(talking) Yeah, pimps up hoes down, yeah Hustlas, playas, gangstas, gangstas, yeah Fa shiggedel, shiggedy, uh, click shit down What is it, check this out
[E-40] Raised in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metro Pitching the ? and coke that's what I use to pedal Heavy metal, a j-jack of all trays Then you pimp, that's a hustler in many ways Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package Serving that cha-cha, that yell, they all tragic magic Plastic baggage, jelly jars in microwaves Got to have it, backwoods and purple hayes Mess around in my side of town, get clowned down John, Jane Doe, lost and found Everybody know this young player's about his business Riches, chickens I pimp, but lickeness My L.I.P.I folks be digging this Devon, Pimpy Gear, Max Queezthis Gorilla, Scarp Down, no conscience In this occupation you can't be generous Me and my fellas be bossing, dipping the pander and flossing No matter how much it's costing we do this often cause we
(Chorus - 8x) We just some pimps, playas Hustlas, gangstas
[James "Stomp Down" Bailey] Walk that walk, when you talk that talk Get your scrilla, be a pimp about it when you on your hustle Have heart, have money, have muscle Make sure your L-I-P's be on a rumble It's like A-B-C's when I spit it Don't even spot me on the map, 40 did it When you dead nigga shitted in they bridges You got a house that's sold out full of bitches I be the proudest old son of Sick Wid It Know I'm coming cause I walk with a limp and Step to the ladder like a playa now I'm pimping Never gabbles in a hoe and come up with it Navi cars and a home there's no limit And I could rock a Prada suit and I feel it You know I'm bout to buy a bentley in a minute Fresh off the showroom floor when I spend it
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[E-40] H-I double L Side 13-24 Magazine where I resigned 1-9-7-0 Oldsmobile Cutlass is what I drive With the same colored tent as the paint, who that inside And hiding behind that cloud of smoke, waving they gun Girl that's 40 and them they some factors they all one Them playas got more paper than ?keegles? and than some I always see them at the casino bossing and smabbing Surrounded by a whole bunch of people placing they bet and Sitting at the gambling table just like some veterans Talking to they fans drinking Purken and playing Roulette and Hold up, sweet heart, I'm not done You know I'm from the Yay where all the game come from I'm O.G., like the candle light grip I'm company, Too Sheezy and Magic Mike I'm the one that named the burn out sparkies Back in the days when everybody was happy in they cabinet And bags, I know you know, that it's a drought Real brothers like me where did they go Somebody tell me where my
(Chorus - 8x)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
