MorceauParoles de la musique "Peep Game" par 2Pac
[Intro| 2Pac]
-ny ways we were paid in the old days
So far away from the crazies with AKs
And though I been around, clowning with the Underground
I'm still down with my homies from the hometown
And if you need, need anything at all
I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call
So what the fuck you talkin' about?! (Aw, shit)
-ny ways we were paid in the old days
So far away from the crazies with AKs
And though I been around, clowning with the Underground
I'm still down with my homies from the hometown
And if you need, need anything at all
I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call
So what the fuck you talkin' about?! (Aw, shit)
[Verse 1| 2Pac]
Goody, goody, GUMdrops
Nigga, get your hoodie and your gun cocked, rock it till the drum stops
Hip-Hop 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
As if I know ya (huh), then I could show ya
But if I don't know, I gotta .44 fo' ya
So, so peep game, at point blank range
The fame can't change what the game maintains
Strange (huh)! Went against the grain, aw shit!
Flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch
Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma diss her
Couldn't be my sister if she's actin' like I missed her (Now)
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 (Yeah)
I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't diesel
But fuck with 2Pac and pop goes the weasel
Me and Threat made a bet how many fellas
Would jock a mothafuckin' real nigga 'cause they jealous
They do it for the fame, explain, insane
What's in a name? What's in a name?
Peep game
Goody, goody, GUMdrops
Nigga, get your hoodie and your gun cocked, rock it till the drum stops
Hip-Hop 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
As if I know ya (huh), then I could show ya
But if I don't know, I gotta .44 fo' ya
So, so peep game, at point blank range
The fame can't change what the game maintains
Strange (huh)! Went against the grain, aw shit!
Flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch
Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma diss her
Couldn't be my sister if she's actin' like I missed her (Now)
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 (Yeah)
I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't diesel
But fuck with 2Pac and pop goes the weasel
Me and Threat made a bet how many fellas
Would jock a mothafuckin' real nigga 'cause they jealous
They do it for the fame, explain, insane
What's in a name? What's in a name?
Peep game
[Chorus| Deadly Threat]
Punk bitch, how ya like me now? (Yeah)
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
Punk bitch, how ya like me now? (Yeah)
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
[Verse 2| Deadly Threat, 2Pac, Deadly Threat & 2Pac]
Killa Cali (Hahahaha)
The state where they kill
Down wit' Oaktown? What's up, homie, can I chill?
The bitches lookin' funny
Film at elev', film at eleven with they minds on they Heaven
With they .357
Where you at?
On the freeway, leaving LA
Okay, see you when get here, loc
Okay
-Here I am. Here I am
Goddamn, that was quick
Told ya, I was coming
Who is that? Is that your woman?
Nah, 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, we want the diamonds, the pearls
The 'round-the-way girls
'Cause baby got, baby got, backs out this world
Would you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather
Make more money than your daddy and your mama 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
Killa Cali (Hahahaha)
The state where they kill
Down wit' Oaktown? What's up, homie, can I chill?
The bitches lookin' funny
Film at elev', film at eleven with they minds on they Heaven
With they .357
Where you at?
On the freeway, leaving LA
Okay, see you when get here, loc
Okay
-Here I am. Here I am
Goddamn, that was quick
Told ya, I was coming
Who is that? Is that your woman?
Nah, 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, we want the diamonds, the pearls
The 'round-the-way girls
'Cause baby got, baby got, backs out this world
Would you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather
Make more money than your daddy and your mama 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
[Chorus| Deadly Threat]
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
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
[Verse 3| Deadly Threat]
Don't sell out, get the hell out
'Cause here I come, hit 'em with my bop gun
They came and they blast, we got wit' they ass
And, oh, popped his vest and all the rest of that mess
Comin' through like Terminator 2
Boost your crew, 'cause we ain't afraid of you
You, know, what time it is wit' me once the clock strike 3:00
We goin' coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs (Oowee!)
Don't sell out, get the hell out
'Cause here I come, hit 'em with my bop gun
They came and they blast, we got wit' they ass
And, oh, popped his vest and all the rest of that mess
Comin' through like Terminator 2
Boost your crew, 'cause we ain't afraid of you
You, know, what time it is wit' me once the clock strike 3:00
We goin' coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs (Oowee!)
[Chorus| Deadly Threat]
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
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
[Verse 4| 2Pac]
Time to get paid, time to get paid, check
Time to represent the West, homie, nothing but a vest on me
Got my hands on my Glock, eyes on the prize
First sucker jump, first nigga die
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya
Hard as a boulder, motherfucking soldier
Boom, bang, boom!! It's a stick-up
Vice president Dan Quayle, eat a dick up (Hahahaha)
Peep game
Time to get paid, time to get paid, check
Time to represent the West, homie, nothing but a vest on me
Got my hands on my Glock, eyes on the prize
First sucker jump, first nigga die
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya
Hard as a boulder, motherfucking soldier
Boom, bang, boom!! It's a stick-up
Vice president Dan Quayle, eat a dick up (Hahahaha)
Peep game
[Chorus| Deadly Threat x2]
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 getcha, Pac gon' kill ya (Uh)
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 getcha, Pac gon' kill ya (Uh)
[Outro| 2Pac]
Punk bitch
Fuck all those motherfuckers
They all can eat a motherfucking dick up
Word up, fuck the police, I don't give a fuck
Bobcat in this motherfucker, boy
Big up! Big up! To the criminals
Fuck 'em!
"This is serious business"
Yeah, microphone mafia
2Pac, Threat, Bobcat
'93 shot
Yeah, nigga
Bitch
Punk bitch
Fuck all those motherfuckers
They all can eat a motherfucking dick up
Word up, fuck the police, I don't give a fuck
Bobcat in this motherfucker, boy
Big up! Big up! To the criminals
Fuck 'em!
"This is serious business"
Yeah, microphone mafia
2Pac, Threat, Bobcat
'93 shot
Yeah, nigga
Bitch