Lyrics:
baby, here it is
Pimp and show, light, easy but it's all I can give
Let a playa get his freak on 'cause you're bringin' out the freak in me
Hurry up
love
I do you good
I do you good
Just like I should
Just like I should
Get you out of here
You be my boog
Eres un chulo baby
You going to pimp me
Huh
home
I got game for hoes and major dough
'Cause got a chick got in a minute like what da fuck is you pagin fo'
Steady tellin me that you in love
All I hear is too, too
Too too too too too too too too
I got white up in my nostrils
And my green is gassy too
Yeah I love my lil hoe phenny
Cause
(what, what, yeah)
And you should love it, way more than you hate it
Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar
you that same ol' bitch
Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick
She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters
See if we modivators,
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
We pimps from Houston Texas to California for real
My pockets hurtin baby I need some financial love
So get where you supposed to and, do
What
bless
Your soul, cause he'll take the rest
The power of the mind should not be wasted
But the agony of defeat is always tasted
By those who chose
Self-made by the violent delight
That is my illusion
My love
To precise my passion
Strong and barely controllable
For you are the shadow on my mind
Beautiful
In the tint black
With the big back
When I get back
Imma pimp that
Boy that's big fact
Boy that's big fact
I been getting love overseas
Fuck it if I'm
There's no blanket for the truth (I can't see!)
I got a loose end of a lie, this amateur he tried to get by
The size is more greater, and equator more
[Chorus]
So much drama in northern California
'Cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by*
Such a scandalous day but I love the place
That's why I
what's left behind
And what's to come in the same introduction of a king
Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle that by any means
or dead
I move with birds by the flock, instead - D.C
I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots is red
Keep pushin', I don't stop at reds, fuck a red
amazing
The tick of the timer, the slip of the rhymer, the pimp and the riser
Your cross, there you'll find her
Hey, hey
Death is on the tip of her
career's blowing up
Going up, holding up, and your's is (going down)
Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's
Caught by the boys, the judge says your
Butler
You Already know there is no other
Bitch I'm so smooth
You can call me butter
Like pork chops
I can smother
But I can't love ya
If you looking for
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
Homies that's right you, life styles sick man
Know the whole city like the back of my pimp-hand(Haha!)
Raps Paylay
Homie this is L.A.
Sign Of The Cruz
And, by the way, your baby
Mamma sucks some good dick, suge
And on some real shit, cuz
You know what's happenin'
I'm just gonna crip on yeah
(This is
nigga in the passenger seat
Asking you to pass the weed is a low key cop (Yeah)
That's why I do my dirt by my lonely
Out with the wind my enemies don't
Parlons investissement, constructions, lotissements
Avant on tenait les murs, maintenant on peut les racheter
Dans la vie, j'ai plus qu'un but et je me
after dark around two
A.m. and I'm hopin' she ain't got a clue
Skatin' by on the fly this is what I do
Late night and we chillin' by the pool
Still I got
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