Lyrics:
I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P to the I to the M P
No, I'm Southside
Sorry, bitch, you better pay me
Old school white Lac pimpin like Don Juan
When I
[Busta Rhymes]
Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down
(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.]
Everytime I take
all night tryna chase the check
Prolly spent it fast, I need to make it back
M.E.M.P.H.I.S, they could never stop me
Check these lames and pimp this
'Cause I want to be Anarchy, it's the only way to be.
Is this the M.P.L.A.?
Is this the U.D.A.?
Is this the I.R.A.?
I thought it was the U.K., or just
muerto aquí estoy (T.E.M.P.O)
'Ombe, no, no tienen na', qué mamones son
Va a empezar la acción, sientan la tensión (ajá)
Pónganse el cinturón, tome
of the man who point the blame
Still a P-O, P-I,M-P, we be P-A,P-E-R...chase
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm
'cause if they play, we gon' play for keeps
Back to back Royces, me and me
We the champs that they envy (champs)
I'm a cold P-I-M-P (cold)
I got hoes
Let's go somewhere, nowhere we've heard of
Hang the sign out, ?Do not disturb us?
Get a wake up call about three p.m.
That's the kind of mood I'm in
randt på BADDE
og du er handicapet nuuuuu.....
P P P PADDE
mm..mmmm.mmmmm,m
P P P PADDE
ummm.mmm.mmm
PADDE
UMMM....HMMMMM
P PP P PA....DDE
it
Baby I'm a P
I got money in my pocket
I'm a spend big on you
Let me start this from scratch
If I hit you once
Baby don't get attached
Baby I'm
(Woah) Con toda mi gang
No visto caro, solo visto bien
Cargo en la espalda con el 23
M.V.P, llenando to los M.P.3
Rafageando como AK
¿Cómo lo ven?
Ya Saben
livin, livin, just for the city
Ba-bap, ba-bap, ba
Showoff, Showoff, Showoff, Showoff
Statik Selektah
(Uh huh), yeah, M.O.P.
Yeah, Showoff
Yo, who that?
l’ai fessé, je l’ai fessé, du plus fort que j’pouvais
Y’m’reste p’us rien qu’à brûler
Les retailles du plancher
Les retailles du plancher
Y’m
white on dese streets (Whudd!)
Dese ho's out here doin', I'm a P-I-m-p
Nigga TIP is murda case, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case
Cashville tha murda
chora s m jis p pagal ho ree
kali kali gaddi r gaddi m hathyar
Kaka s MLA uski Jeb m sarkar
Raja t km kona s ya mere yar ki story
Wo Haryana ka
cause she had enough (she had enough)
You think you got it locked (you got it locked) but I got the key
Cause I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
[Verse 4:
it
Fuck wit it ill bust niggas dat sucks and bucks wit it
I'm nutz wit it stupid d-you-m-be keep a bitch broke like huey mc
I'm a p-I-m-p straight up
not mistake that for a gang sign
And I'm a P.I.M.P., so you know that I only attract dimes
I'm number eleven on top of the Richter scale
I'm killin'
doin' nothin'
Oh, and your hands on my body (ooh)
In the A.M. Or P.M., you get what needed from me
Sugar, honey, so sweet (oh)
I got that yum-yum, I
Kher goal mera 02 ko map p lana
Hr Cypher m ek verse fek k jana
Neighbour city m bhi jaake respect ko kamana
I'm taken by the game m hu jin kazama
Mere
word (word, hahaha)
As you listen to my cool, smooth melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P
(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make you (jump, jump)
Daddy
said:
"We're for Sandinista, Cuba's militia,
the P L O, M.P.L.A, Afghanistan and Babylon"
They went on and on and on and on.
And I said: "Alright,
word (word, hahaha)
As you listen to my cool, smooth melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P
(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make you (jump, jump)
Daddy
Tráiganse los carroscuros
Salen los carros blindados
Con rumbo desconocido
Por supuesto bien armados
Con cuernos y m-p-5
Al rato hay encobijados
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