Music Video
Pauly-P / Tip Of The Iceberg
Top Songs By PAULY-P
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
PAULY-P
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Philly Bo
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Excessive
Tasteninstrumente
Mr. Postman
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
PAULY-P
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Philly Bo
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Excessive
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Mr. Postman
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Paul Torres
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Edward Sibley
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Phillip Sibley
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Jesse Harrison
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
PAULY-P
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Excessive
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Lyrics
Ha ha
Yeah
Tip of the iceberg
It’s about time for another session
Ima open the door
Just a tip of the iceberg
So playa watch me swerve
Straight into your brain
And all over your nervous system
Spreading this true game
With these lyrics
So watch me twistem
Ima flip the script
Just like I’m flippin a pound of D
Who I be Pauly-P
Remember me a true G
Chilling with the CL click
Better grab your bitch
Shes on my dick
Hittin it harder makin em holler
This beat is known for poppin collars
In the studio
Is where we puttin in most work
Dropping in the cold shit
Make you full shit you know it hurts
Cuz we be doin it on the daily
You can call me crazy
But these haters will never faze me
All they do is praise me
A young G
Comin out of Sonoma county
Representing the 707
Tip of the iceberg keepin it cloudy
Yeah
This is how we do it
Northern cali tip of the iceberg
We got Pauly-P, Excessive, Postman,
And Young Phe-Z
Keeping it cloudy in 99
Just a
Tip of the iceberg
Man my **** swerve
Don’t be intimidated by the
Things that you heard
It’s automatic so act up bitch
You catch static
We almost there now
And there ain’t no looking back kid
Tip of the Iceberg
Man my **** swerve
Don’t be intimidated by the
Things that you heard
It’s automatic so act up bitch
You catch static
We almost there now
So there ain’t no looking back kid
Some Homies came
Some Homies went
Some locked up
Some shot to death
And it’s a tragedy
When young folks lose there lives
Over petty type crimes
Where that bitch to life
But that’s the game homie
You gots to learn for yourself
Don’t let nobody tell you what to do
Let your mind be felt
Now let the cards be dealt
Cuz it’s not what you got
It’s what you do with it
Never waste your God, giving skills
Get a grip and move on it
Cuz if you snooze on it
You might not get to live
Life the way you wanted
Put your foot in the game
Until you got it don’t stop it
Until you got excessive grip
Cuz life ain’t shit
With empty broke pockets
Take it from this ill mulatto
I had to clock it
Came from the bottom of the bucket
No father, so growing pains
Was constant nobody to guide me
Through this life
My best friend was chronic
Smokin weed drinkin till I passed out
All my homies then oh lord
Tell me what’s this life about
Cuz I don’t know
At the tip of the iceberg
When it’s so cold bitches fold
But I stay on my toes
Leaving the microphone froze
Like Han Solo in carbonite
Trying not to do wrong
In a world that just ain’t right
Just a
Tip of the iceberg
Man my **** swerve
Don’t be intimidated by the
Things that you heard
It’s automatic so act up bitch
You catch static
We almost there now
And there ain’t no looking back kid
Tip of the Iceberg
Man my **** swerve
Don’t be intimidated by the
Things that you heard
It’s automatic so act up bitch
You catch static
We almost there now
So there ain’t no looking back kid
Tip of the iceberg
Man my **** swerve
Don’t be intimidated by the
Things that you heard
It’s automatic so act up bitch
You catch static
We almost there now
And there ain’t no looking back kid
Tip of the Iceberg
Man my **** swerve
Don’t be intimidated by the
Things that you heard
It’s automatic so act up bitch
You catch static
We almost there now
So there ain’t no looking back kid
****
Fuck what you heard
My my verbals, be poisoned words
Invading your system
Like HIV when I hit em
Slippin through your area
Making suckas bow down now
When I ride it be a total hysteria
Robbin your ego
Be nothing but free flow
Rocking the microphone
Like I be out of control
Hold on
It’s a wild ride through the unpredicted
When ****‘s get tossed up
And bitches get lifted, this is
The tip of the iceberg it’s a cold world
Rockin on streets with straight jackets
And Jerry curls fasho
We stay lifted off the fucking bud
An OG told me once there ain’t no
Way like homie love
Catch slugs for fucking with
My peeps and me
Stay cool, calm and collect and then blow up like a fuckin bomb it’s on
Most of the real **** gon be stayin
And ain’t nobody ever cared
So **** fuck what ya sayin
We break in on through
Me and my mother fuckin crew
Doing flips around you suckers
Like we know jiu-jitsu you fool
You know you can’t
Fuck with these rappers
On the microphone
We make **** die
Like the got cancer
Just a
Tip of the iceberg
Man my **** swerve
Don’t be intimidated by the
Things that you heard
It’s automatic so act up bitch
You catch static
We almost there now
And there ain’t no looking back kid
Tip of the Iceberg
Man my **** swerve
Don’t be intimidated by the
Things that you heard
It’s automatic so act up bitch
You catch static
We almost there now
So there ain’t no looking back kid
Tip of the mother fuckin iceberg
The last days you heard
My click gon be heard
If it involves fool gettin hurt
I seen the worst
And I done seen the best
I done fought with my Homies
Over some shit that wasn’t worth losing a friend but to the end
We gonna ride on motherfuckers
Together as a click again
Busting on motherfuckers
No one can touch us
Cuz when the rough turn roughest
Ain’t no Way we bluffin
And you can’t predict
How stuff in your city
There’s nothing to what we got
Rushing motherfuckers spot
Running in hot from cops
When will all the drama stop
Probably never the way I see it
Chances slimmer than the effect
Tryin to get passed us
And we’re the deepest
Motherfucker, peep this “ peep this “
And stay the fuck about my business
Cuz it’s mine and you don’t need it
Jesus, please come and free us
From our adversaries
They want to see us bleedin
But I ain’t going nowhere and I mean it
With too many reasons
For a player to ball
One too many schemes
To make these other little bitches fall
Fuck them all to the tip of the ice
Authority figures in the law
Motherfucker, all night
Wrong from right wasn’t
Included with the purchase of my life
It didn’t come with the struggle
So my focus is to get high
Play live your life
It’s only once
Tip of the ice fool
Watch out now
Just a
Tip of the iceberg
Man my **** swerve
Don’t be intimidated by the
Things that you heard
It’s automatic so act up bitch
You catch static
We almost there now
And there ain’t no looking back kid
Tip of the Iceberg
Man my **** swerve
Don’t be intimidated by the
Things that you heard
It’s automatic so act up bitch
You catch static
We almost there now
And there ain’t no looking back kid
Written by: Edward Sibley, Excessive, Jesse Harrison, Mr. Postman, PAULY-P, Paul Torres, Phillip Sibley, Philly Bo
