Peepin In My Window

I know I'm gon' always be the freestyle king

Ain't nothin' like them Peeping Toms, man

Peepin' in my window, huh

Oh yo, what we gon' do about that? Know'm talkin' 'bout?

Be cool, three shots to your dome

All y'all say, Irie

Peepin' in my window

The month of September

Ridin' foreign car in the winter

I got to do it for the summer time

Because I'm just a pimp in my own grind

I'm livin' the life of crime, I'm movin' a dime, I'm movin' nine

You know I got a grill in my mouth and everyday it shines

I got to buff it, I got to buff it nice

These **** want me 'cause I got the what cheaper price

On the dope

My red beam has a scope

I'm comin' through and takin' a shower with some Carex soap

Got to smell good, I got to have a fragrance

'Cause them hoes love me, them hoes wanna save me

'Cause I'm, just black as a tire

And you know I come through and acquire

Hoes wanna lie, never smoke fry

Got to be a G till the day that I die

Put me in my grave, never been a slave

Headed to the pool bought some drank from Lil Dave

What's up Big Troy? That's my big boy

Ridin' down slab in my candy red toy

Lookin' so good, represent my hood

8100 block of Windemere and Herschelwood

What about Northdale across the tracks

What about the Beanz, hell yeah, they got my back

Bodies gonna shoot, we gon' recruit 'em

Cancel the hate, and we on the three-piece suit

Put' em in a casket, measures got drastic

Got a ounce and it's wrapped in some plastic

Weighing twenty-eight, that's a bunch of weight

I got to set it straight, I got my name on my plate

Keep peepin', never ever sleepin'

Lickin' on the syrup and I gots to keep creepin'

Behind the tint, got to stay bent

Almost lost my house because I forgot to pay my rent

Paid it yesterday, smoked the killer hay

The Lord wasn't gon' bless me if I didn't pray

So I done it again, my skin is my sin

Only thing I knew in life was what tryna win

Come up on the corner, I was a legend

To the game of crack, Lil Keke start pledgin'

Put my hand across my chest and I made a wish

When I get older I'ma eat a shrimp dish

Eat on the boat, ride candy coat

I got to come through garglin' everything with Scope

In my throat

I'm lookin' good, I'm rollin' with that L

I'm hollering at Herschelwood, what's up, big Sal?

All them boys real, riding bumper grill

Northside can't handle if I got loaded steel

Bustin' on a cracker, tryna take me

L-I to the L, K to the E, that's me

Why can't they see, I'm a G?

Riding with the 1 to the 3

And tell me, looking in the mirror

When I come through, on the grain I got to steer

Steer the grain, 'causin' pain

Gallons of 'caine, going insane

Insane in the brain, nice car and piece and chain

I'm lookin' good, I got to make it across

A **** like me, I'm popping trunk, not using no FN cross

I got to use better, candidate done got wetter

Wrote four pages of stick, I had to write a long letter

Make 'em stay paid, houses living laid

I got a big butler and a busted ass maid

Fuckin' me on the cool, breakin' the golden rule

A **** like me, I look on the back door, then jump in the pool

On the board

Afford anything I want

A **** like me is gonna get on the mic, man, 'cause

****, I ain't trippin'

I done got somethin' real for you in the kitchen

Gotta cook, a lotta water whip, be efficient

On my motherfuckin' pots and dishes

Let the hoes fry, I got high

I came down, poured a four, Don't ask me why

I has the maid, bitch, she get paid

Go to my room, bring me my fuckin' shades

Shit's getting sunny, I'm lookin' out my fuckin window

Hoes love me

You gotta stay throwed, oh my ****

Man, we reppin', dawg, know'm sayin'?

Oh we gave it a chance, know'm sayin'?

I'ma do it like this

Give it a chance, make the candy dance

I grab the clothes out the car, the start's in my pants

What about my shirt? I'm puttin' in the work

And everyday on the cut, I gotta hit it where it hurt

Ridin' on the skrrt, I'm hollerin' at the purp

Everyday I gotta grab the syrup and squirt

Inside the two liter, nine millimeter, man

A bitch, I feed her dick on the tongue

Make her get sprung

Big Bay water, got my whole body numb

'Cause I'm smokin' water, make me get smarter

'Member back in the game I had to rock up a quarter

Never smoked the moe, that's for a hoe

A **** who do with that, his brains cells are movin' slow

I'ma smoke the weed, smoke and twist up

I'm ridin' in the truck with Al, he ain't ridin' no bucks

He ridin' on the grain, D to the A

A **** like me hangin' with the H.A.W.K.

What about the rum? What about the weed?

I am Keke, this is Pokey

This is Lil Taw, this is Lil Joe

In the front room, I'm hollerin' at them girls

Them hoes, man, they ain't gon' like that

But you know it now, I got to wet the head

That's the nina, candy keep gleamin'

Dope-fiends be fiendin', **** be dreamin'

Thinkin' they ridin' slab, tellin' all these lies

And you know a **** like me gets poppin' up with surprise

Gun on my thighs, you know I got to realize, chastise

And every time I'm in your face, hoes cry

I open up my mouth and the grill be shinin'

More than likely the truck, open bumper kit reclining

Grill up in the front

Steadily, steadily come

I fell in love my with my chrome-plated woman

That's got me workin' with will

That's Thurman in the front, I'm higher than a hill

Higher than the moon, higher than a heel

When I came through, I didn't pay my bills

Might get evicted, hoes just addicted

Jumpin' inside that pussy, movin' fast, I sticked it

The pussy got stuck, fucked the hoe in the back of the Al's truck

Back in the game when I didn't even know Screw

9th grade G's with a cap with kangaroo

I used to wear the Kangol, never been a hoe

Used to pour, yo, never ever sport a fro

I always sport a fade, beans for the blade

Got my money made from the cradle to the grave

Ounces gettin' weighed, weighin' em to twenty-eight

Comin' through, bosses, sideways on my plate

Scoopin' up papi, hoes wanna drop me

Can't knock me

Our shirts say Versace

Versace shoe, got Versace on socks

Comin' through with Glocks, got the green with the rocks

Rocks on my piece, pants with a crease

Pockets be swelling like the bread with the yeast

Pockets on swell, **** might as well

Wreck those hoes waistes, so papa can feel