Lyrics:
Aye, ugh, yeah
Peep 'em out
Aye, ugh, yeah
Peep 'em out
You got them goods then halla at me
Tryna peep 'em out
If they don't come out by theyself
game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the
days
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin'
Thunder Road is for the lost lovers and all the fixed games
Thunder Road is for the tires rushing by in the rain
Thunder Road me and Billy we'd always
when we journey through the sea
Oui, oui monsieur, I'm true to the game, I believe my friends you slip me
I might have the ego but you'll tell me
the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O
punctured steels
When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice?
Oh that water was my liquid of choice
Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons
informatively
We're nine years old, suddenly Bama heat turns cold
I have visions of my future if I join the fold
Fast money, clothes, jail cells, shot by someone
pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (got the right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ayy, ayy,
see a tooth without a diamond on it
This is game at it's finest homie
Peep it (ooh, yeah)
Gangsters and pimps (gangsters)
Love lobsters
'95 Suburban
To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes
Peep, breathin' on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin' niggas tweak
Quick
(Traditional)
Good morning, Mr. Railroad Man
What time do your trains roll by ?
"At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25 minutes 'till 5"
"At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25
to serve
Heard about thugs and hustlas,
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts,
Peep this
poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the court house ? shit whats mine
Two to four three to nine benatoned it what
We all ran coke
peep game, keep your mind on your money
Watch the bitch change
See hoes love thugs and thugs love loot
Hand it over, motherfucker, before I shoot
pimp on
Peep how the Twist' puttin' down the luchie while smokin' a lot of dro
Whatchu know 'bout checkin' yo' paper for a down-ass bottom hoe
Pistols, next to it I piss through.
I speak. Get it clear like last week. Crystals
Keep a vigil. your peeps want me to sleep
Where the fish do, so when I
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game
[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
about as sharp as crease (FlyStitches)
Man on fire like Creasy Bear
Don't buy unless you cant buy three (What you doing?)
Tic Tac Toe with Peep (What
bitten so stop it
Type shit that can't be re-written on copy
By kinko, kodak, fuji films
Kin-folk know that groovy hymns
Spit by him'll put the gospel
and it's all gonna roll your way (I just know it)
Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a living
Barely getting by, it's all taking and no giving
They just
watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this
to catchin' a Wraith
Banana boy, up in my Bape
I'm tryna catch me an eighth
They tryna touch on my safe
I cannot barely can sleep
I gotta lay with my peeps
at you
'cause I'm watching you my baby
Semi-9 and snipered him
On that wall they posted him
They cornered him
And then just murdered him
He told
Oh! My peep's they got a half gallon, smilin'
My talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it down
But now, my day is starting off Coca Cola
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