Lyrics:
I got my nigga Kokane and Snoop
And Hi-Tek to make it gangster for you
It's gangsta
A-B-C-D-E-F
Take a look around it's only me left
W-E-S-T S-I-D-E spend it to get dizzy
D-O double G is he
Willin' to fulfillin' while I'm chillin'
Crip appealin' with my nigga J Dillin', illin'
Still in the motherfuckin' place to be
I show you motherfuckers how a gangster G
Underwater boogie with my homegirl Cookie
Shoutout to the hardest Crip ever, Big Tookie
Rules and regulations choose my innovation
Cruise my levitation
Smooths my reputation
Will bankin', no prankster
For 21 years been known to keep it gangster
One nation up under the groove
I met Obama in some Snoop Dogg house shoes
Cuh
It's gangsta
I've never been no prankster
I've always kept it gangster
Killas, real niggas, they feel us
It's Snoop Dogg, Kokane, and J Dilla
It's gangsta
A motherfucker from the West Coast
L.A. South Central fool
Where the Crips and the Bloods play
When I wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the morning
That was the real shit
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
When I wrote about parties
Someone always died
When I tried to write happy
Yo I knew I lied, 'cause I lived a life of crime
Why play ya blind?
Hand on the cross and swore that
I do it big as Rasputia for them shooters
Kama Sutra scream fuck your position and make you hold that
I'm trying to stay grounded like four flats
But I know flats and Piru Crip tats
Will swarm on me like a beehive
Hop in the G ride
From the West to the East side
Know that's just how Compton roll
And that's a given
I pass the blunt then pass the torch of course that's my decision
I crash the Porsche then you report that you see me in Benzes
I must report that we import the narcotics you bought it
Then talked about it when crack hit the speakers, the music business
I blow up every time we throw up a record
Depending on what you expecting, I'm sure it's bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
So tell that gangster throw his set high
Roll it up in a blunt, I'ma take you on the next high
I did exactly what I wanted that's what made them checks fly
In my direction, you never questioned when I said I
Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-Eye
Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon' test drive
A Lambo' in heaven but for now I'm on the redeye
Flying back to my city 'cause I'll forever standby
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
Now we can all celebrate
We can all harvest the rap artists of NWA
America target our rap market, it's controversy and hate
Harsh realities we in made our music translate
To the Coke dealers, the hood rich, and the broke niggas that play
With them gorillas that know killers that know where you stay
Roll that Kush, crack that case, ten bottles of Rosé
This was brought to you by Dre
Now every motherfucker in here say
"Look who's responsible for taking Compton international"
I make 'em holla
Ayo Just Blaze, good looking homie
Just Blaze
(Ain't no city quite like mine, yeah)
(In the city of Compton)
(Ain't no city quite like mine, yeah)
Mom, I finna use the van real quick!
Mobbin, straight billin through the eastside
Never had a site to rhyme, but I'm still mobbin
Goldie Loc-
Dope dealers, to the fullest
I keep my glock, stuffed with rocks, so watch out for the bullets
Eastside, young nigga sportin them chucks
Never givin a fuck, so watch out for the come up
Them eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest
Ride wit my niggas fool we gon die for this
No need to be a punk just dump when I say so
Empty the clip another block let's go
I don't give a fuck about some posted what
So see slide me the mac so I can rip shit up
We ain't finished with this mission so listen to what's crackin
We ain't rollin wit you niggas that's scared to do the jackin
The plan don't stop nigga, fuck the cops
If a nigga snitch he the first nigga to drop
That's all my game, we ride like macked up trucks
You know them niggas on the eastside be givin it up
Just blast for me, and I'ma blast for you
When I'm in jail, get cash, and I'ma mash for you
That's on the real homeboy don't let me down
I clown homeboy and I bang the pound
(Chorus) x2
Tray Deee-
We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us, is we ridaz
And when we come through real niggas stand beside us
Killers, cutthroats, and knivers
Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors
Tray Deee-
I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days
Nappy ass french braids and it ain't no thang
Hang with motherfuckers wanted for all types of crimes
Plus them little bitty niggas on they bikes wit nines
On the grind no I rhyme nigga times is hard
Got jugs of water buried all across my yard
One time on my line tryin ta find a cause
Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under my balls
Guns cocked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down
But I done made it too far to stop now
Results of a banger, to most I'ma danger
No hope for those who come to close to the chamber
Bitches lovin I'ma gangster so fuck it
No matta if I hafta I get at em in a bucket
Tuckin in my shirt and all that shit don't work
First look, say I'ma crook that did dirt for the turf
High talk, high walk, when I stalk the street
Gurantee who try to see me come across the feet
It's a eastside lifestyle, wild and foul
Goin out, puttin it down sayin fuck the trial
Aim is to be famous wit major loot
A gang of juice, in case I gots to bring the troops
And everybody know the eastside the craziest
So motherfuckers know it ain't no fadin this
(Chorus) x2
Uh yeah
Kendrick Lamar uh
Yeah I can reconcile being depressed real bad
I'm a thinker not a drinker
But still I Hennessey drag
Alcohol numbs the pain like
Where Novocaine stabs in your arteries
Pardon me but my city go mad
Via Compton California
Corners with coroners and karma on em
Colours corresponding to gangs upon us
Common corrupted Crips and Pirus
Cripple the city triple the crime
Bible nor the Quran can save
Welcome, don't be afraid
Your city similar right?
