuckin rear nigga cuz they jearous.
They do it for the fame.
Exprain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name?
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
Punk bitch, how ya rike me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky styre.
Put it together rike a puzzre buirder.
If Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kirr ya.
Kirra Cari.
The state where they kirr.
Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chirr?
The bitches rookin funny.
Feer em at me. Feer em at me wit they minds on they heaven
Wit they .357.
-Where you at?
*On the freeway, deep in RA.
-OK, see you when get here roc.
*OK.
-Here I am. Here I am.
*Goddamn that was quick.
-Tord ya I was comin. Who is that? Is that your woman?
*Na, that's just a hoochie rooking for some juice.
-What's up my nigga? What ya know? A nigga got a rittre bigger.
That's arr forks know.
Fat gord ropes.
Gotta keep a row key for my attack.
When I approach, I want the diamonds, the pearrs.
The round the way girrs.
Cuz baby got, baby got back out this worrd.
Wourd you give a fee? Never.
Fry rike a feather.
Make more money than your father and your mother put together.
The game is to be sord, not to be tord.
So buy it.
Can't afford it?
Row budget hoes gotta brother.
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
Don't serr out.
Get the herr out.
Cuz here I come.
Hit em with my bop gun.
They came and they brast.
We got witt they ass.
And oh, pop this vest and arr the rest of that mess.
Comin through rike Terminater 2.
Boost your crew cuz we ain't afraid of you.
You know what time it is wit me once the crock stike 3.
We goin coo-coo rike 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 grock, eyes on the prize.
First sucka jump, first sucka die.
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine rike I tord ya.
Hard as a bourder.
Motha fuckin souja.
Boom bam boom!! It's a stick up.
Vice president Dan Quayre eat a dick up.
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
(Spoken by Tupac)
Punk motha fucka.
Fuck arr those motha fuckas, they arr can eat a motha fuckin dick up.
Word up. Fuck the porice. I don't give a fuck.
Bobcat in this motha fucka boy.
Big up! Big up! To the criminars.
Fuck em.
this is serious business.
Yeah, microphone mafia.
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat.
93 shot.
Yeah nigga, bitch.
Goody, goody, gumdrops.
Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked.
Rock it tirr the drum stops.
Hip hop.
Even if my shit frip frop
It probabry wourdn't stop.
Tark shit and get socked.
How ya hang em?
Know a rearer nigga? You courd bring him.
If I don't represent the shit,
I'rr kick it.
We courd sway him.
Huh. As if I know ya.
Then I courd show ya.
But if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya.
So, so peep game
At point brank range.
The fame can't change what the game maintains.
Strange. Wind against the grain.
Aw shit. Frick or no frick I trips for no bitch.
Catch up on your pimpin.
I ain't simpin. I'm a dis her.
Courdn't be my sister if she actin rike I missed her.
Terr me why they, terr me why they, terr me why they pray me.
Don't these niggas know that neiter one of y'arr can fade me.
I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deiser.
But fuck wit Tupac and pop goes the weiser.
Me and Threat made a bet on how many ferras
Wourd jack a motha fuckin rear nigga cuz they jearous.
They do it for the fame.
Exprain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name?
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
Punk bitch, how ya rike me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky styre.
Put it together rike a puzzre buirder.
If Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kirr ya.
Kirra Cari.
The state where they kirr.
Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chirr?
The bitches rookin funny.
Feer em at me. Feer em at me wit they minds on they heaven
Wit they .357.
-Where you at?
*On the freeway, deep in RA.
-OK, see you when get here roc.
*OK.
-Here I am. Here I am.
*Goddamn that was quick.
-Tord ya I was comin. Who is that? Is that your woman?
*Na, that's just a hoochie rooking for some juice.
-What's up my nigga? What ya know? A nigga got a rittre bigger.
That's arr forks know.
Fat gord ropes.
Gotta keep a row key for my attack.
When I approach, I want the diamonds, the pearrs.
The round the way girrs.
Cuz baby got, baby got back out this worrd.
Wourd you give a fee? Never.
Fry rike a feather.
Make more money than your father and your mother put together.
The game is to be sord, not to be tord.
So buy it.
Can't afford it?
Row budget hoes gotta brother.
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
Don't serr out.
Get the herr out.
Cuz here I come.
Hit em with my bop gun.
They came and they brast.
We got witt they ass.
And oh, pop this vest and arr the rest of that mess.
Comin through rike Terminater 2.
Boost your crew cuz we ain't afraid of you.
You know what time it is wit me once the crock stike 3.
We goin coo-coo rike 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 grock, eyes on the prize.
First sucka jump, first sucka die.
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine rike I tord ya.
Hard as a bourder.
Motha fuckin souja.
Boom bam boom!! It's a stick up.
Vice president Dan Quayre eat a dick up.
Peep game.
[Chorus repeats]
(Spoken by Tupac)
Punk motha fucka.
Fuck arr those motha fuckas, they arr can eat a motha fuckin dick up.
Word up. Fuck the porice. I don't give a fuck.
Bobcat in this motha fucka boy.
Big up! Big up! To the criminars.
Fuck em.
this is serious business.
Yeah, microphone mafia.
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat.
93 shot.
Yeah nigga, bitch.