Lyrics:
Saturday Night went out with a blaze
Hook 2x
I still buy CD's I still buy CD's
cnd most importantly I do prefer the OG's
Verse 2:
Kingpin Skinny Pimp King
(Kingpin Skinny Pimp)
A legal pimp is a lawyer in the court making paper
I was sporting snakes while this fool was buying gators
The judge mad
the kingpin
In this art of war, my pen stroke is Picasso
To get the picture I ain't got to paint the nostrils
You know my origins is over when
Fat black
controlled by the outer world G
Another Bronx War Story
Sometimes I have to search for information to find out
Why was we put in these certain situations
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
Jahr'n den Erfolg prophezeit?
Ich war noch nie so nah an mei'm Lebensziel
Habe dieses Jahr 'ne
Wahnsinnstournee gespielt
Ja, und mein Major-Deal, er lief
like my mood please
In a three piece suit looking for true peace, yeah
Yeah, uh
Look in the mirror and I still see a skinny kid
Relentless
sword
Live by the gun ima die by it lord
Pimping ain’t easy I love me some whores
I slide in that pussy like whales to shore
You niggas want war? I
get Ta-hoes
Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
Stuntin' on sucker niggas is what
I was designed for
Dead
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
Superstars in the cargo
Bad hoes and war lords
Criminals, with Rolls Royce
Pull up with raw force
Don't fuck with those boys
Pushups and War Stories
You
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
with a Rolls Royce
Now voice your opinion
You heard about the 'War On Drugs'
Now won't you tell me who you think winnin'
Spendin money by the piles,
these niggas any slack
My hustle and flow allow me to pimp any track
You get whipped with your own pistol you skinny black
These niggas squeaking like
I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was makin' snaps
As I precede to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp
with a Rolls Royce
Now voice your opinion
You heard about the 'War On Drugs'
Now won't you tell me who you think winnin'
Spendin money by the piles,
That's they gave my nigga Corey life
Another row my nigga can't speak so
The story's never told
I'm a break it down to you episode by episode
See my uncle
up to the front
Den I hopped in da trunk
Den I told a story bout da gurl wit da bunz
She had a apple bottom skinny waist
Shake dem bunz all in my face
stanzas
Yet still I fight these demons
Throned by upper-crusted phantoms
Eidolon mafioso, Nostradamus, solo no-show
Alone with oafs who nose-goes their
she had a apple bottom skinny waist
shake them bunz all in my face
5-6 super freak
tell at the homies that she got
bunz, bunz bunz (said she got)
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
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