Yeah
These niggas out here slimey so I gotta be grimey
Okay
I love you
I love you
Aight
Fo' red bitches fuckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
Red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip, ayy
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip, ayy
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Youknowmsayin?
It's basically goin down
Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods
Van Ness Boys
Hoovers
Rollin 60s
83's
Bounty Hunters
Yeah
And the Jungle
This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts
You know what I'm sayin?
AK-47 now nigga, stop that
Cement shoes, now I'm on the move
You're family's crying, now you on the news
They can't find you and now they miss you
Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you
Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you
Then dance to this motherfucking music we Crip to
Subscribe nigga, get yo' issue
Baby, come close, let me see how you get loose
When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at you
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
And if a nigga get a attitude
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
I got the Rollie on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon
And I roll the best weed 'cause I got it going on
Snoop
Snoop
He wanna be from the hood that he's from and that's one
More gangster under the family tree, took em under his wings like KFC
Crip crazy, rocking matching t-shirts that says "the hood made me"
No love just spread slugs thats the policy, the leader and the prodigy
Now shorty do-wap, holdin a ou-wap, hanging with rah rah's with blah blah's
That sit on the block catching fades, hitting licks, going on missions with lunatics
A 9th grade menace thugging for 6 months, smoking like 6 blunts
An hour the power of banging, he was walking
Little Johnny
Have you ever ever ever been depressed so bad
It was a struggle every day not to regret your past
Feeling cursed like you never ever get your swag
And you was speeding down the highway when your threshold pass
When you cried all your tears out
And one page of your diary can tell you what your year 'bout
That's a lonely place
My mama said "Son, why such a lonely face?"
(whatever you need)
I need a good drip, throw the crip
Plus fire ass shit (yeah, yeah)
A good weed that will make me choke
(all the time)
Hey Mr weedman (you can call me that baby)
I got that green
I got that orange, the purple, the kush
The trainwreck Ak-47
Obama, whatever you need, I'm talkin' 'bout
That kushington, yeah nigga
I'm the weedman, Snoop Dogg
Good looking out Santana
AK-47 now nigga, stop that
Cement shoes, now I'm on the move
You're family's crying, now you on the news
They can't find you and now they miss you
Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you
Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you
Then dance to this motherfucking music we Crip to
Subscribe nigga, get yo' issue
Baby, come close, let me see how you get loose
When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at you
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
And if a nigga get a attitude
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
I got the Rollie on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon
And I roll the best weed 'cause I got it going on
Snoop
Snoop
Make the Westcoast rise forever, esse's be's and see's represent your letter,
Got Game the go getter, Xzibit the rhyme spitter, Snoop Dogg the boss,
We gangster at all costs, ya'll niggas is so soft and pussies so fuck off,
For one of my niggas draw that hammer and dump off,
This kush you gon' cough, (Cough, Cough)
Yeah inhale the smoke, Bandana hang,
Bang the coast my nigga.
