Lyrics:
That's why the pedal to the floor
And the bitch don't drive until i get it to start
OG baby i got the gas by the OZ baby
I know the bands like I'm rode
me as I roll
Like a pimp cat with a pimp stroll
Limp like a cat with the pistol
Bitch, I got facts and it hit souls
My drip is in tact like a crystal
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
you
Let em hate all they want girl you rollin with a G.
Maybe later on pimp a movie or something
Cause I know you'll be loving me eventually
She's
think I'm lying or something
I'm at the mall with your hoe, and she buying me something
I'm a young pimp, with a whole lot of cash
And why'all haters,
the form of a rap start, drug dealers, and pimps
I'm back home
Back home I try my best to keep it together it's cold
Like the Windy City streets
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
on
I never let her go, girl that I'd wait for
I seal my deal like Jay does
All that and then some
Pimp real for real when I win some
I remember what
night, ya dig, every night
Right now, we would like to bring something very special for you
Check it out
[Nate Dogg]
Oooooooooooooooh
I like them
shrimps
Dikembe Mutombo, blockin' all attempts
Niggaz ain't pimps
Tuggin' elbows, when you walk by
Compliment you on your toes
Heard all the cons now
something
Quiet homers live by the star code
Make you slide across the floor
Like you was a barcode
Wiggle that jiggle pack
To the back, in the back
I was gonna call it "Another Motherfucker" but, it ain't really a poem
I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to
Other than that,
thinking
Tell me why or what do you believe in
Is it money?
Now, is it power?
Pimp I pimp I pimp hour by hour
[Verse Three]
My people built this
I spit, every verb I flip awesome
I raise the margin and Pimp C
Would probably be proud of me
Cuz I been banging dames since
Wayne was saying "wobbldy
Even though I never rocked the stage on Summer Jam
I'm in the lab makin tracks 70 grand
that get heard by crazy fans like Stan (hey man)
Who like my
though
And next time we in some shit nigga, you will know
See I'm pushed to the point that I put something down
And I stand over your head, like look
or the Bonneville
Niggas wanna hurt me, absurd G i know it
Betta believe I tote something for it
And I got a slogan like Nike
But it goes like this, just know it
gank that's life though
Whodie just like I thought -
Bitch was straight hatin' dog
Me I was 'bout having war
I was impatient ya'll
I stopped going by my
dealing with you like a criminal
Verse 2: Po3
I feel it... extremist groups are something we should deal with
But I wonder what the cost of being real is?
lookin dark, and I don't think it's gettin brighter
Forever Eightball, Pimp-Caso, Poetry writer...
MJG: It's hard to be, something that you
to what you believe
That shit ain't humbling me
Cause I done heard it so many times
It sound like mumble to me
But I could tell you something
That's
paralell
If music be the food of love, play on playa,
We know what we are, but not without this cruel guitar
CHORUS:
By slappin' of my thumbs,
something
by this man on a mission
After just two rounds it’s clear you’re defeated he read ya like a Book
Cooked ya now your style’s depleted
So be your own
And we all took a vow, no squares in the loops
Now we lookin at each other, sittin in a court room
I'm laughin, cause its lookin like a cartoon
Never
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