Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly
I pimp to the beat
Walking on the street in my new LaFreak, yeah
This is how I roll,
girlfriends I know you still care, but I don't give a sh*t im a motherfu**ing player, ask my ni**a Dj quest yep he be right there, every time with the shi*, see
hate it
Are you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
Moved out the hood now you tryna pull
Luke Cain
Pimp C but no Cain
Second part of Genesis
Adam's missing rib. A snake without the first fib
The triumph for D-D-D-Dora
Han Solo
peyote with
down, like Pimp C or Cassidy
Trying to avoid a tragedy, and stack this money
Is the industry ready, for a down South Tsunami
The new heir
motherfuckers, shit we tryin' to recruit!
See now we're talkin' systematic, mack mechanics, decomposin'
Chosen, representatives, from the ho's been known
see no lamplight,
no bare-foot Christ seeking absolution.
But we are eternity's children,
lit by passions fire, so close to liberation.
Now is
the twos
I don't care what they say
I know you sick with it
I can be your medicine, bae
I keep my mack game strong
But my pimp game stronger
And she just
And the one between the hungry poor & wealthy far
Motherf*ckers sleepin' in the rain on a concrete mat
I'm not a pimp, i'm just a carpenter by trade
But
I was next
The nigga disrespected, I had to hold him by his neck
Sometimes these niggas need to be put in check
See, sometimes these niggas can't
do, in my dreams I see faces of little me, facing they new enemies
Schools and the prisons be the same damn industry
The whole rap world is just not
the noise
Everybody grinnin 'cause its shiney boys
Everytime I turn around I see a jitter bug
Now the jitter bug wanna be a thug
Momma and Daddy and them
ourselves cold blooded narc
Brothas droppin' cream by the fiends when they part
I'm like a sentinel
Known to be the principal original
Lookin' for
Planet Earth
Are you there?
Are you listening?
Are you prepared?
I see mothership connection
Deeper into spiritual realms in a dimension
all legal (uh-hmm) 82 regal, test can't see through
Fly like a bird, land like a eagle
Pimp these broads like Mannie Freazy
It ain't easy with eighty
and Jermaine
About 80 on the chain
Like Brady wit the aim
I'm the same
Whether the Mercedes or the train
And I may be on a plane
By the end of the night
But it's
split your shit
See, I got fifty bands in this briefcase
And I just beat a police chase
So I don't give a fuck about
What he say or she say
I'm lookin'
I'm not the marry type
I'll make her sit in vinegar to get the candy tight
I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons
To the great, soon to see
that's everyday, levitate
Know who I is, bitch, step away, relegate
Still on the pimp shit, get the play, never stay
Real since the bib, don't need
On gang, on gang
Murda gang, gang, gang (C.O, turn that beat up)
Nigga, don't come around me you ain't bussin' that fire (that fire)
Nigga tryna
Dodge (Demon)
Niggas be cappin', it's all a facade (Cap)
Pull up on the side, pimp his ride
(Bah, bah, bah)
Damn, how he still alive? (Damn)
I be in
to get it
Nice guy, I can be mean and shitty
And I don't like liars but can show you plenty
See anything goes, in the game of life
With no rules,
[SNOOP:]It's the pimp
30 hoes and a color TV
A fat Lincoln Continental ridin' long
So I be the mack
And I see ya at
Another place
Boosie Bad Azz
and I'll zoom right by you
760 partna Crispy Cream on the tires
smoke that fire
purple cush by the pound
ask my dog Webbie
this is how it
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