Lyrics:
Flash Yvette in the sket pimp
Jazz Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Ring, on my finger
Give you fuckers a fresh dent
Gloved up, you fucked up
Looking for
And I hate what I see when I look in mirrors.
Duct tape shoes, cardboard necklace check.
Yelling at myself cause my minds a wreck.
I’ll be back to normal
your pussy with my gold teeth
I was rolling, I hit her and said I think I love her
By the time she hit me back I had a different number (What? Wait!)
Carnisata nappin on the grill(grill)
So now we eat
The cops cruise by looking for the boos
But what Ruben had was plainly simply apple juice
Coming up short
said you be sweating every freak in sight
yeah i know, one day you gon marry me
yeah i know, you want to have your seed
yeah i know, don't worry, 'cause
somethin
Say somethin like that!
Arms all tatted, full sleeves like that!
Girls see me and they be like
Who the fuck is that?!
Don't hate, don't hate!
Catch
a can of Pringles.
Haters pouring salt rather see me walk.
Heard I bought a Cadi, got it from the auction.
Heard I’m getting money. Bitches get
impatient
The laws are manufactured by
One religious denomination
Its fate that I spit
Sick psychotic analogies
This is a world where niggas pimp
The children
that be makin me laugh
Yo bitch a pain in my ass
Pimp that hoe out'n take her cash
This life is up for the grabs
On the dirt road in the
Back eating blue
it's always false
Austin, yeah, that's where I started out
I'm the Prince of Texas, but I'll be King of the South
Be the next Slim Thug or Pimp C
[Playa Hamm]
The P, a playa, a pimp, so add some paper
All combined to give these others the vapors
Now I'm a try and refrain from getting deep
más de O.D.B
Ey yo sorry queen
Smoking O.C.B
All days brown and green
Still hustlin' for my dream
Hustlin' for my dream queen
Hustlin' for my dream
Gibeau in post-war France!
A hooker with a heart of black charcoal
I write poems to burn by firelight
Drink champagne and guzzle gin
Good girls call
But wait, there's seems to be some funk on the scene
I got visions, extra periphreal, the see-1's all off and tell 'em
"Time waits for no man!"
You
Ah, back in traffic, feelin like the last pimp
Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp
I dropped that my old crib just to see it's all good
The little
The big homie Way bet a G, a whole ounce
He said it wasn't hot
I made him watch the back-bounce
Ah, back in traffic
Feelin like the last pimp
Hit
it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull
the ground.
Since these murders occur every single day, so put the gun away because I want
To live to see another day. A happy day. Where there's peace
a track star so why act hard
You know we packin when its time for some action
These niggas never see me like revy jackson
We be taxin they ass like IRS,
took
We be hurtin'
Puttin' in work
Like a bg can't see me like a right hook
To the brain too much game for you to match about my scratch bitch
to the beef
Fuck mic fights, we can get it on in the streets
It's calm and usually peace, beyond the Cuban Linx
I see wild times, of sound mind, be cautious who
Splish splash
Double bubble bath
Riff raff
Double C's on the dash
Big bands
Got the P's and the cash
New dance
Baby, lead me by the hand
the toppa
Now 5 years later
We the illest pimp
Poppin' hiphoppaz
Back to the topic
One day I dropped
It slipped my tongue
Twisted vocabulary
Got all of my
line, perpetually
Pep talks with Pimp C in dreams
Lent lint, loose leaf cream
Yamships, hemp and a handful of seeds
Spamming control-V
No goalie, no
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