Lyrics:
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you wanna be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology: a pimp's
Lyrically equipped to flip a party in a ditch
Live by a code that the youngings don't know
Where a man is a man and we still don't snitch
Spent hours in
know me, man
It's time you know
I been flowing insane since before Black Reign
If it sound mundane then it can't be Sho
Made a album with my wife
We was
her to Canal Walk for that max relaxation
Man how I wish every day was a vacation
We living, smoking, chilling, we young, we're driven
By money
It's all gone mad
Us man are on lockdown
No money and that
I'm after the cash
This year was meant to be mine
Forget all that
Re-evaluate life
Take
I'm down with
'Til I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how
made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishing he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
a meeting getting my ass kissed (no homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My
of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause, man
I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart
For takin? the time to ride with me, nigga
1]
[Chorus 2]
[Yung Joc:]
Hahahahahaha
If you made it to this portion of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause man
I wanna say thank
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure
the music industry man.
Ludacris and field mob,
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.
can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
the past
When people said what they meant
And lived life fast
There was a young man who was misled
By another motherfucker, this is what he said
Once upon
we'r about to drop
Hope u ready for change
Started with thr president now it's me
I'll be all around the globe
And I'll prove that by the album's sold
these unworthy children in here
Talking shit about me, yeah I really wanna fight a man
Treat me like Peter Parker, well lemme bring in Spider-Man
Swing
Larson my dear
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals
Livin by the medical like i don't
witcha imma ether you niggaz
We can go album for album to see who the illest
I got rhymes by the thousands but need the money wit it
Put my flag
(Pyro-Pyroclastiq)
This is just me
I don't got no time to waste
I've been thinking bout shit
Man it can't be getting worse
Now this is just me
I'm
on the otto-min
Go from wearing band tees to motherfucking otter skin
I don't know man I'm just trying let go man
Walking in the club like first of all fuck
Or be inspired
So lemme say this in case you tired
I'll be the greatest by the time I've died
Bitch I'll have a reign that conquers time
My next albums
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