He began his professional rapping career working with DJ Quik, with Quik serving as the producer on his debut album, Street Gospel. Released in 1997, it fell short of commercial expectations, but was praised by many underground rap fans in California, and is seen as a "street classic" by many of them. The DJ Quik production on this album was considered to be refreshing compared to the stereotypical West Coast G-Funk sound that had dominated most of the early 90's, as he incorporated elements of jazz, funk, rhythm and blues, and even rock and roll to create instrumentals that caught the ears of many listeners.
Tip Toe
Suga Free Lyrics
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Your friendly neighborhood player
Suga Free, is in this bitch, bitch
Now, I wanna break it down for my nigga, DJ Quik
The almighty, funkster
The baddest to ever touch the MPC60
Worth three thousand, you don't hear me
Droppin' some bomb shit, fo yo, ass
As we dip da, tip toe to the nine, seven
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Naw, uh, oh, bitch you done fucked up
Yeah, I took yo phone book and took a long look
At another niggas name and his neighborhood
Straight struck her
But life in a brick now, now, knew her, huh, huh, bullshit she
Took her stinky ass, come up to my parole officer and say he hit me
He'll do a violation, and she know west [Incomprehensible]
To realize only reason, that bitch work is to keep her ankles warm
I, pimpin' a padron on the first degree
I'm writin' letters to a bitch that ain't thinkin' 'bout me
But I'm a pimp, mayne, so I'ma sharpen up my twos and 'bout that
'Cause that bitch lips so big
Chopstick had to invent a spray,so, hey, fuck that
You know that player hater, he ain't got one pinball in his body
That's funny, I, I can't, can't wait, wait to, to get, get my, my money
In a real way, hey, Mr. pimp player, max superior
Drivin' that pussy in a pink Cadillac
With some of that jack, off nut colored interior
Baby, don't cry, I know he trippin'
But you were a winner
Lil' mo in my Cadillac [Incomprehensible] panties in my [Incomprehensible]
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Yeah, it's Mr. Quik, tell me, who do you expect?
I'm back with Suga Free and Hi see, for all respect
'Cause I've been doin' this shit for years and still impressin'
Tryna get whatcha on me, nothin' mo, nothin' less
'Cause in my black Lex, I rolls from county to county
City to city, lookin' for the dark honies, suckle brown red titties
And bitches, y'all can't play a technique for a trick
Because I speaks softly and carries a big ol' dick
And um, I like the bitches that ain't scared to use they hands
I like the bitches that'd get naked in the back of the van
Yeah, see, see, I paid ya like I'm major
You bitches steadily gettin' over them, niggas, that done paid ya
But then I just fire my Newport and look at ya stupid
And then shoot you with an arrow like dick 'cause I ain't Cupid
Now, learn to tip toe ?
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
I bet ya recognize me, I'm nasty as they come Mr. H I see
Tip Toe, but don't ya run, 'cause me and my dogs be chillin' in the tree
DJ Quik, Blac Tone and Suga Free
Now, tell me what ya want, baby, what ya need?
I slap meat to a freak and make the ho, nose bleed
'Cause bitches like you smoke up all the weed
And ain't givin up shit with yo nappy weed
See I a hoe, like you can shake my spot
Or suck my dick, till your taste of snot
Naw, it don't stop, we stays on top
And bust like a muthafuckin' fo, fo shot
Fuck what you got, I'ma ride and swerve
Intoxicated, man, I hate it when I scrapes the curb
Just slammed the do and the ho tried to work me
God damn ho, don't bitch, ya tryna work me
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
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The song "Tip Toe" by Suga Free is a classic representation of West Coast rap with its hip-hop beats and lyrics that delve deep into the world of pimping and playing. The song opens up with Suga Free introducing himself as the "friendly neighborhood player" and then proceeds to shout out DJ Quik, his music partner who brought the funk and soul to the song. The lyrics of the song revolve around the lives of pimps and players, and the women who try to take advantage of them. Suga Free is rapping about his experiences, including when he caught his woman cheating on him with another man, and how he broke up with her.
The chorus of the song, "Hold on, here we come, Tip toe but don't ya run," serves as a reminder to all women out there that playing games with the players is not going to end well for them. The verses of the song are filled with witty wordplays that reflect Suga Free's personality and his view of the world. He talks about his pimping skills and his ability to write letters to women who are not thinking about him. He also mentions DJ Quik's expertise in music production and his own love for driving a pink Cadillac.
