Lyrics:
a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day,
Attempted murder, I didn't mean to hurt her
I hadn't ate in two years, I just wanted a cheeseburger
A bulletproof vest won't protect your chest
A whole
Fallin' to the floor from the ceilin'
But to them it's just a onomatopoeia
I keep a crew smaller than a crew cab
Back then we woulda fit all us
Now I'm by
goin' on folks brought you a brawl
It all started in ya home
Check the background
St louis clown from the U Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' (uh-huh)
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her
crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' (uh-huh)
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her
ended with two
That's when we introduced the world to the you
To the G to the K, Underground Kings, DJ Byrd
Pimp see and Bun be we kept it G, say word
you got 10 mill
I shine so bright I blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
Southside
Chevy thang
24s 1 2
Southside
Thru the city
One time for the city
AMD
DMF
Pulling up on 24s that chevy coated in wax
Riding round wit
be like me, He'll never be like me
Cause I'm a P-IM-P
I got 1 Up on you, So bitch fuck your crew
I got the flower power, Fire ball
Bust you in two
I
bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with
the night
Gave us new style, but some just became too foul
Now it's two-thou', year two-thou'
So I toast to the live that know they broke
Cookin' bag they
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
a collar to ya
Church
Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps
You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla
Pimps that take
ain't nobody gonna listen to you
(Why) Cause you do whatever to please the crew
It's easy to - Kiss ass for your wealth, Or get cash for yourself
supplyin' me
Cormega represent a live nigga dynasty
9's and Tek's, my hollow heads outlined your vest
My only fear is twenty five years of death
One
the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe
I'm a player, you can tell by how
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
Round 2
Happening after World War 2
Even the mob
The mob didn't have no control ya know what im sayin
Over this pimpin
Where it was found to be
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
zen-zen
Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break
Then zen-zen-zen-zen-zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Zen
get sent up for a eight year bid
Now you use and abuse and serve like hell
til one day you are found face down upon the ground
two shots to the dome, we
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