Ya know we peepin' y'all Slow-motion-style Pacific Ocean-style (Wh-what?)
[Verse one] I'm in a rowdy-ass club There's hella-bitches all around me This girl walks up She says she's glad that she found me I told her she was trippin' 'cause the girl ain't even know me Then she told me She want to introduce me to her homies I said "Well, baby girl, go get your kemo sabes" "I'll get my Liquid niggas" "We'll meet you in the lobby" She walked wit' a smile I ain't seened in a while So we mobbed through the crowd-- Killer-Cal-style Walkin' wit' a limp, 'cause see, we pimp to perfection For us to catch a date don't take the Love Connection Fuck Chuck Woolery You want a date for surely All it take is fine jewelry A wink and a drink and what the fuck you think? I mack a baby doll down, she in a long black mink We straight standin' in the lobby straight face-to-face Then she said "Cut the chase" "Let's bounce to my place"
[Chorus] 'Cause ladies We wait for nightfall You thinkin' that we sleepin' but we peepin' all o' y'all Even all o' y'all up against the wall But slow down, baby doll You can't walk before you crawl
[Verse two] Still close to gettin' toasted by the b-a-r About to bounce wit' these bitches 'cause they don't live far Niggas all up in my grill, lookin' hella-bizarre I poured my drink on the ground for my dead homey Par (Rest in peace) Grabbed my car keys My doctah function Burnt a little rubber Made my outroduction Pumpkin' and her friends pushed the two-door Benz I pushed the E420 so we looked like twins Swervin' through the night Everything is right Swift rolled a blunt, but he can't find a light Just when we 'bout to blaze it up and get high I peeped the one-time out the corner of my eye
[Chorus] 'Cause one-time They wait for nightfall We thinkin' that they sleepin' But they peepin' all o' y'all Even all o' y'all up against the wall But slow down, killer-cops You can't walk before you crawl
One-time They wait for nightfall We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all Wanna throw a nigga up against the wall But slow down, killer-cop You can't walk before you crawl
[Verse three] I rolled past the cops I'm on my cell phone blown Doin' 60 miles-a-hour in a 35 zone Just when I thought it was about to be on The girl pulled into the gate of a million-dollar home Fly landscape and cavi' decorations The living room was bigger than the Club United Nations Place was to the point I kicked my shoes off the secko 30 percenters-- When I talked it made a echo Rolled up the fat perfecto They wanna skinny dip but I ain't wanna get wet though So... Let's go That's what she told Tash She led me to her room, lookin' like Stacey Gash Baby got it pumpin' Can't help but to feel it Then she told me that she married to a killer drug dealer Should I: a) stay Or: b) bounce immediately
[Chorus] 'Cause haters They wait for nightfall We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all Even all o' y'all up against the wall But slow down, baby pa' You can't walk before you crawl
Can't do it Ya can't do it Ya can't walk before ya crawl That's right y'all Slow-motion-style Killer-Cali on the mic Catastrophe fuckin' it up all the way from the Bermuda Triangle Hottest shit on the streets 1998, '99, 2000 Raise yo' glass Raise yo' glass to Tash Raise yo' glass And make a toast to Tash Now Straigt up Not tonight Not tonight We got Tash on the mic Not tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