Overall, "Tip Toe" is a song that showcases the raw talent and charisma of Suga Free and DJ Quik. The lyrics are clever, the beats are groovy, and the flow is impeccable. It serves as a reminder of the golden days of West Coast rap and why it remains popular to this day.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh, yeah, once again
Reintroduction of Suga Free as the friendly neighborhood player
Your friendly neighborhood player
Self-introduction as Suga Free
Suga Free, is in this bitch, bitch
Affirmation of identity as Suga Free, adding emphasis through repetition
Now, I wanna break it down for my nigga, DJ Quik
Addressing and acknowledging DJ Quik as a fellow player and collaborator
The almighty, funkster
Praising DJ Quik as a legendary creator of funk music
The baddest to ever touch the MPC60
Extending the accolades for DJ Quik's music production skills
Worth three thousand, you don't hear me
Stating the high value of the MPC60 and emphasizing its importance
Clue Dogg, Blac Tone, Hi see
Acknowledging fellow players and collaborators
Droppin' some bomb shit, fo yo, ass
Promising to deliver some great music
As we dip da, tip toe to the nine, seven
As we move forward with caution and grace into the future
Hold on, here we come
A call to wait and be patient as Suga Free and DJ Quik make their way
Tip toe but don't ya run
Advice to move forward with caution and not to rush
Naw, uh, oh, bitch you done fucked up
Negative reaction to someone's poor behavior
Yeah, I took yo phone book and took a long look
Admitting to looking through someone else's personal contacts
At another niggas name and his neighborhood
Revealing a potentially scandalous discovery
Straight struck her
Expressing an attitude of contempt for someone's actions
But life in a brick now, now, knew her, huh, huh, bullshit she
Avoiding contact with someone who may have a negative impact on one's life
Took her stinky ass, come up to my parole officer and say he hit me
Recalling a false accusation made against oneself
He'll do a violation, and she know west [Incomprehensible]
Speculating about the possible consequences of the false accusation
To realize only reason, that bitch work is to keep her ankles warm
Mocking someone for being a promiscuous woman
I, pimpin' a padron on the first degree
Identifying as a pimp and announcing authority over others
I'm writin' letters to a bitch that ain't thinkin' 'bout me
Expressing unrequited love or affection
But I'm a pimp, mayne, so I'ma sharpen up my twos and 'bout that
Reaffirming one's identity as a successful pimp and preparing to make moves
'Cause that bitch lips so big
Noticing something physical about a woman
Chopstick had to invent a spray,so, hey, fuck that
Making light of a cultural stereotype in a crude way
You know that player hater, he ain't got one pinball in his body
Calling out someone for lacking skill or experience
That's funny, I, I can't, can't wait, wait to, to get, get my, my money
Expressing desire for financial gain
In a real way, hey, Mr. pimp player, max superior
Boasting about one's status and value
Drivin' that pussy in a pink Cadillac
Celebrating one's sexual prowess
With some of that jack, off nut colored interior
Boasting about one's wealth and luxury
Baby, don't cry, I know he trippin'
Offering comfort to a woman who may be upset or in distress
But you were a winner
Reassuring someone of their worth and past successes
Lil' mo in my Cadillac [Incomprehensible] panties in my [Incomprehensible]
Recalling sexual encounters or experiences
I bet ya recognize me, I'm nasty as they come Mr. H I see
Asserting dominance and claiming recognition
Tip Toe, but don't ya run, 'cause me and my dogs be chillin' in the tree
Warning someone to be cautious while acknowledging one's presence
DJ Quik, Blac Tone and Suga Free
Listing collaborators or partners
Now, tell me what ya want, baby, what ya need?
Inviting someone to communicate their desires
I slap meat to a freak and make the ho, nose bleed
Boasting about one's sexual prowess and rough treatment of women
'Cause bitches like you smoke up all the weed
Name-calling and expressing disdain for certain types of women
And ain't givin up shit with yo nappy weed
Dismissing someone as undesirable and uncooperative
See I a hoe, like you can shake my spot
Claiming authority over someone and dismissing them as insignificant
Or suck my dick, till your taste of snot
Proposing a crude and disrespectful sexual act
Naw, it don't stop, we stays on top
Expressing confidence and dominance
And bust like a muthafuckin' fo, fo shot
Boasting about sexual and physical prowess
Fuck what you got, I'ma ride and swerve
Disregarding others and expressing a sense of recklessness
Intoxicated, man, I hate it when I scrapes the curb
Acknowledging and perhaps lamenting one's drunken state and behavior
Just slammed the do and the ho tried to work me
Recalling an encounter or experience with a woman who wanted something
God damn ho, don't bitch, ya tryna work me
Dismissing someone as a manipulative and conniving woman
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAVID BLAKE, DAJUAN WALKER, CRAWFORD WILKERSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Rated R
Man I wish there was more music like this than what we have now
Roy Blak
this song should way more views, this entire album is fire
Rodrigo Ramirez-Arvizu
the entire damn thing!
KAPOVELLI THAPIMP
From 1 KAP to another yea u tellin tha TRUTH
Realla IMB
@KAPOVELLI THAPIMP q
Kevin Victor
The production on this track is insane.
thomas lewis
Guitar tho.🤗
Marcos Vegas
Kevin Victor Quik
Emmanuel Owino
@thomas lewis Dope af
Husky
I wish I discovered this song years ago, that would’ve been a beautiful piece of nostalgia for me...