Lyrics:
the cops you gots to chill with EPMD
This is something devastating that'll break your trunk
And remember, Uncle L is like the future of the funk
(Cars
freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Bitch, you know I like that freaky shit
I love a freaky bitch (get naked)
Just get nasty
It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too
Brainwashing us in Washington
Westminster in London
God God God
You are the wisdom that we seek
God God God
The lover that we miss
God God God
I'm a real P-I-M-P
And I love the way the ladies shake that thang
From a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
Nigga you
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me"
Got an uncle who owns a bank he's a self made
were shot down by the National Guard troops
Just like Uncle Sam I put on my fighting shoes
School shot down cause there's no more to lose
Now we're
the cops you gots to chill with EPMD
This is something devastating that'll break your trunk
And remember, Uncle L is like the future of the funk
(Cars
And I signed his petition
He thanked me for my time
I headed back inside, grabbed my beer
An' got back to the game
Thought by now that boy, he's
Baby.
Baby, baby, the talkin' time is over.
Now we got to hurry to the real thang.
Didn't we let the season go rollin' right by.
What've we got
a swing-a, or a "I love you-a,"
I love, I love to sing!
Give me a song-a
About a son-a gun that went and done her wrong-a.
But keep it clean-a,
By
Shake that ass, make it clap, make it wiggle
Is it me or is it you?
You can tell she'll go
Got her name in her hoops
Chillin' with the gang
They got
the dryness
That makes it so, (groovy)
Believe you me
Believe me you
Let it roll
God cues his trees to drop their load
I've got some used cowboy boots
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
them thangs, you feel
Ran off in her uncle's spot with the stainless steel
Put the burner to his face with the aim to kill
And said, she don't fuck
thang, Twerk your thang
'Cause you got love tonight, girl
Shake your thang, shake your thang
Oh, that's what I like, girl
Don't be ashamed, don't be
family that you got is in a gang
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk
got that sticky? Me too
I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? I do
I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? Me too
You
and zombies
Lordy, what an awful sight
I said, "good buddy, you may get me, but brother, let me tell you
That it's going to be after the fight"
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
And you see them rolling doing their thang
Hey, hey, if it sounds like a party
Then you heard of Uncle Charlie
I done played the game, I got a champion
through that door
And I can hear exactly what she'll say
Well, has anybody here see sweet thang?
I got a notion he'll be headed this a way
'Cause when
ain't fun, when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
The life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse
Ugh, yeah
Snoop, Kells, once again
And this is for the non-believers
That seem to think that pimping is easy
Aye yo Uncle Snoop
Let's go get
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