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The Pimp & da Gangsta

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

and I'm still fat 
now I'm pushin a pretty ass fat caddy 
I ain't livin lavvy shit
I had to hustle to stack this mil  
every car that I rolled out 
triple

in her
She keep asking what we are, and I’m just finessing the question
Smoking by myself idc bout yo session
You ain’t really got it, you Cappin you

the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with

When you coming home? I don't know
All I really know is that I gotta get dough
Gotta elevate. I'm tired of being on the flo'
Man, it's hot on the block

yo bitch she got me
On the flo’ she top me with the sloppy toppy
Finna treat ‘em like I’m off the Molly
When I’m sending licks without a fucking loli’

Blacklight turned prism
The knot in my stomach untangled to a ribbon
I sat and the camera zoomed
Out till I'm nothing
See the coin twinkle like a
Gold moon up

Tire Shop

Gangsta Blac

Can It Be

1996

of the hit,
Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five glock unloads,
From ya head to ya toe, then come lil man
I'm loadin' that ni-zine from the darkness

to L.A for a smoke break
How you hate me when I'm losing
Even more when I'm winning
You added fuel to the fire
I'm young enough to retire
Niggas like you

we know oh, oh, oh
Was down on the flo'
Nowhere to go
Can't do it no mo' oh, oh, oh
Soon as I'm up they got' act like they know me
Don't say that you

the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with

to all the old people in tha room
Yup old dat's me cus I'm 20 years ago flow
You ready?
I'm just bein silly
I hit dat old school dat 20 year ago flo new

gone
Surrounded by my people but at times I felt alone
Slight resentment when it's mentioned, guess I'll get it when I'm grown
This for all my brothers

want her go get her
If you want her go
Shit if I'm living just to die
Then fuck it I'm getting high
Roll a eighth inside of eight the oz just get my by

think I'm soft because the suburbs that I stay way up in
But that is false and I can prove it if you say that again
You could get lost by taking walks in

the streets like a Poe nigga
But if u try me just kno it’s on the flo nigga
Man I don’t fuck wit u niggas man I don’t fuck wit u niggas I’m bout my money
I

sheesh
I'm in the spirit dosing summersaults
Flipping over tables on the money sharks
Walking by faiths like the moonwalk
Turn a set back to a Ted Talk

they faint, we bodied it cousin 
It come to the dames, aye We plot by the dozen 
We cuffing the big ones, yeah I'm talking the blue bills 
Aye We dem

then I jig it to da left
I don't need nobody else cause I could jig it by myself
Cause I'm still bouncin aye then I stop n let my shoulder lean
Still

can't find fresher
This living water got me soaked doe
Got me fishing by the boat load
Running forward like Flo Joe
With His vision on me that's a go pro

Me and T-Pain and Flo Ride gon' rock the west
You should know by now? We best (Cali)
You should know by now? We best, yes

Shawty had them apple

the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with

gonna tell you no more, Dre
You ain't nothing but a killer, man

And so are you
Oh, yeah
PC Rex
On that shit-talking Flo

Let me talk my shit right here

it's not easy
Pop them pills and left me on the flo
Like how the fuck I'm breathing
And my dawg walk in the house he help me up
Yeah it's a ugly scene
I

I'm a veteran, livin' in my element
Judged by those who were never ever relevant
Laughin' at their prejudice; piss straight excellence
You stupid peons