Aye Snoop you ready
Aye Doc I been ready
Whoo, ah, yeah
Whoo, ah, yeah
Thank you for letting me be myself again
Ay high, please excuse me while I kiss the sky
Thank you for letting me be myself again
Ay high, please excuse me while I kiss the sky
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
Times are changing, young niggas is dangerous
Rich and shameless, do anything to be famous
If you talking 'bout this crippin', then you speaking my language
This how you feel waking up with the world up under you
I'm rolling blunts, fucked up, it's so comfortable
I'm revving up my revenue, I'm unavailable
Somewhere in Malibu, somehow I made it off the avenue
Once upon a time the Dogg, went through it all withdrawals
And breaking off the streets under my paws
In the field, ducking sales, close calls
We big whales got fish scales, that's snow fall (hold up)
Shit, I'd like to thank me
And if we talking 'bout the West, nigga, thank me
Walk of Fame made a name, better thank me
Ain't nothing new, this is what I'm born to do
I just wanna say
Thank you for letting me be myself again
Ay high, please excuse me while I kiss the sky
Thank you for letting me be myself again
Ay high, please excuse me while I kiss the sky
Now you go fuck around and find out (find out)
I think you niggas need to take a time out (time out)
Might have to leave a-dose of me on the upholstery
High level potency, better than dopamine, yeah
You fucking with a winner winner (winner)
Shit, it's been a minute since we went up (nigga, we been up)
Now with six billion ways to get it, choose one
Snoop Dogg, look how I did it, hell of a run
Income, tick-tick-bomb, remain calm, dropping napalm
I'm in here with both guns
How I made mine, click-click-boom, it's showtime
Nigga, these days I'm throwing money like gang signs (crip)
Look, now I ain't felt this gangster in a minute (in a minute)
All on your television, cleaning up my image (cleaning up my image)
When shit get heavy, you know a nigga push the limits
Locking up on every corner, I'm just here and wanna
Thank you for letting me be myself again
Ay high, please excuse me while I kiss the sky
Thank you for letting me be myself again
Ay high, please excuse me while I kiss the sky
Bebé tú no me vas a olvidar
To' estos cabrones me quieren matar, pero tú me brincas encima de este bicho
Y yo te devoro como un animal
Yo sé que me quieren matar
Pero después que yo tenga dinero pa' comprar pistolas y rifles
Con balas yo voy a guerrear
En mi casa vivimo' en guerra, rifles militares
No hay horario porque ninguno de los míos resbalan
Aquí to' el mundo se muere, nadie resucita
Cabrones quieren matarte, pa' verte en una camisa
Yo me compré un 4-7 (real G for life)
Yo me compré un 4-7 (oh oh oh)
Yo me compré un 4-7, toa' las glocks son fuletes
Yo me compré un 4-7, yo me compré un 4-7
Yo me compré un 4-7 y tengo un Honda sin marbete
Color vino, pa' hacerle los mandados a la muerte
Ando tranquilo porque soy guerrero
Yo soy ligero y voy a estrujarte si no sacaste primero
Y cuando tires va a morirse el que no se agache
De sangre correrán los baches
Dicen en janguear que te fuiste de scratcher, llegamos nosotros
Esto es pa' hombres, por eso salen con el pelo roto
Soy agua ardiente, corriente
Que te conecta con un 4-7 cuando manda, cuando zumba y cuando entra
Te dejan por dentro, yo, con la epiléptica
Te suenan con los palos y te rematan con la plástica
En mi casa vivimo' en guerra, rifles militares
No hay horario porque ninguno de los míos resbalan
Aquí to' el mundo se muere, nadie resucita
Cabrones quieren matarte, pa' verte en una camisa
Yo me compré un 4-7
Yo me compré un 4-7
Yo me compré un 4-7, toa' las glocks son fuletes
Yo me compré un 4-7, yo me compré un 4-7
Yo a veces siento que la muerte está persiguiéndome pero yo no voy a correr
Las cortas, los palos, los peines, yo me compré cuatro tambores ayer
Ustedes todos me traicionaron como a Eva la traiciono lucifer
Y yo nunca voy a cambiar la lealtad de un hermano por una mujer
Vivo voy a comer, y con el R fullete te vamos a coser
Las balas van a llover, pero yo tengo que ver a mis hijos crecer
Yo no me voy a esconder, si yo no soy intocable pues traten a ver
El AK te va a morder, los muertos te están esperando, tú te vas a caer
Yo nunca me asusté, ellos me fantasmeron y se los acosté
Les mandé y me bajé, y el palo en el pecho yo se lo esperé
Lo resucité y le prendí mi fullete y volví y lo maté
La vida se la quité, y tirao' como un zombie yo lo vi caer
En mi casa vivimo' en guerra, rifles militares
No hay horario porque ninguno de los míos resbalan
Aquí to' el mundo se muere, nadie resucita
Cabrones quieren matarte, pa' verte en una camisa
Yo me compré un 4-7
Yo me compré un 4-7
Yo me compré un 4-7, toa' las glocks son fuletes
Yo me compré un 4-7, yo me compré un 4-7
Bebé tú no me vas a olvidar
To' estos cabrones me quieren matar, pero tú me brincas encima de este bicho
Y yo te devoro como un animal
Yo sé que me quieren matar
Pero después que yo tenga dinero pa' comprar pistolas y rifles
Con balas yo voy a guerrear
Yo me compré un 4-7
Yo me compré un 4-7
Toa' las glocks son fuletes
Yo me compré un 4-7, yo me compré un 4-7
Brr
Anuel
Real hasta la muerte, oíste cabrón
Real G for life hasta que me mate mojada la mano el diablo
Lil genius
Sinfónico
The real trap nigga
Real gangster shit
Brr
Free Anuel
No son gangster, na', gangster, na'
Na', na' na' na', na' na' na'
Na' na' na'
No son gangster, na', gangster, na' (Brr)
Mera, dime Kendo
Lo' Intocable', ¿oí'te, cabrón?
