Lyrics:
I ain't really tryna hit a lick
Dawg
I'll be in the backseat
Give the whip fog
Olde English
When I used to get pissed off
Now it's water
For
I pop out with intent to fuck this shit up
I need some women for me and my dawgs (dawg, dawg)
I won't mistreat 'em I'm loving these girls
Fell in
to vote by saying the
Lesser of two evils is still a choice
Well maybe or maybe not
Niggas rhyming like they got 80 Glocks
You home watching I Love the 80's
and shrimp, nigga
Niggas mad that a young nigga out here
Tryna do his thang, mayne, young pimp, mayne
Young player out here in these streets, mayne
Tryna
would do
I'm like dawg, check ya balls, mad 'cause I receive applause
Men in my life was against the law
Startin' fights in public just so you could
and my squad just too thick
Take a seat can’t stand me
Take your here for my family
Met some hoes on the West Coast
When we was up in Miami
Pimp game
dawg
Stop pissing me dawg
Week in, week out, watching me blow out
I don't like fake friends, you gon be on time out
I do my own shit, shut the fuck up
know she a cougar, Im not no simp
My b***h gon' look up to me like the ruler Bama put em up like a blimp
That was my dawg, I miss pimp
Diamonds,
murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be 's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
fuckin' with me dawg (C'mon, now!)
Underestimate, run up on, it's on now
Have you niggas plottin' revenge and puttin' songs out
Demise by design (Ah),
on snapping like good poems
When I shoot my shot I got good form
I'm not doing drive-bys I look for em
Plenty fish on my rod that got hook on
I don't follow
Way too cold for these niggas don't like me
Checks on my feet like I'm sponsored by Nike
All said I'm flodging until they seen me ballin
Pull up in
complain cause Mike is hot
I'm hopin out for the baller block
Pimpin hoes in the parking lot
Flippin (??) with no halter top
They say Mike Jones fell off
money ain't the topic, homie, I ain't even talkin'
Hated on by the workers but I'm cool with all the bosses
Catch me flossin' at the mall, talkin
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
I'm comin thru, want you bout to show you why
I got the game from the pimps and players
You goin feel me, baby when I get there
I'm a give you what
I'm comin thru, want you bout to show you why
I got the game from the pimps and players
You goin feel me, baby when I get there
I'm a give you what
to school
Talkin' bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin like your name is water
But I'm ten
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
You see the swave is an undeniable force
You see I wanna talk swave
But don't know swave talkin'
Now I go by the name of Slim Juice
Keepin' it pimp
(Dready)
Yo, party ah keep
Buck about ten, by twelve we a reach
Everybody wan' drink, nobody wan' drive
So we pull up in a Uber or Haddison Lee
to get by, she get the baller, the athlete
the model, the actor, director, the agent, producer, the rapper
and other niggaz like you that keep her die for
I'm done with that
I been on my grind ever since
It's like every other day that I repent
All the baddies know me by my government
All the ballers
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