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on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah

I got flames

Huh, step back jump shot, woo, that my bread and butter, ayy (let's go)
True fans, full stance, stay down with the buzzer
Ten toes, ten toes, stay

P.I.M.P. [Snoop Dogg Remix]

Snoop Dogg

P.I.M.P. [Australia CD]

2003

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

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

we know you was plotting
By big God we gon pull up and pray for the projects
Drink that blood breaking bread on the regular
I used to trap and just

to a stock holder hold my composure
Bring my hand up when the shots over
A hundred deep with the soldiers
And we shoulder to shoulder

Yo, I live a DJ's dream

listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear

she wearing clothes
On the next to new beginning, butter chicken on the stove
With a little side of Naan bread
Don't gotta say I want head
Lets just

act like I'm dumbo
It's all rice and gravy, it's all bread and butter

And sometimes you remind me of my ex
And sometimes you remind me why I left

the Hilfiger with the Burberry
Kind of bougie but she's pretty like Halle Berry
She got the bread and cheese I call her Ms deli
That ass soft and she thick like

the matrix
Think you could beat me, you don't know the basics, bitch
Watch me by 20 I'm 'gon have a crib
Y'all wil be in debt with accidental kids
I care bout

All this ice, I'm getting seasick (Ice)
She an innoncent lil' bitch
But she need dick
I see where we going with this one, DD
You on that freak shit

Layzie gon' get in M.V.P. I suppose
Foes slammin' them Cadillac do's
My story they caught has never been told
Sit back while I'm tellin this thuggish we

move
Can’t control the world, control my attitude 

Verse 1:
Windy Hill by the Western Inn I was stressed 
Sleeping in the whip, peanut butter dip, with

[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up

the bread is baked butter
Investigate the bands we print with the bill cutters
Then I spend it like a villain, it's Chaos, I feel butters
Your new brothers is

round drum a flip a nigga gymnastic
Hop out face shot closed case closed casket
The streets come with pain now I'm hurting
I'm tryna do right but I

the mirror
I couldn't be a better friend 
I won't see a bitter end 
Putting butter on my bread
Y'all come see if I pretend 
Imma be on 10 till I'm dead
Imma be

that money, we stack by the way
I got that cake, I got that bread

I got that, all in your face
Niggas gon' play, niggas gon' die
He get a erased we

rap I do it for fun I do it for the bread
The butter and even the crumbs yup yup
But there’s this thing that I notice with rap
Everybody wants to rap

to keep up but we moving too fast
I love girls with meat in they ass
She got that wet so we gon’ splash
I get exclusive p****
If she for the streets then

Spoonin' Rap

Spoonie Gee

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

rock 'n roll
Then you roll 'n rock
And they you rockin' to the beat that just don't want you to stop
'Cause I'm the S to the p-double o-n-y
The one

Love Rap

Spoonie Gee

The Best of Enjoy Records

1989

rock 'n roll
Then you roll 'n rock
And they you rockin' to the beat that just don't want you to stop
Cause I'm the s to the p-double o-n-y
The one mc

writin' up the timesheet
I'm givin' thanks above for daily bread, yuh
Got it
Shot it off
I can't be stopped
I'ma shop with no god damn
Regard for the pocket