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pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound 
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
from The End 
I'll watch that body explode 
If they retaliate I blast 
I think about you won't find them bloody clothes 
Kill 'em though 
Don't you
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound 
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
A troubled man stalked by criminals 
Creeping through the city 
I step on the block to chat with 
Thugs from all the drugs for fat cat 
Stepping off
why the fuck we talking about it?
Still riding in the Chevy toting three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit

This is for the gangsters, for the pimps
Lac Dogs
What you think that Nappy gon' be broke forever? Shit naw
Hit the bank and cashin in on old investments
What, you ain't know about them
Lac Dogs
What you think that Nappy gon' be broke forever? Shit naw
Hit the bank and cashin in on old investments
What, you ain't know about them
underrated of my generation
Behind them crooked smiles niggas neglect to embrace me
Respect is in order now
My liquor is more to y'all
You throwing them
girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into them red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck
do cheap tricks to get chicks 
I just stand by my word (word) full attention 
And still get attention 
And still it should be noted 
They all
I can hold a beer buzz
All I wanna do is show love to my boys
Rocking Marzio big trucks, pimps kiss
Waking up before the sun rise [?]
You got them
'dro and henne' ?
All brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
I got qp's and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask 'cris, I'm
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content
Then about where your time spent
Mess
Da Whip

-Andre Nickatina
Sittin on leather that's all
Better than the cow that it came from
I like to go fast I like to blow hash
You like a women
wet it was wild, 
Then I dug these two twins thick wit Hennessey one was Remy Red, 
Wit skinny legs, 
Both of them game to give me head, 
Wit
wet it was wild, 
Then I dug these two twins thick wit Hennessey one was Remy Red, 
Wit skinny legs, 
Both of them game to give me head, 
Wit
turn them into stiggidies
With shorties off in riggidies
So if you ain't from here or wit my guys
Don't even roll through playa 'cause all the traffic
I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was makin' snaps

As I precede to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp
driveway

[Chorus]
Do you think they can take me, you gon need a whole army to fuckin take me
Fuck all y'all Switch

[Verse Two]
verse two
talk about another
[Chalie Boy]
I'm from the city, where the skinny niggaz die
So I stay swoll maintain my weight, and drop haters that pass by
I'ma ride, till
exactly
I'll pimp prophets so profounding labels don't like contract me
I'm one of a kind; they gotta find a satellite to contact me
Let us bow, I thank
step, mobbed by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress
Crawled under rocks, ducking y’all, it’s respect
But then tomorrow, put my back against
to hump, won't be no punk
Roll your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll
exactly
I'll pimp prophets so profounding labels don't like contract me
I'm one of a kind; they gotta find a satellite to contact me
Let us bow, I thank
gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
while my vogues burn, up and down the street