Lyrics:
about these hoes homey
Ya need to pump your breaks and drive slow homey
What It do
I'm posted up in the parking lot my trunk wavin'
The candy gloss
Finna let it loose got the juice still no cap
Breaking all the rules, act a fool in the lab
Hating on the crew when i pull up in a LAC
They ain't
soldiers most definitely
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
Pour some on the ground
to the street top
I stay heated in case a
Bitch nigga wanna get greeted
By the South Klique with
AK's creepin my city
Ain't no need for no conversation
Why you
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
up!)
You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)
[Lac]
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They
what it's hitting for? Shawty
What it's hitting for?
Baby, I'll give you what you need
You don't need to learn your alphabet
To know that I'm a G
Cause
right, while I'm bendin' curves in his 'Lac right
What was he thinkin' in thinkin'
He must be out his mind
Gotta be prankin' and stankin'
Crooked
know what it is, I'm all the way in it
Only way up out it, a nigga gotta get it
Nigga, you ain't made one sale
They know I'm grindin', Menace ridin' like
bunch
Everybody want to talk cause I'm rappin'
They askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson
I can't sleep they takin'
Yo' lookin ass
Yeah
Open my mind, look, tell me what you see
Hurt, pain, that I gained from the streets
It's a dirty game, but it won't change me
Keep on hustlin'
Can't stop gotta claim what's mine
If I lose my grip on the game
No more bud, no more cash, no more dames
Keep on hustlin'
never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie
What it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk
To the back of the 'Lac now
All around the world, no matter where you at now
I can't wait to give you what you want
Girl, you know you bad
Like the mic's
to carry big things, if you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That
soldiers most definitely
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
Pour some on the ground
as the rain
Yeah
The song is by some groovy cats
If you can dig
The cats, you can dig the song
Yeah, I can really dig how these cats get down with
wanna see
The things that I see
But you look beyond my faults
And saw my needs
And doubting you
Is no way to repay you
I gotta get my faith up
And lay up
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way
4 flats
On the lac I rode that
I can't cut em no slack
I'm grinding but you know that
I gotta bring that gold back
& I need the whole bag
Look I
coming here by himself
He need no team
Riding in that lac
Panoramic roof
Photo
I just rock the stage to get some money
I need mo tho
I been having motion
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