Lyrics:
Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the cheese
So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth
We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof
a lot of ladies strippin down to they drawers
Hittin the floor like OWWWW
That's him, and by him I mean me
By me, you seem weak homey like yo' heart
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Yugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather,
paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
I can you show you how to pimp
Cause your a clown nigga
Boyfriend pimping
Yeah not alow
I can show show you how to get the dough off the ground
She
a one-25, on 25's
Them 20's on the five
My coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock I'm a pimp
That's why I popped ya chick
Sis' got the it, know she tryna' cop me
don't want no drama thou
I'll provide your hittas wit' 50 shots from the Cali thou
It's never a limit when it comes to that spinach
Any given minute
balllin I'm scorin, got bout 50 pointers I'm really the player of the game
No I can't trust em, might turn em to dust em cuz all of these niggas be lame
bitch
Sco shit city shit illegal business buck fifty across yo face with a razor bitch
From my turf to yo turf niggas doing a gang of dirt
From my hood
drip
Feelin like I’m 50 to these hoes
Im a pimp pimp
Feeling presidential
I put you behind this tint tint
You can drive the boat but mami this
At 18, trying to charge me up, throw me in that box
50 felonies, the prosecutor trying to get me locked
I might naw, I got me a lawyer, I'm finna get
a one-25, on 25's
Them 20's on the five
My coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock I'm a pimp
That's why I popped ya chick
Sis' got the it, know she tryna' cop me
the fuckin' road
Hit the fuckin' dro
Sell the rest for a hundred fifty
Push this dope, pimp these hoes
Now your girl ridin' with me
What she fiendin' for?
Say
Watch me tear the club
We starting up a riot
Got a shooter to protect me
Trigger finger making violence
Have a baddie by my side
She kinda freaky
you dirty like your pops
Sellin' dirt, I'm not a farm
Bullet tip shape hard, by the answer like a car
Xanax, Audemars, they on my neck like a collar
fish
i aint doin no type of business with none of you shrimp
the way that i walk
way i be talkin make all of these bitches feel like im a pimp
so many
and get some sedatives you never had before, coz I leave ya sore-, like a matador, gettin gored, by some pointy horns, by this point I'm bored, coz I need
outside your door
Carried careless with repeat demerits
Menthol lights could not scare us
If takers are bums I own the slums
Of crosstalk bound by stirring
Walking with limp got the sac got by fucking sac
I aint got no sense blow some cents while im up in 5th
Sip on some hen Im going in like im headed
by work, I can't stop now.
With the spasms in my brain until the last cent.
Open eyes late at night, waiting for tomorrow, watching the light.
So close
time everything got a cycle
Warming up like the oven so what bread slow
I was broke now I'm rich nigga where the time go
I did it all by the way get it
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