I heard these niggas out here stallin' (these niggas lame, yeah)
More hoes, please send the money (send the money)
I need that dough, where I come from ain't nothin' but guns, yeah
Doggie back, four-two flat
Black hat, no mask on
Tough talking, get blast on
Heat walking and smash on
Move fast when I see the profit
Blue rag in my back pocket (Crip)
Hundred grand every time I drop it
Can't fuck with a nigga, stop it (stop, stop)
Every time I hit the block, I'm on a mission
Quick to serve a nigga on the spot, who didn't listen?
Ballin' ain't a thing that's what I'm gon' do (shh)
(Yo) back at 'em, the 'Llac with a chandelier
With a foxy bitch, I call her Pam Grier
(Yo) this my part of town, you can't stand here
You say you gangster? The runners gettin ran here
Chop 'em up, sit 'em down, please don't disturb the Dogg
Ain't worth the call, shit, I ain't even heard of y'all
The nerve of y'all, to face what you can't see
I don't give a fuck who went down, shit, he ain't me
(Yo) khakis creased, All-Stars, blue barrette
So much money on him shit the city tried to sue the set
Boss Dogg, here I go, hoggin in my own lane
In 1988, I was cookin' up the whole thang
(Yo) and now I'm involved with slangin' raps
Million dollar deals, movies and countin' stacks
The critics try to fight the facts
But I'm loved everywhere, go and fight that
(Yo) I think they love it when I'm trippin'
That pop shit make it hard to listen
(Yo) but when it sounds like this
It make a nigga wanna pop his clip in, now listen
(Yo) turn that beat up, that bass got 'em feelin' froggy
Quit your talk, I got homies bigger than John Coffey
(Yo) and they'll tear this whole place up
Got gangsters puttin' on makeup, ya dig?
This is why they fuck with me
This is why they fuck with me (real talk)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (come on)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
So there you have it
But I'ma leave you with this
An OG once told me
"A real gangster is either dead or in jail
Or behind the scenes getting real money"
I'm gone
I don't know what you heard 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 don't know what you heard 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 (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me (woo)
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
G-G-G-G-G Mix
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G
And I'm a motherfucking C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
And I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
G-u-n-i-tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (down)
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word (word)
They love it when I get to Crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin'(pimpin')
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
'Cause I'm a motherfucking C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G (yeah, ayy)
And I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
You need to switch over and ride with a star, it'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, pimp
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
We drive old schools, white walls with mink floors (c'mon)
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
Hand cuff her if you love her or your girl comin' with me
When your neck and wrist glow (What?)
I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
Forced by my third leg, plead the fifth
No L's, no whips
Backyard full of Crips
Barbecues and county blues
This Hoover gangster be the shit
It ain't much up on our list
But shoot the killer, hitting licks
Get any T up out the bitch
Gangbanging, fuck a clique
Yup, I'm looking for a scrap
See, my cripping done spread around the world
Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer
Looking like the reaper in your driveway
Straight spoon your living room
Liable to drive-by on a summer day
July 4th'll be a June
Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound of the drum, that crips and bloods know
Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound of the drum seen
I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
Don't make me put a lean to a nigga
Spleen shells through a nigga (Bariiing-petey crack-riiing)
Stop a dream in its tracks beam down
Little boy now, dream little boy, dream
Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body
A$AP.Rocky, the one that I could get it
Onion in the pocket like a booty on a midget
Diamond on my rollie, teach a nigga how to fridge it
Looking at the time, been winning for a minute
See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem?
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!)
I don't know what you heard 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 don't know what you heard 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 (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me (woo)
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
G-G-G-G-G Mix
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G
And I'm a motherfucking C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
And I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
G-u-n-i-tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (down)
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word (word)
They love it when I get to Crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin'(pimpin')
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
'Cause I'm a motherfucking C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G (yeah, ay)
And I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
You need to switch over and ride with a star, it'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, pimp
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
We drive old schools, white walls with mink floors (c'mon)
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
Hand cuff her if you love her or your girl comin' with me
When your neck and wrist glow (What?)
It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at
Put on a L.A. hat and niggas think they safe
And it ain't no slidin' home if you get caught on third base
You know that Yankee fitted, that's Nutty Blocc
Seattle Mariners, a '60s Crip, and they cuttin' rock
That Cincinnati Red's that's Cedar Block
The Angels of Athens Park, if you wear it, don't leave the block
Kansas City Royals, that's Kitchen Crip
And the T on that Rangers is some Eight-Tray gangster shit
St.
[Chorus]
I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips
Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip, we get rich
Love for my disciples, love for my lords
Pitchforks and five stars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico !
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