2Pac – Peep Game

2Pac – Peep Game Lyrics

Artist: 2Pac
Song: Peep Game

So what the f#ck you talkin about?! Aw, sh#t
Goody, goody, gumdrops
n#gg#, get your hoodie and your gun cocked
Rock it till the drum stops, hip hop

Even if my sh#t flip flop
It probably wouldn’t stop, talk sh#t and get socked
How ya hang em?
Know a realer n#gg#? You could bring him

If I don’t represent the sh#t, I’ll kick it
We could sway him, hunh! As if I know ya
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! Went against the grain
Aw sh#t! Flick or no flick I trips for no b#tch

Catch up on your pimpin’, I ain’t simpin’, I’m a diss her
Couldn’t be my sister if she’s actin’ like I missed her
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me
Don’t these n#gg#s know that neither one of y’all can fade me

I ain’t big, I ain’t buff, I ain’t deisel
Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jock a mothaf#ckin’ real n#gg# cause they jealous
They do it for the fame

Explain, insane What’s in a name? What’s in a name?
Peep game
Punk b#tch, how ya like me now?
Can’t f#ck around wit the funky style

Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Threat don’t get cha, Pac gon’ kill ya
Killa Cali
The state where they kill

Down wit Oaktown? What’s up homie, can I chill?
The b#tches 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
OK, see you when get here loc
Okay

-Here I am. Here I am
g#dd#mn that was quick
Told ya I was coming
Who is that? Is that your woman?

Na, that’s just a hoochie looking for some juice
What’s up my n#gg#? What ya know? A n#gg# 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
‘Cause 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 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

Punk b#tch, how ya like me now?
Can’t f#ck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Threat don’t get cha, Pac gon’ kill ya

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 #ss
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)
Punk b#tch, how ya like me now?

Can’t f#ck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Threat don’t get cha, Pac gon’ kill ya
Time to get paid, time to get paid, check

Time to represent the west homie, nuttin’ but a vest on me
Got my hands on my Glock, eyes on the prize
First sucka jump, first n#gg# die
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya

Hard as a boulder
Motherf#ckin soulja
Boom bam boom!! It’s a stickup
Vice president Dan Quayle eat a dick up

Peep game
Punk b#tch, how ya like me now?
Can’t f#ck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder

If Threat don’t getcha, Pac gon’ kill ya
Punk b#tch
f#ck all those m#th*rf#ck*rs
They all can eat a motherf#cking dick up

Word up, f#ck the police, I don’t give a f#ck
Bobcat in this m#th*rf#ck*r boy
Big up! Big up! To the criminals
f#ck em

“This is serious business”
Yeah, microphone mafia
93 shot
Yeah n#gg#, b#tch
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2Pac Lyrics – Peep Game

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From the album:
Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z… [Explicit]
Release Year: 1993