Lyrics:
it back to 25 A G
No C, niggas out here know I got the D
P.G. makin' plays, twerkin' off a P
Broke that bitch down, I been hustlin' all week
All week
out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with
runnin' four to the floor
O.G.s in my house me in the clause
Nigga want cheese, nigga want more
Bumpin' all the good shit 'cause all the good shit makes
you
about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I'm bout my money you see,
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
Mętlik
Pokahontaz
ZWAKALA
Ewiva!
I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me
If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no
Yeah
I'm Succa Free 4 real
Bitch I'm a G 4 real
Down Bottom Nation
I'm wit da team
We playing 4 keeps 4 real
Lil' mama a freak 4 real
Her brain like
Yeah
Just like a G, you know?
Trouble, Trouble, what's popping, 5?
B4, let's do it
Yee!
I wake up and go get me some new money
You know I'm
on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred
We don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G
The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then)
Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G
The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then)
Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
runnin' four to the floor
O.G.s in my house me in the clause
Nigga want cheese, nigga want more
Bumpin' all the good shit 'cause all the good shit makes
you
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
Don't are-gue with de Death Row pride
D-P-G gangstas they nah make you try
We got keep every stone you keep
In your life, you betta don't feel
my cash it's cuz I'm known to stack them bands
Use my people money to enhance your own wealth that ain't G
Using funds to build ya self up and that's
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
quick see (Come on, come on)
Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin' me (Still, still, still)
Livin' the good life
Yeah, get up, get down
That's what P Funk say
Get your money man, it's hard out there
It's hard out there, Dogg
What, yeah, huh
Get yours, get
Tru G's
See me and P and see
See expeditions with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't
the backseat strapped with heat
Rollin' through the east side of LBC
On a mission for them
Wannabes and them wanna-G's
Four, or five, or six lil
Skeez die for
up now, on my life you go free
(I ain't got no money left)
Shiro really tried to explain
Dat that money that money that he gave he was the last
K, bring the P-U-M-P
Lay, bring the G-A-G-E
'Cause there's this gang all down the way
We gotta put 'em in check
'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit
I'm
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