| Yo, ya know we peepin' y'all | |
| Ya know we peepin' y'all | |
| Slow motion style | |
| Pacific Ocean style | |
| Wh-what? | |
| 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" | |
| '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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| '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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| '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 | |
| 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, raise yo' glass, raise yo' glass to Tash | |
| Raise yo' glass and make a toast to Tash | |
| Now straight up, not tonight, not tonight | |
| We got Tash on the mic, not tonight |