Peep Game

(feat. Threat)



So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit.

Goody, goody, gumdrops.

Nigaa, 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.

Huh. As if I know ya.

Then I could show ya.

But if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya.

So, so peep game

At point blank range.

The fame can't change what the game maintains.

Strange. Wind against the grain.

Aw shit. Flick or no flick I trips for no bitch.

Catch up on your pimpin.

I ain't simpin. I'm a dis her.

Couldn't be my sister if she actin like I missed her.

Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me.

Don't these niggas know that neiter one of y'all can fade me.

I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel.

But fuck wit Tupac and pop goes the weisel.

Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas

Would jack a motha fuckin real nigga cuz they jealous.

They do it for the fame.

Explain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name?

Peep game.



[Chorus repeats]

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?

Can't fuck around wit the funky style.

Put it together like a puzzle builder.

If Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kill ya.



Killa Cali.

The state where they kill.

Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?

The bitches lookin funny.

Feel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven

Wit they .357.

-Where you at?

*On the freeway, deep in LA.

-OK, see you when get here loc.-aca